Half moon Inn

[DeanNichols]

Every morning at six, I used to walk down the grand staircases, which
lead to the lobby. I could not help it remembering the happy days of
growing up into what it was. Half Moon Inn.
My great grandfather built the place as his home. Early 1950’s, my
family rented the extra rooms. Because of its location, the place became
popular to celebrities. As time passed my father added more rooms and
named it, the Half Moon Inn.

My great grandfather’s portrait is hanging on the wall above the
staircase, between the lobby and the first floor, overlooking the
entrance.

Business was good, celebrities, tourists and locals were filling the
dining room; and the guest rooms. The pleasant atmosphere, filled with
laughter, and happy people made, Half Moon Inn, well known in the entire
Boston region.

Then one night, everything ended! It was around 11:30 the night after
the 4th of July celebration. The guests, in the dining room were
exchanging greetings and jokes while finishing their last drink, by
midnight the dining room was empty,

I went in the veranda, and gazed upon the silent bay. The hypnotic
reflection of the moon, on the peaceful water of Cape Cod, made me feel
lethargic. Then through the misty air, came blood, rage, death, and
destruction.

They came from the ocean, their black horses galloped faster than the
wind, and as they killed everyone, they stopped to watch and gaze upon
the victims with a smile of victory.

Then they raised their arms into the air, pointing blood stained weapons
to the sky, and as they called upon the Angel of darkness, they offered
him the sacrifice, but the Angel of darkness did not answered.

A shadowy figure appeared beneath my great grandfather’s portrait. I recognized him. He came from the dead, to defend life.

Thunder and lightning struck the ground, far across the sky, I saw
the infinite light, and touched by the Angel, I was no longer mortal.

With my great grandfather by my side, we fought the armies of darkness.
At sunrise, the soldiers of death one by one, descended into the ground
leaving behind them destruction and sorrow, and the promise that they
will come back.

My great grandfather looked at me, smiled, and as he faded into the air, said. “It is time for me to rest. It is your war now”

And ever since that night, I am roaming the earth, to protect the innocent, and battle evil.

My name is Gabriel, this is one of my stories.

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