User blog:DesertStorm11/Blood Moon: Chapter One

A male figure walked through the streets of Salem, a black trench coat covering his body, providing protection from the rain as it fell from the sky. The black shades, despite the fact that it was half an hour past midnight, covered his eyes, and with the coat, it made him unrecognizable.

The man passed by a few more houses before reaching his destination. The porch lights were dark, and he smiled in the darkness. He slowly snuck up to the doorstep of the quiet house, beginning to lock-pick the door.

The door opened in mere seconds and the figure slipped inside, closing the door as quietly as it had been opened, and he was left in complete darkness. Out of a pocket he pulled a pair of goggles, and they were switched on as they replaced the sunglasses. The green light of night vision showed the person everything around them. The front hall led off into multiple other rooms and another hallway, extending through the home. Pictures of the owner of the home hung on the wall. He admired the photos for a second before shaking his head. No time to waste.

The man went through the hallway into the kitchen, and found nothing of interest until he came upon a closet next to the dining room. The closet was opened, and inside were a few jackets and coats hanging from a cross-bar, with out-of-season clothing shoved onto the back corner floor. A stack of picture frames sat in the other corner, and that caught the person's attention.

The figure knelt down, eager to find something. His hand stretched out to pick up one of the frames, only to get a cut from broken glass, and it dropped loudly to the floor. The sound echoed through the house, and the person quickly stood, picked up the frame carefully, and at the picture to see what it was. It was a picture of someone, but he couldn't recognize who. Some sort of ink covered the photo, making it difficult to see with the night vision goggles.

He bent down and grabbed another photo from the stack. The same thing, the frame's glass was shattered. Confused and bleeding from the cut, the man stared at the two pictures in his hands again and again. It didn't seem to make sense. Both frames were slipped into the figure's coat, and he stood, just as the sound of footsteps was heard from the hallway.

In a rushed panic, the figure ran to the front hall, slammed the door open, and quickly fled, hearing a scared yelp come from inside the house as it ran along into the dark, rainy night.

Chengsha looked through the open doorway of her home, watching intently out into the cold night. All she remembered was a loud sound waking her up. Next thing she knew was that a person had broken into her house. To do what, she didn't know. But the good thing was that she was safe.

More of an uneasy than frightened feeling settled over her as she looked through her house and came into the kitchen. The closet door she thought would be closed was wide open, and she panicked when she saw blood on the floor and her picture frames scattered, broken glass sitting beside them.

Chengsha knelt down to organize the mess, thinking of the person in the pictures, trying to control her emotions. Should she call the police? She shook her head. It didn't seem like the person had stolen anything other than knock the photos over.

Before she knew it, everything was away and the closet was closed, and her house seemed so quiet once again. A chill ran up Chengsha's spine. The door was still wide open, breathing cold air into the house. The uneasy feeling returned as she stared out into the night; it seemed like someone was there, watching and waiting. She closed the door, but the chills wouldn't go away. As she headed back to her room, the silent house didn't seem so safe anymore. Someone had been there. Someone knew something that she didn't want anyone to know.

She knew something was going on here. Why her? She didn't have anything of extreme value, not a lot of people did in Salem. So if they weren't here to steal anything, then what? Chengsha yawned and turned the lights off in the hallway. No use scaring herself now. She went back to her bedroom to get whatever sleep she could until morning.

Another man stood around the corner of Chengsha's home, having watched the tail end of the strange scene. He was unable to find out who had been running away, and he fought the urge to follow them. He'd have to figure out what that person was doing. It might've been crucial. It seemed like Chengsha was okay, but there were times when you couldn't let things like this go.

The man stayed put for another half hour. Chengsha's lights had been long off, and nothing had happened since. He found a notepad in his pocket, scribbled some words, then stood, watching out into the night once more before strolling casually home. He didn't need to hurry. He was used to sleep deprivation. He rubbed at his eyes, yawning. It was definitely dawning on him. Maybe he shouldn't stay out so late anymore. He chuckled to himself and shook his head.

"Yeah right." He thought aloud, looking down the street at his house. The porch light was broken, leaving the house in an eternal darkness at night. The man rubbed his chin as he made it to his front walk. He needed to find who it was that had been there at Chengsha's house. His gut told him it was important.

He unlocked the door to his house and silently closed it behind him, checking his wristwatch as he threw the notepad on his desk. It read 1:15 AM.

He headed toward his room, reaching for the light switch. As soon as light filled the room, he saw a figure standing by his bed. His first impulse was to move out of the way, but he didn't have the time to react before two bullets left the gun, and he blacked out as soon as he hit the floor.