You're sitting at your desk in your tiny apartment, browsing the web on your computer when you get a notification popup saying that you've got a new email. Clicking the link causes a full screen video player to pop up and the lights in your room go out. You swallow nervously, beginning to wonder just what the hell is going on when the video suddenly begins to play. The video is silent and depicts an abandoned old well in a foggy, dark forest. You jump as a pale hand emerges from the darkness of the well and seeks purchase on it's mossy rim. Transfixed, you watch in horror as the rest of the body that belongs to the hand emerges from out of the well. The figure is clearly a woman, though her face is obscured by long, dark hair and her body by a thin white dress. She begins walking slowly towards the camera. As she comes closer, you start to feel anxious and nervous. You consider turning off the video, but find yourself incapable of moving.
The dress is soaked and clinging, and as the figure walks, you can see her breasts bouncing beneath it. Her skin is ghostly pale and her hair is as dark as a moonless night.
If this whole situation wasn't so terrifying, you might be aroused at the pale flesh her clinging dress is showcasing but now is not the time for such things. You continue to watch through widened eyes as the figure approaches the camera.
Her hand reaches towards the camera and her fingers actually emerge from the computer screen, finding the screen's bezel as her other hand follows.
You manage to inch back slightly as she grabs the screen's edge and begins to drag herself out of the monitor, into your room. Her damp, midnight hair emerges, followed by her arms and her shoulders. You can smell the wetness of her pale white dress as it sticks to her shoulders.
Suddenly her progress stops and she makes a surprised face as your eyes meet before you both glance down to see that her dress plastered breasts are blocking her from emerging.
She lets out a mortified breath, twisting and turning, her pale, hair-obscured face blushing as she manages to squeeze through. She's halfway onto your desk now, but the sight of this pale horror's embarrassment has broken your terrified paralysis. Heart pounding, you try to back up, tripping on your chair and landing on your back on the carpeted floor. You try to push yourself up as the woman emerges completely from the computer. She looks around in a panic before noticing you on the floor, staring at you and smiling creepily.
As your heart pounds and you try but fail to scream, the vision of terror before you fails her dismount of your desk and falls with a silent scream, landing on top of you with the bosom of her damp white dress in your crotch.
The weight of her atop you and the coldness of her body chills you to your bones. Her drenched hair drips on your face and the dampness of her dress, pushed against your shorts by her breasts is beginning to seep through.
Whatever horrors she was going to visit upon you seem to have at least been delayed. The woman's pale hands are now covering her hair shrouded eyes and she's howling silently in mortified embarrassment as a flush creeps across her face. You can see her silently sobbing as she struggles to get up, her hair a curtain around her face. Her dress plastered pillows mashing into the crotch of your shorts have given you an uncomfortable erection and that's at least part of the source of her embarrassment, failed dismount of your desk notwithstanding.
As she writhes in humiliation, you manage to help her off of you and scramble to your feet. You watch as the woman continues to kneel in cringing anxiety on your carpet.
Now that she's not smiling unsettlingly and reaching for you, this pale horror is much less frightenting. Her face is heart shaped and what you can see behind her hair of her features are beautiful. If she wasn't damp, cold, unearthly pale and unkempt she'd be stunning. Her eyes are a piercing deep blue. You see her shiver and it isn't just from the wetness of her dress.
Her eyes dart to you as you stand over her.
She's obviously expecting a fight now that you're no longer paralyzed by fear. You have no idea what she is but she emerged from that video on your computer, obviously intent upon doing something horrible to you. Regardless of what she looks like now, you know that you must defend yourself.
She tries to take a fighting stance but it's painfully obvious that she has no idea what she's doing.