Replying to The Tortoise and the Hare - fucked up version

I had to re-tell a fairy tale for enlish and i got carried away and its mad scary now I wrote it in the dark and I kept looking behind me. heres the second halfof it:

As the Hare peered into the murky darkness up ahead, he caught site of the finish line, and to his horror, the Tortoise waiting patiently, a sadistic smile filled his face. As the Hare gasped for air and struggled forward, he was blinded by the blood-red light that was emitted from a huge fire that came from the center of the clearing. The animals circled around the great fire with their faces illuminated in deep red and their eyes painted black, as they chanted a morbid rhythm of the ancient languages, moving to the beat of the sharpening of knives. In a nightmarish frenzy, the Hare crossed the finish line, and fell to his knees, hyperventilating, struggling to stay conscious. The Ancient One was burning. There lay the body of the Hare’s mother and sister, their blood seeping into the ground, deeper and deeper into the earth. The Tortoise came closer, plodding along, sharpening his knife with each step. The chanting of the animals stopped. The Hare, too terrified to even comprehend that he had lost the race, lay motionless, as the Tortoise rose upwards, still smiling and drew his blade. The Hare quietly pleaded, tears streaming from his big, glassy eyes, but the beating of his heart soon overwhelmed him and the repulsive feeling of nausea crept up from his stomach into his throat. The Hare was deafened by the pounding of blood flowing through his head, his ears ringing like a great bell. He lay on the ground, shaking in convulsive fits, and then suddenly stopped. He looked up at the Tortoise in a delirious state, blinded by his nausea. The animals of the forests and fields nodded. It was time.
A bird watched silently from the top of a great pine. The full moon had risen, and the Hare would never be able to count on his speed again.

The Little girl lay still.
“Mother, what happened to the Hare? Why did the other animals not like him? Why did they burn the Ancient One?� asked the little girl in a whisper.
“That, child, is not for me to answer. We must be safe within out dreams by the time the full moon rises,� the mother replied, the shadow of the pine tree branch falling across her eyes.
The little girl was puzzled by this answer, and looked deeply into her mother’s eyes.
“Mother, do you love me?� acquired the little girl.
But the women did not answer. The little girl looked into her eyes and saw the bodies of the Hare’s family burning, producing an orange glow. She moved slowly away from the bed, still looking into her mother’s eyes. The mother smiled, slowly stood up and walked towards her, her lifeless eyes swollen red. The little girl was scared. The full moon had risen. The house sat alone.













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