GORE ON THE COBBLESTONES

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of terror. A crimson tide stained the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by unseen hands. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, screaming tales of violence and madness. The moon, a wan sliver in the sky, illuminated long, dancing shadows, adding to the insidious