"Who says that's where it end?" Vlad asked with a marshmello in his mouth giving his voice that wierd sound you only hear in said situation, "I just didn't want my stick to burn or my marsmello to fall off. No, this story isn't over yet. Anyway." he swallowed to make talking easier, "The man ran all the way home and was greeted by his wife who, being supersticios, though he would succumb to some great evil or she would never see him again. They went inside and the wife prepared his catch. As she cooked the man told her about the fishing trip and how, just as the other men said, he couldn't catch a thing untill the sun went down and then, again as the men said, he heard the voice from the river. He told her about how he was brave and didn't give into fear and then about the woman with no face. He laughed at the mediculousness of his story right as she was finishing dinner. They sat at the table only lit by small candles and the fireplace that was now at a slow smolder with hardly a flame to speak of. They were about to eat when the woman spoke up. 'So this woman that offered to buy the fish had no face you say?' she asked him sitting right next to him at the small table. 'Yeah, if I hadn't seen it with my own eye's I wouldn't have believed it myself. It's the craziest thing.' he replied picking up his fork to eat. 'Did... she... look... like... this?' she asked slowly, each word seeming to put out a flame till all was dark and at 'this' the fireplace exploded into flames and the faceless woman from before was sitting at the table next to him staring at him only inches away from his face! The man was scared beyond all reasoning and blacked out only to wake up a moment later in the forest where he first met the woman. There was noone around and both the fish and his fishing rod were gone. The man got up and slowly walked back to town, his head low with dissappointment and fear. The townsfolk say he never fished again and eventually lost his mind, his wife having to take care of the man till he died in his sleep, a look of extreme horror and fear written on his face as though the faceless woman scared him to death as her last act of revenge." Vlad said looking into the fire eye's glazed over and than blinked, looking up with a smile, "And that's my story. So, what do you think?"