Blood Ritual

I ran back to my camp. Bent over my journal, someone came up behind me and hit me in the back of my head.

I fell over, stunned, there was blood all over the place,

I looked up and it was them! Them! They were hovering over me, muttering, not muttering, singing. The ritual had begun.

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