She had entered his life ever since he had learned that his wife was pregnant. He didn't understand why, for he had lived in his father's mansion for a long time and had never seen her or heard about her before. But now she was part of his life, whether he liked it or not.

Every night she appeared to him. And this night was no exception. A tall woman, dressed in black as if she was mourning something, stood in the courtyard. He was stationed in the balcony, following her with his gaze, smoking his pipe. He knew that the lady in the dark wanted to tell him something, but she couldn't find the words. She never spoke.

As usual, she started to dance. She did so every time she appeared in the courtyard. And he watched silently her graceful movements under the moon's light. He knew that this woman was not a human, but he wasn't afraid. Whatever she was, spirit or something else, she didn't seem malicious.

The dance ended as elegantly as it had started. She curtseyed to his direction, and then looked straight at him. But soon she had faded away, leaving him alone to ponder what her story was.

For a moment he just stood there, gazing at the spot where the dark lady had disappeared. Then he sighed and went back inside the mansion. He started to walk toward the bedroom where his wife was waiting him to join her company.

But he was stopped abruptly.

The dark woman had appeared before him. This was very unusual; she had never done this earlier. He had never been this close to her before. His heart went racing, their eyes locked onto each other. Her eyes were oh so bright; they were the eyes of those who had many stories to tell.

He didn't know what to expect next, but definitely not what was just about to happen.

She started to hang her head, her black hair covering her pretty face.

The worst part drew closer.

She reached out to her chest, her long finger nails infiltrating her rib cage. Blood splat everywhere as her nails dug deeper and deeper into her chest, and bones cracked loudly as they gave away more space for her hand. It was disgusting, but he was too shocked to look away.

Then came the gross finale.

She snatched her heart out of her chest, holding it tightly. It was still beating. She drew it closer to her mouth – and took a bite of it with a sickening squishy sound. The blood dyed her lips in crimson color. He couldn't help but watch as she devoured her own heart right before his eyes.

When she was finally done with her nauseating deed, she looked at his eyes with a sorrowful expression. Then she began to fade away silently, leaving him alone once more.

He didn't know how to exactly interpret what he had sawn, but he had a feeling that it was a warning of something that was about occur.