The Serbian Dancing Lady

The story begins in Serbia, deep into the night, when most homes are dark and the

streets lie silent. Locals say that if you stay awake long enough—long past when you should—something

strange might appear at the edge of your vision. A woman. She drifts into

view beneath the dim, flickering street lamps, wearing a torn,

dirt-stained dress that looks decades old. She moves slowly at first,

swaying back and forth in a kind of dance. From a distance, it almost seems

gentle. Harmless. Hypnotic, even. But the longer you

watch, the more wrong it feels. Her movements are stiff,