Wondrous. That was the only word for it. It was a strange event; no one could quite explain it. Once every 166 years, the shade of the moon shifted from its usual pale silver to a deep crimson. The change lasted for 3 days, give or take a day, then disappeared.

Sarah sat in her deck chair, staring at the beauty of what was before her. She shifted a stray strand of her long blonde hair from in front of her eyes. The red hue traversed the moon like a tide. As the crimson moved across the moon, she allowed herself a little smile. Almost show time.

Sarah stood up, her long legs exposed by her very short skirt. Sarah had never seen much use in covering up. There were very few people out here, and the weather almost always permitted bare skin. She stretched her arms out in front of her, cracking her knuckles as she did.

She glanced over her shoulder, looking at the looming figure of her house. It was an old house, Victorian in design, and it towered above everything for miles around. Sarah inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of the grass beneath her, the warm flow of the air into her lungs. The ground, normally a dull grey by nightfall, was now coated in a blanket of crimson light.

She strode back to the house. Inside, she could hear the usual noises. There was the laughter of her family as they prepared to enjoy their meal, he whine of a boiled kettle, the scratch of chairs and furniture being shifted around. It had been a long time since the last blood moon, and the family weren’t about to waste it.

As she approached the door, her older brother opened it, a look of excitement on his face.

“They’re almost ready.”

Sarah walked in past her brother, Hearing the homely crackle of the fire in the hearth. As she entered the dining room, she saw her family clustered around the table, hunger gleaming in their eyes.

Sarah could feel her own mouth beginning to water, feel her breath deepen and quicken. Just the thought of the feast ahead had her anxious. It had been a long time since they could have a real dinner.

The door to the kitchen opened up, revealing her father and younger brother carrying a massive, covered platter. The excitement in the room was palpable. As the huge silver platter was lowered to its chosen place on the table, Sarah could hear her sister anxiously scratching the table.

With a small chuckle, her father walked around the table, and placed a hand on the platter’s handle.

“Without further ado, I present tonight’s feast.”

With one quick movement he removed the lid from the platter. There, in the middle of the huge silver dish, was a woman. Bound and gagged, naked as a baby, she could have resembled a rather sickly pig. Regardless of her appearance, the sight of her set the table into a din.

Sarah reached towards the woman and tore off the gag. The only noise that escaped at first was half-choked sobs. Then all she could say was “Please.” Her family, no doubt impatient to start the meal, began banging their fists on the table.

Sarah stepped back, and a roar of laughter and shouts of “Finally” Rang out around her.

Above all the noise, she heard one: the sweetest of all. One voice screaming above all the others.

“Please stop. I didn’t do anything wrong. Ple-“

The last word was cut off by a chilling scream. A shiver of anticipation ran down Sarah’s spine. Dinner time.