It was a bleak winter in the mid 1800's, and the cold was nipping at your skin, even from indoors. It was quite late, but the lack of warmth had kept you awake. You were making a fire, gathering wool blankets, anything you could do to warm up both you and your home. Unexpectedly, a quiet sound comes from your front door. It almost sounded as if long nails were clacking against glass. Who was knocking on your door this late? Could it be the neighbor? As you approached the door with your latern in hand, you could see a silhouette through your lace curtains..

You pull open the blinds, but not yet the door, coming face to face with a woman you had never seen before. She stood out in there in the violent cold with what seemed to be nothing but a black dress, which looked to stretch all the way to the stone floor. Her hair was long and wavy, as if each curl was staged to look perfect. Her skin, clean and pale, her complexity mimicking one of a ghost. But most importantly, her eyes were crimson red. As if her pupils danced in a pool of blood, which shone brilliantly in the moonlight. She was looking right at you.

"It is.. quite cold out here. Do you mind letting me in?"