I’m standing under a ginormous blood red moon that bleeds it’s color into the expanse of sea ahead. The sand beneath and between my toes are cold like grated ice. The air is electrified, storm clouds gathering like an army, the breeze wild and raving.
I spin around on bare, wobbly feet.
A cliff juts out behind me, it’s shadow cast menacingly over the rest of the beach. In the darkness of the night mixing with the scarlet glow of the moon, it looks like a rock monster stirring to life. On top of it, frighteningly close to the edge, is a woman standing still.
The wind tugs at her white hair, and pulls at her white dress. She’s looking down at me, and although I can’t see her eyes, I feel her gaze; burning, curious, malicious.
And then she jumps.
A scream tears out of my throat like the
