A Dark Moons Rising

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Amilia walks to explore the tiny house. It's a small wood cabin with a plain outside, but inside it's quite fancy with its painted arched wooden doorways and unintentional old rustic look, however it doesn't take long to explore the tiny kitchen with only a half stove with two small burners and oven with its ugly chipping paint and tons of orange rust, its single white marble counter square. The cabin however had three bedrooms, two upstairs and a large one on the bottom floor. The larger room on the bottom floor being about the size of the living room with a double bed with a beautiful metal black frame similar to the living room table and two school desk size tables at each side of the bed at the headboard, the closet was slightly bigger in depth than the ones in the other two rooms. The two on the up old stairs floor look exactly the same with a small shallow closet, with a twin bed next to the furthest wall, and a tiny fading wooden table next to it leaving only about an eight by three space near the door and just in front of the closet. Amilia took a liking to the identical rooms on the top floor with the single bathroom between them and in front of the staircase. She walks across the thin hallway between the two rooms that joins at the top of the stairs in the middle and directly across from that was a once shiny white now dust blanketed grimy bathroom. She walks across the hall many times looking out the small windows comparing the outside scene. The room to the left of the stairs had a view of trees and wildlife and a possibly amazing sunrise but of that amazing view ninety percent of that was a spiky evergreen tree that leans right up against the window. The other room's window was lined up closely to the exiting door that led to a long winding rocky dirt walking pathway that led down hill. It had a magnificent view of the setting sun overtop the tree points. She could see black birds flying against the pale sunset sky and a squirrel scattering across the close to an acre and a half of the front downhill lawn. She also saw her father leaving a tiny run down shed almost out of seeing range from her window to the left. Over his right shoulder he carried what seemed to be a heavy blue type of large bag and in his left hand he held a large shovel. She watched him intrigued by the unusual behaviour.

Suddenly bored of the tiny house with a new and more interesting target in mind she quickly made her way down stairs to follow the suspicious man silently.

Around Amilia the world changed from real to almost animated. Her play clothes turned into a police uniform. Her father's shaggy shoulder length dull black hair turned into a ski mask and the blue bag turned into a bag of stolen money. "Suspect on the run downhill" she whispered into a fake microphone in her small hand "Requesting back up".

She quietly makes her way into the woods of the setting sun making sure to stay a few paces behind her father the way she had seen in every spy and cop movie on modern tv. He walks around suspiciously looking for anyone behind him as if he were doing something he wasn't supposed to. Amilia watches him with interest until he throws a blue bag slamming it into a grey ashy dead tree. That interest turned to horror as her fake world was shattered. This was worse than a bank robbery. The bag was the blue plastic tarp that had previously lined the bed of the truck with their luggage laying on top of it. Inside the tarp turned human body bag was a torn apart seemingly broken and beaten bloodied human body. The exposed part was a bloodied scared mess with patchy light blonde hair that looked like it had been torn from her scalp in chunks. Amilia tries to not gag from the horrid sight, having seen enough she turns and runs hoping to forget everything that she had just witnessed. Her beloved father a killer? She couldn't believe it, it was as if her waking nightmerish life had deepend, had her mother's toxic influence truly run straight into her kind loving fathers heart of once pure gold leaving it tarnished and soon to be worth nothing of what it once had been?

She turns the other way and tries to run as far away as possible from the sun that had cast a dark shadow upon her father.

She runs back to the cabin and tries to seek refuge inside of her new room just as she used to do back at home. This room was not safe. But it's as safe as she could ever get with no way back home or even away to get away from her dear father and the twisted man he now is. Large and long sobs of fear rack her small body. She wishes to forget everything she had just learned. Yet a feeling in her gut tells her to go back to that tree of the dead. She doesn't want to. she wants to know everything such as who it was that her father had killed and why he had killed this person. Had this person done something wrong?

She sits there questioning everything that she had witnessed wishing it to only have been her imagination. She sits sobbing in confusion and fear when she hears footsteps walking up the old creaking wooden stairs. Out of reflex she wipes her tears before she got caught and throws herself onto the dirt blanket on the cold and unforgiving soppy wet bed. She gets into a curled warm position but a comfortable one and closes her eyes. Forcing her breath to shallow and her mouth to release light snores. The heavy bedroom door slowly creaks open and a soft light from the hall shines on Amelia's soft resting face, the dad's worry fades realising she's asleep and safe from all horrors of the house and world now. He tries to shut the door softly to let his beloved angel rest. The moment the door shuts the demon's mind is active and trying to find a way to escape the most horrible horror of all. How could she get away from her now evil linked by blood male parent?

Looking out the window into the half mooned and star litten night she slips on a soft black cat eared coat with a warm fur lining inside of it.