He was quite intrigued by his new date. Its been an year since his wife died, a perfect fiend that loved controlling every aspect of his life in the vicelike clutch of gloominess.
she sat in the shadows watching him, her eyes were strange and bright, as if they were of some nocturnal animal.
“Let me see your face…” he smiled encouragingly.
Oh boy! he thought to himself, why did he not knew… it was the witch herself back from heaven only know where, he has lit the pyre himself with her corpse on it.
he gasped in dismay and pain but two hands shot out of the floor of the dimly lit restaurant porch and pulled her in, “Time to come home sweetie! We have been waiting for you…. for so long!”