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Werewolves of the Blood Moon
Published 3 years, 7 months ago
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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo here in Sandcastle, California. Tonight on the Midnight Scares podcast I have two very spooky stories about the Blood moon. You know, in Sandcastle every blood moon we have a lot of really strange disappearances and sacrifices. That is why you should know the next full lunar eclipse March 14, 2025. The actual blood moon, which would occur in October, will be on October 18 in 2032. The difference is that an actual spiritual blood moon is in the month of October and a regular lunar eclipse, even if red, is not. Many of our citizens get a little confused but it's OK. Their sacrifices keep them happy for most of the rest of the year--usually. There is the occasional slip up in the graveyard.
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Camping Trip
by Samrev09
Possession. It’s the strangest thing. Being out of control of your own body. What could it possibly feel like? Agony? Peace? Nothingness? These are the questions that race through my head ever since that day in 2011. The day I witnessed the impossible. The day I lost my best friend to something beyond reason. Something beyond our reality.
Seven years ago, my friends, Ellie, Chris, Mark, and I went on an unsuspecting camping trip in the eastern panhandle of West Virginia. We had all been true outdoorsy types and liked a challenge whenever we went. It was our yearly tradition. Apparently, it had been someone else’s too. That was the biggest mistake of our lives. Camping on the night of a Blood Moon.
We came into Paw Paw (Stupid name, I know) around three in the evening. We hadn’t gotten anything for lunch yet, so we stopped at a McDonald’s in town. I swear no matter how small a town is, it will always have a McDonald’s. There were only two other locals dining there and we could hear every bit of what they said. We should have taken them seriously.
“Blood Moon tonight,” said the elderly woman of the couple, “You know what that means, Lester?”
“I know, I know,” the man groaned, “Stay out of them damned woods. I heard the same stories you did, Edna.” He seemed disgruntled.
“That’s right,” Edna told him, “They say things come out on a Blood Moon. Bad things.” She joked with him and reached across the table to tickle him. It must have been nice to have such a relationship when you get that old.
“I wasn’t going back there anyway. Ain’t nothin’ in season yet. Less you wanna be pinging at the leaves.” He ignored her tickles entirely.
“You’re no fun,” she told him. She poked one gnarled finger into his shoulder. And that’s all there was to their conversation. It lasted all of a minute but would have changed our lives forever. We were such fools.
“The old folks are always the superstitious ones,” Mark chimed in. I hadn’t been the only one listening to the elderly couple chat.
“Yeah. They can’t help it though. They were raised in a time when there wasn’t any proof to prove ‘em wrong. Same with their parents and so on,” Chris had told us. We all agreed with him and laughed about them later.
We got in our car and drove it down many of the back roads looking for a place to pull off and begin our trek. Around four we found a spot to set the car for the night. It was on one of the worst roads I have ever seen and looked nearly abandoned. As we unloaded we talked and joked around. We were having the time of our lives. Just the simple joy of nature and friends.
In the back, we had only a few things. A cooler with snacks, a bot
I'd like to invite you to chat with us on Saturday nights on YouTube. Come and visit at 6:00 PM Pacific on www.splatterdaynightmares.com. It might be stories, a movie, or whatever we can enjoy watching and have a nice fun chat. Also, join my Patreon page where you can get a commercial free version of this podcast and some goodies as well as future copies of books and even chapters of unedited, upcoming novels. I'd love to see you there. Visit www.scarystorytime.com/patreon to find out how.
Now let's begin...
Camping Trip
by Samrev09
Possession. It’s the strangest thing. Being out of control of your own body. What could it possibly feel like? Agony? Peace? Nothingness? These are the questions that race through my head ever since that day in 2011. The day I witnessed the impossible. The day I lost my best friend to something beyond reason. Something beyond our reality.
Seven years ago, my friends, Ellie, Chris, Mark, and I went on an unsuspecting camping trip in the eastern panhandle of West Virginia. We had all been true outdoorsy types and liked a challenge whenever we went. It was our yearly tradition. Apparently, it had been someone else’s too. That was the biggest mistake of our lives. Camping on the night of a Blood Moon.
We came into Paw Paw (Stupid name, I know) around three in the evening. We hadn’t gotten anything for lunch yet, so we stopped at a McDonald’s in town. I swear no matter how small a town is, it will always have a McDonald’s. There were only two other locals dining there and we could hear every bit of what they said. We should have taken them seriously.
“Blood Moon tonight,” said the elderly woman of the couple, “You know what that means, Lester?”
“I know, I know,” the man groaned, “Stay out of them damned woods. I heard the same stories you did, Edna.” He seemed disgruntled.
“That’s right,” Edna told him, “They say things come out on a Blood Moon. Bad things.” She joked with him and reached across the table to tickle him. It must have been nice to have such a relationship when you get that old.
“I wasn’t going back there anyway. Ain’t nothin’ in season yet. Less you wanna be pinging at the leaves.” He ignored her tickles entirely.
“You’re no fun,” she told him. She poked one gnarled finger into his shoulder. And that’s all there was to their conversation. It lasted all of a minute but would have changed our lives forever. We were such fools.
“The old folks are always the superstitious ones,” Mark chimed in. I hadn’t been the only one listening to the elderly couple chat.
“Yeah. They can’t help it though. They were raised in a time when there wasn’t any proof to prove ‘em wrong. Same with their parents and so on,” Chris had told us. We all agreed with him and laughed about them later.
We got in our car and drove it down many of the back roads looking for a place to pull off and begin our trek. Around four we found a spot to set the car for the night. It was on one of the worst roads I have ever seen and looked nearly abandoned. As we unloaded we talked and joked around. We were having the time of our lives. Just the simple joy of nature and friends.
In the back, we had only a few things. A cooler with snacks, a bot