text: Midnight. The blue full moon stands proud in the sky shining his bright blue rays on the world and moving slowly and effortlessly through the night sky. The fields resonate with the moon's subtle glow and the grass dances with th rhythm of the wind. It is a quiet night. This is why a company of teenagers from the nearby village decided to go to the field this night and look at the beauty of the moon. As they arrive at a spot which seems appealing to them and decide to sit down, a crow violates the sacred silence of the night with his rhythmic cawing. The company seems somehow worried by this commonplace sound. It sounds somehow more threatening than every other time they have heard it and it strikes fear within them. Then it stops as unexpectedly as it started. Before the company has the chance to realise their irrationality. The crow starts cawing again and shortly after that, a second crow joins the first and then a third and a fourth. And more amd more crows start screaming violently forming a loud penetrating and menacing sound, that becomes more and more supernatural every minute that passes. The resulting cacophony makes the air oscillate so violently that it seems like reality itself is shaking. The teenagers start looking anxious and insecure. As the cacophony continues, the light of the moon seems to dim more and more and everything becomes gray losing its vividity. The cawing seems to come from one place. That being a large tree at the far end of the field. Everyone's eyes are locked on that tree. Suddenly hundreds of crows fly out at once and start covering the sky like rain clouds. The teenagers start to feel a burning fear inside them. A deep, irrational, supernatural fear. As the thousands of crows spread across the night sky the gray landscape starts to absorb light once again but this time not the usual calming blue hues of the fool moon but rather red violent ones that peevade the landscape and wake up ones deepest and most primal fears. The crows seem like droplets of blood in the sky forming a stream of blood that leads to the tree that now seems like a beating heart. It was a young girl from the company who first started screaming. She fell to her knees and blood started flowing from her eyes down her young and smooth face as she was sobbing on the ground. On by one the other teenagers looked at what the girl was seeing. The moon. The blood stream of the crows finally reached the moon and painted it red. The bleeding moon pervaded all that its rays touched. The world is at the mercy of the blood moon. But that was not all. Whoever looked straight at the moon saw something much more terrifying. The accounts of the teenagers vary in all aspects except from one. They are all sure that they were contacted by someone from the moon. Some described a demonic sadistic smile. Others sharp teeth drenched in human blood and others two eyes that contained hell itself within them. Whatever this creature is. Whatever this pervasive demon is, it resides in our moon and it is watching us every night waiting for the right time to set forth his devilish plans.