Hidden amongst thick reaching spruce trees high in the cold mountains lived a village of farmers and traders, Farren was one of the many who lived there. Crops and livestock did not do too well In the high elevation, this resulted in lack of emeralds the villagers much so need to grow their homes and buy the goods they needed...

Fields of wheat and more would rot or not grow at all, animals would thin and disease where they soon died. They could not be eaten due to being ill and too malnourished, whispers and rumors would clamor any time these tragedies began, for they began so once a year...

This strange happening made the farmers believe they were cursed, but they had one single hope that couldn't come any faster...a Blood Moon. Each year a Blood Moon rises, after it has set out of site the village would grow and prosper, animals and crops thrived...

But with each year, there was always one villager who would mysteriously disappear, this time it was Farrens neighbor Michael. How strange he wondered, the villager grew curious and decided to walk to the empty home...

Farren knocked on the door just to be courteous, upon the first tap the door creaked open. Farren walked in, an ominous quiet settled in the home, his neighbor wasn't here. And more strangely, all of his property was still inside...

As he made way through he room, a smell began growing stronger and stronger with each step until he finally reached the bedroom. The door was closed, and Farren knew this smell, it was Death. Heart pacing quickly, hand shaking, he grabbed at the door handle and slowly turned it, the door creaked open and a swarm of flies escape the confines...

Michaels cat lay dead on the floor in a pool of blood that coagulated onto the wood. As Farren drew closer to the corpse, he could see its heart missing, it sent shivers down his spine and he felt like something was watching him...

Farren stood up and for a moment and he thought he saw someone looking at him through the window, startled he quickly left the room where he made his way to the front door, he saw something in the dark...barely making out a figure...

Farren rubbed his eyes, and the figure he thought he saw was gone. He must be tired he thought, he quickly made his way back down the gravel rode to his home. With each step he thought he could hear breathing, his hairs were raising on his back, and he wasn't sure if he was hearing whispers or crickets...then he heard in a terrifying voice, "Your heart"...

Farren in a terrified panic sprinted for his home, the whispers grew louder and louder and with a quickness he slammed the door shut behind him and locked it. Something was on the other side, he could hear something scratching and breathing on the other end...

Terrified as adrenaline raced through his veins, he grabbed his old sword back from his guard duties, and lit all of his torches in his home, this gave him the illusion of safety. Farren slowly stepped to his front door, blade shaking in hand, and he unlocked the door where he quicky opened it...

Nothing. But what was that? He could hear screaming at another home, Farren swallowed and ran for the house as the screams grew louder and louder. He arrived at the door step, another farmer lay dead on the porch with his chest torn open with a missing heart...

Farren gasped in fear, but walked into the home where more villagers lay slaughtered with the same fatal injury. He heard the scream inside the house and made his way into the dining room where he saw a creature flooating above the ground, holding a villager with one hand...

It said "Your Heart" and impaled its long yellow nails into their chest, removing the heart...and eating it...it dropped the body on the floor like trash. Farren screamed, it snapped its neck backwards to look at him with gaping black holes for eye...it was his neighbor Michael...!

It slowly began floating to him backwards, repeating its chant, "Your Heart...Your Heart...Your Heart..." Farren ran for his exit, the door slammed shut in front of him as all the torches blew out. Farren stared at darkness, as he could feel Michael inching to him slowly...closer...so close...right behind him...

"Your Heart"...