As his slender fingers slid across the piano, I stood behind him,
trancelike. The curiosity grew inside of me as my small, trembling fingers
hastily grasped the mask that seemed to call to me. Oh, the horror! It was
death's face glaring back at me! I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as I
backed away, too stunned to speak. I opened my mouth to scream, but
something inside me surrendered. Furiously running towards me, Erik twisted
his fingers in my dark curly hair. "Feast your eyes! Glut your soul on my
accursed ugliness!" He angrily screamed. I begged for mercy, but he only
laughed. Oh, that terrible laugh that would haunt me until the day I died.
Letting go of, Erik walked into his room and sobbed, his cries echoing in
the isolated home.
