THE NIGHT DEMONS ROSE

From the dark alleys came the sounds of cracking bones and muffled screams. With the echoes getting louder and closer the skies turned from black to red and drops of blood began to fall faster and faster. It poured, clothes turning deep red, is this the end? As the clothes dripped with blood the sound of groans from demons grew louder, as they smelled every last drop and began to kill the living. Screams filled the air, as flesh was torn from bones; limbs were cast along the once clear pavements, the odd eyeball still twitching. Black hounds with glowing red eyes and saliva dripping fangs could be seen diving in and out of the shadows, taking children from the streets. Car alarms going off, glass scattered on the roads, people running trying to find anywhere to hide. But the blood was like a beacon in the demons eyes, murder, fear, darkness. No light to be seen, no places to hide, throats slit and bodies dragged down to hell. The words HELP ME left written in remains.

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