The Miracle Luna
The glow didn’t come from any bulb or candle — no, it was pouring from the hands of a woman standing at the center, her arms raised high as if the very light obeyed her command.
The light wrapped around... people? No, not people. My jaw went slack, my eyes widening in horror. Their bodies were mangled, grotesque — skin like cracked leather, faces twisted beyond recognition. They snarled and gnashed their teeth, suspended in the air by the magical force.
A shudder rolled through me when I got a feeling that I've seen them before but don't remember where.
The stench hit me next — a putrid smell of rotting flesh and death that made my stomach churn violently. I nearly gagged, one hand flying to