Here is how the story begins.

It was a quiet, rainy night. A cool breeze gently brushed against my face. All I could hear was the soothing splash against the stone ground and over my ebony umbrella, and the steady heartbeat inside my chest. The silvery moonlight lit up the entire surroundings. The world has fallen into a quiescent tranquility. Only the peace was too transient before she agitated my mind.

At the end of this narrow path, on the rock cliff, she was standing motionlessly like a pearl-white marble statue. Her long, satiny frock was waltzing in the wind around her. Her shapely figure was stunning, seductive even, and her skin was pale and waxen. My breath came in shallow gasps. Everything turned into slow motion, and I was irrevocably drawn to this goddess of the moon. I couldn’t tell if she was aware of my presence, until she slowly and gracefully turned around and faced me directly, when time suddenly ground to a halt.

She wasn’t smiling, nor was she crying. I could feel her scrutiny on me, but I couldn’t see her eyes, or her nose, or her mouth, or her ears.

Her face was unvaryingly blank, even smoother than her silky hair.

My world was then filled with shrilly piercing scream of horror.