From the corner of your eye you see movement. Looking to your right, a woman stands half in shadow, her left hand on the rim of her top hat, barely moving. She's so still, you had to look twice, making sure she wasn't just another statue. From the balcony, a wind enters and gently brushes her hair. She smiles and you do a double-take. You could have sworn she had abnormally long canine teeth. Curious, you move toward her, but suddenly find yourself alone, curtains blowing off the balcony and the scent of honeysuckle lingering where she once stood....
