woman with no face

The woman appeared in the pond by stepping out of the reeds. I swear she was not there a second before, but here she was now. When she turned, fear stabbed down my spine in one cold thrust. I was terrified, for she was mute, and she had no face. I had never met a woman like this. Would she follow me? I turned to see, but she had disappeared. Relieved? Hardly. For all I knew she was eating my brain.