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Every decade a piece of paper is left ,hammered onto the towns church door .Delivered in the dead of night from beyond the border of trees that encloses our small town .On that scroll three girls names .Three pure sacrifices that are tied to stakes in the town centre in an ancient sacrilegious ceremony that beings when the full moon is at its peek over the church.A ceremony that our ancestors before us agreed millenniums ago with the very monsters that snatched the sacrifices away.It was agreed by the six original founding family's of Moonridge , that every decade three pure girls from the town would be sacrificed to the monsters , in exchange for peace between the settling town and the monsters that threatened it.A contract written in blood.Now ,centuries later we still honour that agreement.Out of fear of the devils that lurk in the shadows of the endless forest,watching us always...
The following night three girls vanish from the town.Never to return again.There are many theories as to what snatches them away ...Tales told around a campfire,horror stories that haunt children's nightmares,lessons taught and hammered into us from birth.
But only those who are taken,know the truth.Only those who are chosen really know the true horrors that reside in the woods.
The town's clock strikes a piercing chime,slicing through the silence,echoing through the deserted streets and rattling empty houses. The whole town is gathered round a vast camp fire .The burning ash climbing into the air,flames clawing their way towards the ebony sky , fire swelling and eating its way through the stacked wood .Illuminating the eerily still statues of the townspeople,a crowd of ghostly pale faces and hollow eye sockets ,shrouded in black clothing from head to toe all skin covered in the colour of raven wings ,like a mass funeral ,solemn faces all fixed upon the raised platform above the rising flames in front of the looming church.
The heat from the fire glows on my corpse coloured skin as I stare into the blinding inferno ,watching the flames spit and crackle like a ravenous beast feasting upon its prey.My father's gloved hand locked around my own,I felt its warmth through the leather ,I knew he was sweating , I felt his hand twitch and quiver ,I knew he was shaking .I manage to squeeze it as reassuringly as possible ,but my eyes stayed glued to the dancing embers.
