The Black Moon

In the deep night, when things are asleep; animals by the grass or burrows; man by his warm sheets in the bed; and sound blanketed by a quiet echo, stirred slightly by a draft of wind, here and there.
Kwame, Betty and Mumbe awake in a night full of unknown shadows; mind's hazed; air chilling; hearts racing.
They find themselves trapped in a hellish place where shadows lurk, fear corrupts and the darkness palpitates alive.
They search out, the weight of their lives, propelling them onwards, to escape that damned place.
Little do they know; something lays hidden, draped by darkness, silenced by the screams; something that can change the course of their actions; shaded by the night.
A black moon floats in the cool night, glimmers, pulses as a heart.