The Scarlett Moon was a phenomenon that made anyone’s skin crawl. You heard things at night on the full moons alone.

You weren’t supposed to be outside during the Scarlett Moon. But you heard a voice calling to you. The voice of a long dead friend.

Out ahead, at the skirt of the trees, you could see your friend. Waving you over, and they turned into the darkness.

With only a flashlight, you followed in panic. Was it really them? Alive? Home again?

They called to you again.