Exhausted and tired, Heather lolled down the stairs, almost tripping herself up due to her carelessness. As she reached the bottom, she froze so that all she could hear was a lost silence that filled her house with drowsiness. The cat tangled around her feet, shrieking for food.

Not half an hour later, Heather was at the door of Wraith’s cottage; a once simple home that was razed to the ground in a fire, hence the new name. Tall apple trees shielded Heather from the moonlight above. The lake glimmered in the stars luminary rays and owls hooted contently. Dazzled by the sounds, Heather drifted off into a slumber, filled with dreams of amethyst palaces and mischievous pixies.

Heather awoke with a start, she could spot a strange silhouette dashing between bushes. Panicked, she began to run. She could hear the strange figure chasing her. Breathing down her neck. Thorns sliced her legs but that was the least of her problems. Heather cried, but her screams were drowned by the whipping rain. The moon glared down upon her mercilessly. The last thing Heather heard that night was her own desperate screams…