It's watching

Walking home with the feeling someone’s following me. I can sense them getting closer. I keep walking peacefully as the shimmering blanket covers the frozen ground.

Before I know it I’m caught in the middle. It surrounds me biting at my delicate skin. I fall into the nearest snow bank, coldness seeping through the thin.

I cannot release myself from the grasp of the bank. I try to scramble away but it keeps chasing me, the trees react and their branches stretch for me.

It gets closer and closer, It thrashes at my throat chilling it. The wind picked up and stung my face like a thousand bees. The snow so white I could not see.

As I struggled to free myself the snowdrifts grabbed my legs and pierced through my clothes. I run but it seems to trip me wherever I go.

Holding on to my coat as tight as possible keep it from stinging at my bare pelt. Finally I see the glow of a light in the distance, I jog as fast as my frozen legs will take me. At last reaching safety