• Under the cover of night, beneath the blood red moon, a cold chill in the air echoes, sending shivers down your spine. Owls call out from the depths of night, laughing heartily at your vulnerability. The morbid scenery around you, the tombstones jutting from the ground, all seem to glow under the haunted moonlight. Then silence...

    Time seems to stop. Your breath quickens as anxiety grows. Suddenly you hear soft foot steps. Hiding behind a dead tree you watch and wait for your guest. A flaming haired women in torn black garb steps into your line of sight. Her face hidden by shadow as she keeps her head down. And then she stops. Only then do you notice a peculiar book as she opens it and lightly flicks through its contents. Her face lifts and for a moment your heart stops. Her skin is flawless. Her deep red lips a pulled to a slight and mischievous smile. And her eyes. A deep entrancing blue, gazing at you, into your soul. Trapped.

    She's seen you. You want to run but your feet wont respond. You try to scream but your mouth refuses. Every fibre of your being desperately wants to flee but you cant. Her smile widens, revealing cruel wicked teeth. Teeth of dark incantations and ancient magicks. Terror grips you as the harsh reality hits. It only took a moment for you to become trapped in her spell, but the revelation comes too late. Trapped like a fly in the spiders web. You watch as she begins to read from her book. Her lips move furiously as the earth starts to tremble. The dirt behind her erupts with a maggot eaten hand as two of it's owner's kin grab you from behind. She moves aside as they bring you forward, that horrible smirk on her face. The undead you had just witnessed come back is now standing beside her. You try to demand answers from the mysterious woman but before you can her smile weakens to one more gentle. She steps towards you and pecks your cheek, "Too late," she whispers, her silk voice enchanting your mind. Your expressions changes to one of confusion as her freshly acquired minions throw you into the reopened hole.

    She looks down on you from above as you hit the ground. You try to stand but your legs wont work. 'Too late' Her voice rings in your ears as the world begins to swirl. 'Too late' The words bounce in your head as the colours melt together. 'Too late' you quietly repeat as the world fades and disappears around you... 'Too late' and you know your story is finished.