The signs of forced entry led to the improbable reasoning
  that nothing good had come of what had happened here. A small
crack in the door was letting out the most horrific smell seep from
the darkness behind. This darkness was penetrated, with what
seemed like the sharpest cold night air, and pushed the door just
enough for the moon to reveal her now discolored hair.

The more I thought about the scenario, the more my
hunger grew to prove my hypothesis behind the door. I could
see a shadowed figure standing over her. Suddenly I felt as though
I was misplaced, perhaps this image from a different view. I then felt
myself falling, as if someone had awoken me from a horrid nightmare,
falling to the ground. I stuck my hands out to catch myself when
I noticed my hands, dark and covered in the soul of the whom I
once loved. I was the shadow I had seen in my dream.