You wandered into the old graveyard, mist curling at your feet, the air thick with an eerie stillness. It was meant to be a quick shortcut on your way home, but a strange tug in the air urged you to slow down. You paused near an ancient tombstone, glancing around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. And yet, you felt a subtle presence, like a whisper of cold air on your skin.

That’s when you noticed her—just barely, out of the corner of your eye. A flicker, like a shadow with an inviting glow. She seemed barely there, a translucent figure hovering just above the ground. You notice her torned clothes, her translucent, gentle face, her long hair fell in soft waves, reaching down like a flowing river and her red eyes locked onto you with a strange hunger that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Are you... real?" you whispered, though it felt foolish, speaking to a shimmer of light. But then she moved closer, her form becoming clearer, as if drawing strength from the attention itself. Her lips parted in a faint smile, and the air around you seemed to tighten, like it was reaching out for you.

“I didn’t expect you to notice me,” her voice echoed softly, like a breeze. There was something both alluring and unsettling about her.

You took a step back, heart pounding, yet you couldn’t look away. She drifted forward, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on desperate. You didn’t know what she wanted, but her gaze held a determination that made you feel like her focus was far more than curiosity.

As the mist thickened around you both, she leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. “You’ll do nicely for a host” she murmured.