The Blood Moon

The Blood Moon

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"Ugh! Stupid dare." Jisoo huffed angrily while stomping her feet on the cold pavement. "How am I supposed to sneak inside the school in the middle of the night and all alone?" Jisoo stopped walking and contemplated whether to continue. "Hmm. At least the night's not as dark as I expected." Jisoo looked up and her eyes widen in curiosity. "The moon's red." "We call it the Blood Moon." Jisoo's heart leapt when she heard a voice coming from behind her and she quickly turned around only to see a pair of red glowing eyes staring down at her and the last thing she saw was darkness.
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