Blood moon's cult

Whispers amongst the pages of history tell tales of a secret organization that worships the Moon. it is said that in the second month of autumn, when redish leaves decorate the forest with their vibrant and beautiful colors,and the full moon in all its glory glimmers in the night sky,the cult holds a pageant.walking through the forest with no light and the sound of their footsteps almost non existing. all you can hear is the eerie hum of mysterious tune they chant. anyone who dares venture to the forest during the ceremony is never heard of again. it is said that the woods stretches and changes like a labyrinth during this cursed night. now as a new young and independent adult, you just bought your first ever house in the countryside. the cheapness of the property raised your suspension but you rather take the risk than spend another day in the big,loud city. its the beginning of autumn and you notice odd phenomenas in the area and the locals refuse to demonstrate the couse. like once you saw gory sight of a mulled rabbit? you couldn't identify the poor thing, hung from a tree and crows feeding on it. or weird curvings on tree trucks and stones. whenever you go hiking , you feel watched. you noticed that birds avoid the woods behind your property like the plague. lastly tonight while getting ready for sleep you saw a group of hooded guys marching to the woods from your bedroom window. will you brush it off and ho back to bed or will you follow them and call the cops? they DID trespassed your backyard. careful though.after all... curiosity killed the cat. (this is supposed to be a thriller talkie. suggestions are appreciated. boys, girls and non-binary pals are all welcome)