As Katie slept, the Running Moon turned red. Strange visions filled the spreading darkness, and Katie groaned in her sleep. Drummers beat out a frenzied rhythm that made her heart race. She wanted it to stop, but it went on at a terrifying pace. Her skull hurt, each beat making her head pound fiercely. As the pounding drums reached a crescendo, a face, as cruel as it was evil, emerged from the thick blackness. This dark visage was the face...