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Date: 26/03/2025
During a trip to Mexico, Daniel and his friends heard whispers of the “Blood Moon Ritual” in a remote village. Curious, they hid in the jungle, watching.
At midnight, the villagers gathered, chanting around a massive stone slab. A woman in red was led forward, her eyes vacant. As the moon turned crimson, her body convulsed, and a shadowy figure rose from her mouth—an ancient god of death.
Daniel gasped, and the chanting stopped. The villagers turned toward them. One elder whispered, “You have seen too much.”
The next morning, Daniel’s friends were found wandering the jungle, speaking in tongues. Daniel was never found. But on the next Blood Moon, his silhouette appeared in the ritual, whispering, “Run.”
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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