DepthWitch

There was once a sailor, a beautiful, well-built man with blond hair and chiseled features. He was very popular with the women of the port town he called home but he didn't find any of them interesting enough. One was too “tom boyish” and another was too feminine or she was too agreeing, or she was too opinionated. He started to hate women and decided to just give up on them all together. One day he was down at the beach after a long day at the docks to be alone and collect his thoughts when he saw a women lying on the rocks next to the shore. The woman was beautiful with porcelain white skin and long hair that looked almost green

Footprints in the snow, noises in the dark. Scratches in the trees, deeper than the bark. Don't know what it wants; don't know why it’s here. It stands at the foot of your bed, feeding on your fear. Don't make a noise, not even a peep. Or it will grab you by your ankles and drag you out by your feet.