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.