A Cold Demise
by Rebecca Weaver, age 16, White Plains High School
Oct 30, 2012 | 705 views |  0 comments | 5 5 recommendations | email to a friend | print
It was mid-December; the ground was like a white blanket, covered in snow. I was walking home from my piano lessons. For some reason, as I was walking through my neighborhood, it felt quiet, almost too quiet.

I shook the frightening thought away. “It’s quiet because it’s late. Nothing ever happens here,” I said, trying to convince myself. It was close to Christmas, so almost every house had a snowman. I stopped in front of someone’s house to admire the snowman, when all of a sudden I heard something behind me.

Quickly, I turned around, expecting some troublesome kid to be hiding behind a bush, getting ready to scare me. When I turned around, no one was there. I turned back around and continued walking. “Grab her already,” I heard an unrelenting, feminine voice whisper. “No. Not yet. If you don’t hush, I won’t be able to get her at all. Do you want her to be one of us or not?” a dark, rough voice scolded.

I started to get scared. “What’s going on?” I shouted frantically. “Who’s there? What do you want?” Panic ran through me. “Show yourself!” I demanded. No one answered. I started to run. I ran as quickly as I could. My house was still a good mile away, but I was willing to run the entire way if it got me away from those voices. I started going to houses and knocking on doors, searching for any kind of help. I got no answer from anyone. What was I going to do?

I continued to run. All of a sudden I heard my name. I stopped dead in my tracks as if a wall had just appeared in front of me. The voice, though quiet, sounded familiar. I didn’t know anyone in this part of the neighborhood. I turned around to look for whomever that voice belonged to.

“Who’s there?” I cried out. “This isn’t funny. This is serious. Please, stop it,” I was petrified with fear. Again, there was no answer. All of a sudden I felt a sharp agonizing pain begin in my head and descend throughout my body. Darkness consumed me.

The next thing I knew, I was being dragged through the snow. I started to struggle, but the grip on my shirt just got stronger. Then I was thrown down onto the ground. I tried to get up to see who had taken me, but before I could, someone hit me again.

As I woke up, I was aware that I was standing. I heard the voices again. “She’s one of us now,” I heard a deep voice murmur.

“Yes, I’ve been waiting for her for a long time,” I heard a voice say.

I looked around for the people belonging to those voices. I started to turn around when I realized I couldn’t move my legs. But I was standing, how was this possible? I looked downward to see my legs. They weren’t there. All I saw was snow, and all I felt was bitter coldness.

I reached down to try to feel for my legs, and I screamed. Where my pale human arm used to be was a brown twig. I tried to maneuver myself around to see who was talking behind me. I thought to myself frantically, who are these people?

I turned around, and what I saw made me shudder. I broke out into a bloodcurdling scream. Standing in a line were four snowmen, looking at me with celebrated expressions on their faces. Then the realization came to me. I was now forever stuck in this prison, this body of snow, with no way out.
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