Her soft black hair shifted about her pale face in the darkening moonlight as she dove silently and gracefully from the turrets. The breath caught in my throat as I stared through the awkward lens of my camera. I tumbled backward as I hastily snapped the picture and fell onto the harsh gravel, scraping my hands badly. Then, I stared back at the place where the mysterious dark-eyed girl had stood, wrapped in a white silk nightgown. Slowly and fearfully and turned my attention to the ground below… nothing. A bat flapped away behind me.
As I sat there, breathing heavily, an ice cold finger touched my face, and I stood as hastily as my numb limbs would allow. Turning around, I found myself staring into the deep eyes of the black-haired beauty. She opened her red lips slowly, and I fell once more upon the gravel in genuine terror.