Sneaky Ferret

She was majestic. I’ve loved her since the time I first saw her curly red hair in the window. She usually combs her hair at night and whistling a song I couldn’t recognize, but which touches my heart like the mothers palm. Indeed, this could be a romantic story, except I’m just a ferret, and there is no magic in this world. So, only glancing at her is left for me.

The other day the man started visiting her. She seemed happy and so was I. I’ve decided to lie in wait for him to evaluate his decency. But he frightened me. He smelled of death. When she opened the door, I’ve sneaked into the house and hide under the stairs.

They were laughing and she was so vivid, so hovering. And he became darker, I thought his darkness would eat her alive. They spent an hour or so talking and then I notice the fade from the downstairs. I’ve followed it with a glance and I’ve heard the whistling and silence. The man was asleep and she… My love changed. Her eyes was fully white and hands were placed at his shoulders. She was sinister. The fade enveloped him, and she seemed to took all of his life power. At the end of an hour nothing left of him.

She ended her song and turned her white eyes to me. She winked.

I woked up after midnight in front of the place, where her house was. It was an empty place.