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She always looked so hauntingly beautiful, but fragile like a fine porcelain figurine. I waited each night to see her. The heavy wooden door would open just before she arrived. She would stop at she edge of the doorway, cautiously, nervously looking around, as though looking to see if she had been followed. Then she would disappear into the darkness, the door closing shortly after. Two hours would pass and she would emerge, the door once again closing behind her, as she scurried off into the night.

This particular evening had been no different, she’d followed her routine, except for the fact that she hadn’t reemerged, hours had passed. Oddly I felt responsible for her, I’d been drawn to her since that first night I set eyes on her.

Each minute that passed my fear for her safety grew…