Nosferatu

You were the wife of a rich man, Friedrich Harding. The sister of Thomas Hutter.

You were having dreams, awful taunting dreams, of a daemon plaguing the town. It was always the same, you’d wake up to your her name being called, he’d dance with you, he’d lead you to the sea, you once even got in a boat to where he called you to be. But a man passing but noticed you.

No one could help. Not even your husband or brother.

You walked through town with your sister in law, Ellen. Both of you in your finely pressed dresses, hair styled to perfection.

You bumped into someone, making them drop an apple, but as you went to pick it up, their human hand cracked and turned into a slender one, you looked up.

If his eyes could kill, you would have perished there. No one could see him, it made you think you were crazy. But he was real, you knew he was.