Blood moon

The Blood Moon. It knows everything and can see everything. When your out there Cutting down a tree at Night, it will see all. Everything you do, is being watched by the moon. When you look up into the starry Night sky, From your computer screen the glow of the Moon will illuminate the room, your room is in a nice dark shade of red from the glow of the Blood Moon. . .
Red, its the color of slaughter and the Moon,
"The moon, its . . . its . . . red, t-this doesn't happen, this isn't suppose to h-happen"
When the Moon falls behind the horizon the bright sun appears. Its bright glow illuminates everything . . . don't think your safe, very soon . . . the Moon will be watching again, very soon . . . your room will be red again.
The glow of the Moon leaves everything in a nice dark shade of red, they love red, its. . . its the color of the future, soon the streets will be covered in red,
The desert sands glow in a faint shade of blood red from the glow of the Moon. The reflection from the moon to the yellow reflective desert sands. The desert is chilled and crisp from the Blood of the Moon.
You cant imagine what it will do to you . . . The glow of the red, it lights up the streets and the farms and the roof tops . . . in a nice shade of red. The plants, the flowers, none of them can grow in the light of the moon, everything will die in the shade of the Moon. "Maybe it was Lucy? No no no it cant be her . . . can it?". The oceans reflect the glow of the Moon onto the land, its a nice bloody look. You cant run from the moon, cant keep running away, the Moon follows. The glow of the Moon brakes through the canopy of the forest leaving the trees and the forest a nice bloody shade of red. God forbid you take a glance, The glow of the moon will be burned into your head. You wont be able to stop thinking of it. The Moon, its glowing red now its glowing in you. Feel the blood of the Moon run through your body. Feel the Moon run through the rivers of blood. You cant sleep, the glow, its to bright, even if you close your eyes the red glow of the moon passes through your eye lids. Nothing is going to stop the moon from passing through you. The day will brake, all what would be left is the red glow of the Moon. Wooden ships pass through the red tainted ocean, its filled with horror, there is pieces of it everywhere. Don't forgive your self, you can see the Reflection of the Blood Moon on the blade of your knife, you take it . . . and drive it strait into your arm, the blood is cold as it runs down your arm onto the ground. . .
"wooden ships on the water rescue me"
Category:Creepypasta
Category:Supernatural
Category:Short Pastas
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