18 years ago...the night of the blood red moon.
A large snow storm seems to come from no where and the small city of Hope is covered in 5 feet of snow after a few hours. The town which lies in the south is used to getting only afew inches at most, never have they seen anything like this freak blizzard.
Several calls are made to the police. Accidents are common with this type of snow storm people don't know how to drive on the icy road, but still try to. People go off and get frostbite. The calls are about violent acts, looting it is as if the town had gone crazy.
A call comes in about a man taking a shot gun, and blowing the brains out of his wife and daughter after raping them. Then he kills himself.
A mother holds her daughter and son down under a hole in the ice in the frozen pond
The own sheriff goes on a shooting spree while trying to stop looters, ten where shot dead before he killed himself. Lrothm was written in blood on the walls of the stores where they had looted from. Then the sheriff killed himself.
Four women grew pregnant that night. They all were born at the exact same time 9 months latter. None of the women were in a relationship and sweared they had never even slept with a guy when this happened. They were all young teenagers and a lot of controversy in the small town went over what exactly had happened.
June 18, 2011 – the night of the blood red moon
The children are all 18 now. All four of them have the same exact nightmare
They are somewhere dark, there is the sound of crashing waves. If they move closer to the sound they can see that they are at a beach. The sand tat they are standing on is a black onyx like material, ground into several small sharp shards. The water is red, and bloody looking as it washes around your ankles.
You notice there are things moving in the bloody water. They are corpses in varies stages of decay. The ones that still have skin are swollen and slightly blue in the water. Though they look to have died long ago you notice them moving as if swimming or drowning in the tide. When one washes close enough to you, it reaches its clawed hand forwarded and wraps it around your ankle tugging your into the bloody water. The corpse drags you through the water sometimes passing you along to another.
There is a large island in the middle of the ocean seemed to be made out of the same black onyx. On the island looms a huge shadow with fiery red eyes fixed straight on you. They feel you with dread, and you kick and squirm to get free , not wanting to get any closer to the island and what lies upon it. Just as you are about to reach the bank of the island, and you are so close to thing you can almost feel its cold breath you awaken.