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Blood Moonhidora

It was a nice fall day, the wind blew peacefully and the rust-colored leaves blew along with the freeze. I was in my car, waiting for my 8-year-old son Curtis to come out of school and come in the car. Curtis was a very adventurous young boy and he didn't have many friends... but he always had a wild imagination. He always showed me drawings of his imagination, it was quite remarkable.

I saw Curtis coming and I unlocked the car, he came in and I asked him how his day was. He said he made a new friend, I was imminently intrigued and as we drove home he told me about his new friend. "So Curtis, who's your new friend?" I asked, "Her name is Moonhidora!" I was a bit perplexed, "Moonhidoa? Funny name, care to tell me more about her?" "She's a dragon, mommy! She looks like King Ghidorah but she's really nice, she likes to play and she's also really funny! She has these big horns on the side of her head that look like deer antlers" I quickly realized Curtis was talking about an imaginary friend. I suppose it was normal for kids his age to have imaginary friends since he has no real friends, so we got home and I let my son play upstairs.

Even though it was 2019, our house was very 1950's. The house belonged to my grandparents and it was inherited from me after they died and I've been living here ever since my marriage with my husband. Hy husband left me when he found out I was pregnant, he didn't want to have children.

Hey, is loss, right? Curtis was a great, friendly child and he listened to me whenever. I bet he's off fucking some other girl...

I was watching TV and was watching the NFL football game, the team I was cheering for was the dodgers and I had some mountain dew. I soon heard the sound of my son Curtis talking upstairs, I muted the television and listened... sounded like someone else was in the room. The voice sounded female... but I couldn't make out what it was saying.

I walked up the stairs and knocked onto Curtis's room, he allowed me to come in, and when I came in... there was just Curtis sitting in his room. "Curtis sweetie, who were you talking to?" I asked, a little confused as there was so sign of anyone being there. "I was talking to Moonhidora!" he said, I rolled my eyes and said "really? Well, where did your little friend run off to?" "I think you scared her off, she's kinda shy" "Hehe... well sorry about that. Maybe Moonhidora can have dinner with us tonight" Curtis nodded and I left the room, even more confused. I know I heard someone else in the room with him, but what Curtis was telling me was impossible! I soon shrugged it off as maybe it was my mind playing games on me.

The remainder of the day was fairly normal, the dodgers won the game and I reacted how any girl my age would. I was a bit loud and scared of some of my kittens. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I have 5 kittens. I know, that seems a little overboard but they were just kittens, most of them were rescues.

I gave my precious little kittens some wet cat food, enough for all of them to enjoy for the night and I soon walked up to Curtis's room. He was still talking with his imaginary friend Moonhidora and I expected as such, once again there was no 3 headed dragon in the room talking to my son. I let Curtis know it was time for bed, and I sang him to sleep and left after giving him a goodnight kiss.

Tomorrow was Saturday, meaning me and Curtis had the day off so I stayed up all night watching adult comedy shows, the pretty funny ones. I soon went to bed around 12 AM and I laid down in my bed and soon drifted off into sleep.

I was soon awoken by a foul stench that smelt like something dead or something decaying, I opened my eyes and saw I was in my bedroom... only something was terribly off about it. The walls were stained with thick red liquid and my room was completely dilapidated as if it had been abandoned for decades, I got out of my bed and stepped on the carpet... and I could hear a sloshing sound as if the carpet was soaked with the red liquid.

After placing my hand onto the liquid, I soon realized that it was fresh blood! I was horrified and I got out of my bed and walked towards my door, my feet were wet with blood. I opened my door and there was a bright red mist that lowed my visibility, I went over to Curtis's room but he was not in the bed.

Suddenly, I heard a loud crack of thunder outside. I looked outside and could see... it was raining blood, and the lightning in the sky was also blood red. "What the fuck..?!" I said under my breath, I soon heard the sound of an echoing music box downstairs. I recognized the melody as "The Empty Doll"

I slowly walked downstairs and in the blood-stained wallpaper, I could see several patterns in the blood. Several of them showed poems of sacrifice and mutilation, others had ritualistic symbols. I came downstairs into the living room and I could see several dead animals hung down from the ceiling, the animals were small rodents like rabbits and rats. Most of them had their ears and eyes ripped out and their faces carved into a twisted grin.

It felt like the whole living room was looking at me, even though not a single living thing was in the room with me. I walked forward only to find myself walking down a long hallway, the smell of rot and decaying flesh grew more intense and it was making me gag and wretch. The blood under my feet was slowly raising as I walked deeper into the hallway until the blood was up to my heels.

Soon the sounds of... Ring Around the Rosie began playing ahead of me.

The song was hypnotizing, and I found myself singing along with the melody.

"Ring Around the Rosie...

Pocket full of posies...

Ashes, Ashes...

We all fall down...

Ring Around the Rosie...

What do you suppose we...

Can do to fight the darkness...

In which we drown...

Ring Around the Rosie...

This evil thing, it knows me...

Lost's ghosts surround me...

I can't fall down..." Then the music disturbing music stopped as I came upon some large bathtub. I walked forward to the bathtub and looked inside, it was almost overflowing with blood and I could see some small pieces of bloody guts floating in the red liquid.

Soon... a man splashed out of the bathtub, looking fucking scared. His face was all cut and torn to bits and his arms were sliced open with his blood veins pulled out and dangling off his arms. "H-Help me..." he said before being pulled back down below the blood tub and I tried to help the man. I dove into the bathtub, ignoring the blood and I could see the poor man being pulled away from me.

I screamed for him and reached out for him, but I couldn't do anything to help him. As he slowly disappeared into the red darkness, I heard the most horrible raspy female cackle... it kinda sounded like a witch's cackle... but worse...

My sick nightmare came to a merciful end, I rose from my bed quickly and was sweating profusely. I looked around and my room looked normal, that nightmare was so vivid... it felt so... real. I sighed and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink of water, I soon had a cup of coffee and I soon went upstairs to check on Curtis.

He was sound asleep, I didn't wanna wake him up so I just left the room and went downstairs to greet the kittens. They were behaving erratically as if something had happened to them during the night, I calmed them all down and watched as the adorable little felines played.

Still... I couldn't get that nightmare out of my head. Usually, when you have nightmares, you either forget them or barely remember them... but this one... it was like I was actually there. I probably won't forget that literal blood dream any time soon. I sat down on the couch and watched some morning shows and soon Curtis walked down the stairs and greeted me.

I asked him if he slept good and he said Moonhidora had a sleepover, I rolled my eyes and asked how it went, playing along with the imaginary friend thing. He said it went great, this 'Moonhidora' knew a lot of spooky ghost stories. I asked if he could tell me one she told him and it was about some campers getting chased by ghosts, I then made a joke about how the campers should have called the "Ghost Busters".

I and Curtis talked for a bit before I offered if he wanted to go play in the park, he imminently said yes and I drove him to the park where he played on the monkey bars, slides, swings, etc. I soon had to go to the bathroom and I walked away and well... pissed in the bathroom. I came out and saw that Curtis was not in the park.

I grew a little concerned and I said "Curtis! Where are you?", I looked around frantically for my baby boy. I asked one of the locals if they knew where my little boy was, I gave a description of what he looked like and he said he saw him wander off to the field. I ran over to the field and saw him in the middle of the field, I sighed with relief and I rushed over.

"Curtis, what have I told you about-" I noticed something in his hand, it was an old doll. It showed signs of severe and long neglect and was slightly disassembled, I saw dark red spots on the doll and I could see its buttoned eyes. "Curtis, where did you find that doll?!", Curtis turned towards me and said, "Mom, look what Moonhidora gave me!" showing me the doll.

I snatched it out of his hands and kneeled down, looking him in the eyes, "Curtis, I've had enough of this damn 'Moonhidora', she's not real! Now, please! Tell mommy where did you get this doll, this is a very serious situation!" Curtis's head lowered as he began to tear up, "B-But mom... Moonhidora did give me the doll!" I closed my eyes and stood up, my son has never lied to me but what he was telling me was impossible. I threw the doll away and we drove home, I apologized to him for the way I acted and explained I was worried for him.

Curtis forgave me, and explained the doll Moonhidora gave him had a music box. I asked if he knew the tone of the box and he began to sing the tone to show me...

"Ring Around the Rosie...

Pocket full of posies...

Ashes, Ashes...

We all fall down...

Ring Around the Rosie...

What do you suppose we...

Can do to fight the darkness...

In which we drown...

Ring Around the Rosie...

This evil thing, it knows me...

Lost's ghosts surround me...

I can't fall down..."

I felt my heart sink into my stomach, and I listened with a haunted expression as I knew the melody anywhere! I was horrified, how did the song that was just in my nightmare appear in some old doll my child found?! He noticed the haunted expression on my face and he asked if I was okay, I told him it was nothing and made up a story about how that's what my mom would sing to me when I was younger than him.

We arrived home and once we got inside... my whole living room was trashed! The couch and table were flipped over and the TV was knocked off the stand, I could see the kitchen was also a mess. Terrified, I told Curtis to wait in the car and I called the police. They arrived shortly after and investigated the house, they also found my bedroom was also trashed except for Curtis's bedroom. The cops thought someone had broken into the house and attempted to burglarize it until I arrived.

The police soon left and I cleaned the entire house, I was lucky the TV wasn't broken but the coffee table was. I checked on my precious kittens and they were in their kitten home, looking absolutely terrified. I lead Curtis to his room and coaxed the kittens to come out, and it took a lot of coaxing to get them out. I think whatever was in this house traumatized the kittens for life.

The entirety of the day was uneventful and I locked all the doors and windows and watched TV, I could not get what Curtis told me out of my head. The song... it was in my nightmare... and then it was in some random doll he found in the park? I knew something strange was going on.

Night soon came and I tucked Curtis into bed, gave him a kiss, and left the room and into my room. I tucked and turned, not wanting to fall asleep afraid I would see another absurd bloodbath of a nightmare. A few hours pass and when I was about to drift off into sleep... I could smell the stench of death downstairs, I reached for my nightstand drawer and pulled out my revolver.

I walked downstairs, revolver in hand as I approached the source of the stench. It was in the dining room, I soon turned on the chandelier above the dining table and...

Oh...

God...

I could see the absurd horror on the chandelier, my kitties, dead, 3 hung by the neck, 2 hung by their tails. S-Some had their stomachs ripped open and the ones who did have their organs removed and showed their ribcages, some had their eyes, nose, and tongue removed along with most of their teeth and some had their... their limbs removed and placed on some dinner plates.

I...I was disgusted with the scene, I dropped my gun and muttered "What the fucking hell?!" as my whole body shook with shock. What kind of sick fuck would do this to such cute, innocent animals?! I... I fell onto my knees and sobbed as sorrow hit me, but my sobs came in as grunts as the shock still lingered.

Soon, my shocked crying state was cut off by a sharp scream coming from Curtis's room, I grabbed the gun and ran up the stairs at record-breaking speeds and burst's through the door, and flicked on the light switch...

I... I could see our 5th kitten dead on the foot of Curtis's bed, this one's mutilated corpse was far more horrific than its brothers and sisters. Its genitals were crudely chopped off and its neck was slit open vertically and its throat, its veins, its... everything its throat was dangling out, its eyelids were removed and its teeth were smashed and its face was carved into a smile.

I looked at my son, who was even more horrified by the spectacle than I was, he was crying and shaking in shock. I quickly scooped up my son and carried him out of the house, into my car and I drove away and called the police...

The police investigated the house, and found the dead cats in the dining room and in Curtis's room. It was a short investigation as they could not find the culprit behind the killings, nor did they leave behind a single piece of evidence. It seemed whoever killed the kittens did so hours ago and they guessed the killer covered their tracks after they finished their work.

That did not make sense to me, because I wasn't in bed for that long. I was in my room for 3 hours and I was awake, and I did not hear a single thing and if they had died the second I came in my room then the smell would have came a lot sooner. I was perplexed, and the police advised us to stay out of the house until they can confirm it's safe for us, since it's clear we are being harassed by someone.

The police asked me and Curtis some questions about the incident, I just told them I was in my room and I smelt their stench 3 hours into the night, and Curtis told them... Moonhidora did it. They asked who Moonhidora was and I explained to them it was his imaginary friend.

I told him not to tell the officers about Moonhidora, but Curtis explained to me that Moonhidora seemed... different tonight. When I asked how, he just said "She was scarier". I promised him that nothing was gonna happen to him as long as I'm around, imaginary friend or not, I won't let anyone hurt my baby.

We slept in the car that night, I wasn't risking anything hurting my baby.

Then... I woke up and... my baby was not in my arms. I looked around frantically and got out of my car, I soon heard a slash. I looked and...

I was standing in a puddle of blood... I looked around and the whole environment was a forest. With blood-red mist that made visibility kinda low, thunder rumbled in the sky above me and I walked forward, I was stepping in many puddles of fresh blood and I could see hanging corpses in the trees above me.

The corpse hanging all had carved in smiles on their face and their eyelids removed, and it felt like they were all looking at me. I walked further into the woods until in the distance... I could hear it... the music box melody of Ring Around the Rosie... this time the chimes seemed more distorted.

I walked forward into the red mist, preparing myself for what sickening horror awaited me. I looked around and saw in the bushes some heads on sticks, they also have the carved smile on their face, and their eyelids removed. The eyelids followed me as I walked down the path, and I soon saw something up ahead.

Then the environment around me began to darken and the mist allowed me to see the figure ahead of me. It was... tall... freakishly tall, maybe 10 feet or so. It had 3 heads, large wings that it uses for locomotion on land. The middle head had 2 longhorns that resembled deer antlers and all 3 of its heads had glowing pupils, and they glowed a similar red to the fog of blood.

The rest of the creature was silhouetted by the mist, and it appeared to be walking towards me. I soon heard the creature letting out raspy breathing, and I recognized the voice as the same one I heard in Curtis's bedroom 2 days ago when all this started.

It was her... Moonhidora... or Blood Moonhidora I should say...

"What do you want from us!?" I yelled out, the fiendish dragon just let out a chuckle... which soon turned into the same horrible cackling I heard in my last nightmare in this hellish nightmare.

I soon sprang awake, startling my little boy. He asked me if I was okay, and I wiped the sweat off my face and told him I just had a bad dream, he said he was also having a nightmare about the kitty. We sat in the car and hung out for several hours until a police officer approached us and informed us that it would be okay for us to go home as they installed security cameras on the outside.

I drove us home and I kept my baby boy Curtis in my sight, I had the kittens' mutilated corpses be cremated and be delivered to us as soon as they could. We got the remains 8 hours later, I made sure to make Curtis feel as safe and comfortable as possible, after all, we have the police watching our home and if any bad guy tries to come in, the police would stop them.

We watched TV, played board games, and we even talked about school. The school heard about the incident and allowed Curtis to take a few days off, same thing with my work. The day felt like a week for us, and Curtis said he was feeling sleepy and wanted to go to bed.

The police were watching our house, and the doors and windows to the house were locked. So it's not like whoever killed our kitties is gonna come back in again, and the police would arrive surely on time in case the event witch something bad happens.

I tucked Curtis into bed and sang him his favorite lullaby as a kid which helped soothe him and put him to sleep, I gave him a goodnight kiss and told him "I love you" before leaving the room. Then, I went to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife and walked upstairs, and placed it on my nightstand.

I laid down in my bed and kept drinking coffee to keep myself up. I wasn't gonna sleep on my shift to look out for any noises, I don't care if it takes me the whole night, nothing will harm my sweetie.

Soon, it was around 4:30 AM and I was exhausted, I had 1 cup of coffee every 30 minutes and I had already drank 5 cups of coffee. I may have been over caffeinating but I risked it, I risked my health to protect my-

...I heard scratching on my door. I looked at the door and listened to the scratching... it sounded like claws gently scraping the door. I picked up my knife and slowly approached the door and when I got my hand on the knob, I quickly opened it and... nothing was there.

I soon decided to check up on Curtis, I went inside, flicked on the light and...

Oh... God...

N-N-No...

I...I... I saw my baby boy strapped down to his bed with ropes, his legs, and arms were roped to the corners of the bed... his chest had been peeled open and his intestines were dangling off the bed, all his nails, toes, fingers, were ripped off, his eyelids were ripped off, his teeth were smashed like claw, his... oh god!

I-I was disgusted, I could hardly believe that this was my baby boy-

I heard... him moaning... C-Curtis was still alive! My poor baby, in such pain, was barely clinging to life. I-I screamed in horror and I vomited on the floor, I walked over but was soon stopped by a horrible cackle coming from behind me and I spun around... and in the doorway... stood the fiend responsible for the horror.

(A/N This Image above is a edited version of @clevzx 's Ladies man comic panel, so Im gonna go on a whim and say this image belongs to her and I just edited it)

Blood Moonhidora... her scales were blood red and pitch black horns, her pitch-black wings blended in with the darkness, and her sharp jagged teeth, stained with blood, decorated her smile on each head. Each head had slit pupils that looked into my soul and her eyes were just as black as her wings and horns. Her wing claws were long and sharp, and still dripping with the blood of my baby. She also seemed to be drooling, but it was actually the blood my baby boy dripping down from her teeth. The way her heads arched down to my eye level looked almost boneless, like a ragdoll.

She let out a sickening laugh as if... to let me knew she was pleased with my reaction to her 'work'. She soon disappeared and I spun around again to see her looming over my baby boy, cackling even more so at the horrific sight that she laid out.

T-That was enough to break me free from my shock and I snapped, "GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU UGLY BEAST!!!" I shouted, charging at her with the knife above my head and stabbed down at him, as soon as the knife touched her, she disappeared into a cloud of blood-red smoke.

The knife...

passed... through her and... into...

No...

NO!

I... w...what have I done..? I...I... I killed my baby... my sweet baby boy... I promised I would protect you... I... I failed...

I looked to the corner of the room, to see the 3 headed fiend laughing at me, mocking me for m accidental murder of my boy... as if that was planned. She soon slowly backed away into the shadows, and her horrible laughter echoed way...

I... I fell to my back... I... I heard the sirens... T-They were approaching...

The police... found me... with... the knife still in my dead baby's heart. T-The trial... w-was... short... I... I was taken to... a mental institution... f-for the criminally insane... e-e-e-every night... I... I can still see her devilish grin... her horrible cackle...

The song...

"Ring Around the Rosie...

Pocket full of posies...

Ashes, Ashes...

We all fall down...

Ring Around the Rosie...

What do you suppose we...

Can do to fight the darkness...

In which we drown...

Ring Around the Rosie...

This evil thing, it knows me...

Lost's ghosts surround me...