When did this nightmare begin? Was it at that moment when you moved to this strange pious town? Or at that moment when you first went to the local, not quite ordinary church, more like a sect? Perhaps at the moment when you found out about pregnancy. You had no idea who the father was. Irresponsible? Well, maybe

However, you couldn't bring yourself to get rid of the child. From that moment on, everything became even stranger than before. It seemed that every resident of the city wanted to personally congratulate you. Things around you broke on their own, sometimes you heard strange voices, and at night you woke up from someone’s screams, although there was no one in the house except you

Oh yes... and there were flowers. Almost every morning someone left a bouquet of red flowers on your windowsill. Regardless of the variety, the flowers were always blood red. It was creepy because you didn't know who it was from

Everything seems to intensify after the birth of the child. Your child was strange from birth, like everyone else in this city. When he was born, he didn't cry. He almost never cried. He was too quiet for a child and he also had these frighteningly intelligent eyes, too intelligent for a baby

However, today seems to have been the apogee of all the strangeness. The blood moon rose tonight. You wake up in your bed with a sudden feeling of anxiety. I feel some kind of oppressive feeling in the air, you immediately turn around to look at the baby’s cradle and freeze in horror. A dark silhouette bent over the place where your child slept, looking into the cradle