The hair on my head stood on end and goose pimples sprouted on my neck. It was her - it had to be her. I turned slowly around and there she was, beautiful and innocent - just like that fateful day.

‘Why do you do this to me Selina?’, I whispered, my voice hoarse with fear. ‘You’re dead - I killed you myself.’

She’s never answered me - just smiled sadly, the corners of her soft lips turned up as she floats around me. She’s beautiful once again, her body moving like an ethereal thread blown by the wind.

I reached out for her but she stepped back. She always plays this game with me, knowing how much I want to hold her, touch her, plead for forgiveness.

The part I dread most arrives. I shut my eyes tightly but somehow, she forces me to look. The scalpel goes into her neck, straight into her esophagus – her windpipe.

She clutches  me tightly, trying to scream but all that comes out is that horrible gurgling sound as the blood gushes out of her throat. I sever her jugular veins and her carotid arteries quickly and walk out the door.

There’s blood all over my hands and on my shirt. I’ve disposed of the shirt and washed my hands since but every time I look at my hands I still see those rivulets running down my wrists. I’ve never seen anything quite as red.

On the night of my arrest, the detectives were convinced I was innocent. They were about to leave when she came. She looked terrible, as bloody as she did when last I saw her – her neck one bloody mass, her gold-blonde hair tousled.

‘Tell them the truth!’ she screamed, her eyes flashing lightning. Her voice echoed around the room, punctuated by the low guttural tones of someone whose throat has been slit.

I broke down and told them everything. She was there all the way, reminding me of things I’d forgotten.

So here I am on Death Row and she still comes to torment me. Tonight however, the procedure is different. Instead of just leaving right after her transformation, she returns to her previous state, a coquettish smile on her lips.

The kiss on my cheek is totally unexpected as she whispers softly, ’You’re going to be with me tonight.’

I have no time to answer. My cell grille is unlocked and two guards come in.

‘Dr. Weaver,’ they nod politely.

I rise slowly, my eyes not on them but on her as she puts an arm around me and we leave the cell.

Just before I get strapped into the chair she kisses me on the lips. Her arms encircle me as she squeezes me, her breasts flat against my chest.

She releases me with a whisper. ‘I’m waiting for you my love. Come quickly.’