It was a cool and gray Monday. The tan leaves crunched beneath her feet, trembling and bare. The wind howling while ripping her blood-curdling screams away. The man that followed after her had suddenly caught grip of her. His wrinkled but strong hands, firmly held her light locks of hair. She grunted and pushed. Kicked and squealed, until her lungs gave out. Her last breath hidden underneath the white-haired man's lips. Now at peace, the girl was carefully tucked into the mans car. It's interior smooth like iced cream on your tongue, but scaley like the skin of a snake. Her frail and pale body caressing the leather seats. He smiled, his eyes lighting up.
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The Blood Moon's Curse
Paranormal#9|bloodmoon as of July 22nd, 2019 "All your loved ones won't survive." _________________________________________ A new person moves to the quiet and conservative Dillion Lakes. A strange looking man whom speaks only from a red book. Within the same...
