The gloomy dark clouds, like a lingering nightmare, tightly wrapped around the red moon, and a few rays of scarlet moonlight barely escaped and shot into my window.
The beautiful ones, the ugly ones, are equally terrifying after being broken into pieces; the good ones, the evil ones, emit the same strong and pungent smell after decay.
Everything is assimilated by death and becomes the decoration of hell.
Everything was silent.
A bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, instantly illuminating the room and eclipsing the blood-red light of the moon.
Horrible night, terrible villa.