The Night of the Red Moon

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It was a summer night, a red moon was happening tonight at 3 A.M. I was tired however so I didn't want to stay up to watch it. I was sleeping very soundly until I awoke to some chanting. I looked out the window and noticed five people with black robes walking down the street. I thought it was nothing so I tried going back to sleep. They were chanting these words " Red moon , red moon.. Cleanses the sinful and makes them anew... Shining brightly in the night sky. waiting for the souls... Who will be born again? Who will be born again? " 

I was pretty sure it was just this cult gibberish and that it was nothing to worry about. Then I noticed the daggers in their hand's. They broke into people's houses, these bright white balls of light came from the houses they were just in. They returned from the houses with bloody daggers and then more  joined them from out of the house. They looked familiar, and I noticed they were my neighbors except they had a blank expression on their faces, and a wound where their heart was suppose to be. It then hit me, this group wasn't some cult, it was a group of devil possed zombies. And when they came out of their houses, they joined the chanting. Their souls must have been the white balls leaving the houses: they were all  heading towards the red moon. The more souls went there, the darker and more blood red it became. Then I heard some footsteps downstairs. I grabbed my gun and went down to the kitchen. I saw one of the zombies in my kitchen, I couldn't see the face very well but I shot it multiple times in the face. But it didn't do anything the bullets deflected off of it. Then I recognized the face, it was my mother's but with a blank expression and a dagger in her hand. I was horrified at what I had done to her. I ran to my room and stacked my furniture in front of the door. I can hear them now coming up the stairs. I am writing this as a warning to all. I have one bullet left and it's not for the zombies. I'd rather be dead then be one of those satanic things.

 To all those reading this. Goodbye

 

 

 

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