That night, I sat at the bar, searching for the liquid courage to help me get closer to her.
As I drank, watching my friends triumph on the dance floor, Domenico Modugno's "Dio, come ti amo" was playing, but I remained paralysed, drawn by her icy stare.
Finally, I plucked up courage and approached her, but when I touched her, her skin was as cold as ice.
Her eyes pierced me with an unearthly gleam, and a macabre smile played on her lips.
In an instant, her silhouette distorted, revealing a demonic being.
Before I could react, I felt its claws close around my throat, choking me in a cloud of terror.
At that moment I woke up terrified.