Dinakar Reddy

Abstract Horror Thriller

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Dinakar Reddy

Abstract Horror Thriller

The Blood Moon

The Blood Moon

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It was my routine to spend the Sunday evening at RK beach. I am sitting between the rocks on the beach. 


Tides touching my legs and going backwards.

I didn't sleep for four days straight.


The place where I am sitting is almost empty. I have seen the sky. It was full moon day. The Blood Moon after the lunar eclipse is appearing in the sky.


As the tides are raising their heights people almost went away from the beach.


I just wanted to observe the sea on full moon night. So I hid beside the big rock where mostly no one can find my existence. If someone from my college sees they will urge me to go back.


It was midnight. I felt sleepy and tried to go back into the room. My residence is almost near to RK beach. When I turned back, there were some people are walking towards the sea.


They wore light pink kurta pyjamas and white turban on their head. They are humming something. 


With the curiosity to know about them, I slowly walked behind them. 


When they reached the sea, one old man among them took a sword out and kept it parallel to Water.


I turned around to call the people. Slowly the sea took the sword inside and it bifurcated the sea into two parts.


The old temple-like architecture came up from the sea. I am sweating heavily with the fear of watching these acts.


Everyone in them entered the temple. The old man has seen me standing near the rock and hiding.


Oh, Great lord of Hell, We are waiting to serve you. He is talking to me. Not with the words.


I moved my steps towards the sea. 


It has been 140 years, Lord. We invoked you now. Please come and rule us. I listen to voices in my head. 


My feet are eager to reach out to them. 

The Blood Moon is gonna vanish. Oh, King comes and bless us. The old man is praying.


I am about to step into the temple. I tried not to. But my body is not listening to me.


My hair became light pink. The big statue of me with the head of a crocodile and iron rod on my hand appeared with golden colour.


Siddharth, Siddharth a familiar voice dragging me away from the statue.


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