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On a party night in a town near his own, my grandfather was returning home, drunk and laughing, when a figure appeared in the distance.
It was a woman with hypnotic curves, moving with an unearthly elegance.
Attracted by her beauty, he decided to follow her, ignoring the danger lurking in the darkness.
-Hey, wait! -he shouted, but she did not respond.
Her walk was slow, almost ethereal, and he, intoxicated by desire, quickened his pace. However, he tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.
When he got up, he found himself in a desolate field, far from the village.
The woman turned around, but her face was not what he had imagined. It was a terrifying deformity, with dark eyes and a smile that revealed sharp fangs.
Terror seized him. He tried to back away, but the ground shifted beneath his feet. Faint with fear, he awoke hours later, surrounded by village elders.
-He ran lucky,-they told him.
The woman was not human; she was a being from the shadows who lured the unsuspecting to their doom.
From that day on, my grandfather never went near the darkness again, always remembering the woman's vacant stare, waiting for his next step.