(Content Warning: Cringe CreepyPasta moment)

As you walk down the street you see a beautiful woman in all white dancing like a Ballerina under the faint moonlight. She is quite far away but as you move closer you study her movements. Her back is straight, assertive but not stiff. Each step seems choreographed like she is timing them to a rhythm she plays in her head. You move closer and despite being a few blocks away from this woman... you notice she is quite tall, quite thin. Her waist seems unnatural, you think she must be using a waist training device. Something that is forcing such an uncomfortable shape to her body. She begins to spin, such a graceful spin. Around and around, as if stopping would be her end. Entranced by her movements. It takes a moment for you to realize that you've stopped moving closer. You can't seem to make yourself walk forward. Your hands begin trembling, your heart beats faster. Your own body realizes what's wrong before you do. There is something off with this picture.

The woman continues to spin. At the end of the block. She is next to a stop sign. A stop sign that she towers over. This woman isn't just tall. She's giant. The moment you realize. CRACK. Her heels hit the pavement. Her leg out stretched pointing forward. Directly at you. The street lights cast a shadow across her face. She's staring directly at you. Once again, just like a ballerina. She begins stepping towards you with an elegance to each step. Her legs are so long that even while moving to a rhythm she is approaching you rapidly. The click of her heels hitting the sidewalk echoing through the empty street. You begin to run away. You sprint through the empty street, her clicks getting closer and closer. Until she is at you neck and you do something beyond your own control... You stop, you feel... relaxed, you try to feel fear but you can't. Her stepping has stopped. You simply just... feel her presence behind you.

You slowly turn. She is leaning over with her face right next to yours. Still in shadow... she stands under a streetlight... but still her face is in shadow. Like it rejects the light. Almost by choice... like it doesn't want you to see until the performance is over. In these moments, you see more of her. You notice how her hair covers where one of her eyes would be. Then you see a smile begin to accept the light. A shaky, and sinister grin. The smile goes across her entire face, like she cut her cheeks just to smile more. The color of her lipstick distracts you. Purple lipstick, gorgeous lips. You catch yourself feeling a slight sense of lust. Then she stands up and raises her arms above her head cresting them over top as arches her back and tilts her head back, her hair no longer obscuring. Her face no longer in shadow but now lit by the pale moonlight.

You see now why her hair obscured one half of her face. She has only one eye, and it stares back at you with a lovers adoration. Her crooked smile with sharp teeth slicing her rapid breaths, and this thick red of blush on her cheeks. A blush reserved for woman who are flustered talking to their true love. She seems proud that she got to show you her performance. Then she leans down again. Her face obscured. You feel wanting, you miss her already. She holds your face with her longs and boney hands, carefully avoiding pricking you with her sharp nails. She kisses you, and you no longer can think of anything but pleasing her. You hear her sweet voice for the first time. So small and fragile. Bashful, pure, loving. "You must go home and get some rest. When you get home, I'll be allowed in too. Only then can I take you away. If you have others with you. They too will be taken. For you my love have invited me on their behalf. Now go." Promptly you begin walking to your house, with joy and a new sense of purpose. You must make it home and let her in. You need her, you have to.