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[color=7ea7d8]Melissa and her father, Aleksander, manned the library's booth during the festival though the young adult spent the majority of the time with her nose in a book like always. This one was about the very beast that was to come as the red moon rose to claim its sacrifice. The historic tale was convoluted, at best. There was cohesion between the accounts of centuries prior and none of the more recent generations had every laid eyes on the beast. 

The moon rose and, just like the rest of the town, the families returned to their homes. Melissa paced the windows facing the center of town on the second floor of the library, eager to try and catch a glimpse at the thing that had taken her mother a decade ago. The thing that had taken her childhood friends from her.

The night went dark, unusually dark. Even pressing her face against the window, she couldn't see a thing. Not even the candles. How strange. The redhead turned to click on the flashlight of her cellphone but even that seemed to fail. She scrambled, tripped over the couch and thudded to the floor. That would leave a bruise. At least it was comfortable on the couch. 

A yawn escaped her lips and she felt a wave of unexplained tiredness take over. The couch was comfortable, the night was dark, and in moments she fell into a soft slumber.[/color]