In 1895, somewhere in Romania, a young woman dressed in black and carrying a shovel walks through the forest. She stops in front of a grave without a cross. On the tombstone is written the word 'Vrăjitorul', which means 'sorcerer' in Romanian. The young woman digs the grave. She opens the coffin and lies down with the dead, holding him in her arms.
She whispers in his deaf ear, "Forgive me, my love, I am late," then she takes a small vial from her pocket and pours its black content into the mouth of the dead.
She exits the coffin, kneels beside him again, and waits. After an hour, the corpse's flesh reconstitutes itself and begins to come back to life. His dried-out face reshapes, and even though his heart doesn't start beating again, he opens completely white eyes.
The young woman screams with joy. She cries, pleading, "My love, my love, rise up! Let's go home."
Slowly, the dead man extends a hand with long fingers and hooked nails.
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The Pianist: A Tale Of Horror
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