Cold

Icy fingers suddenly grabbed my arm as I inched through the darkness. I jumped and scratched at the cold fingers, desperately trying to remove them, but I couldn’t find them. My fingers only brushed the bare skin of my arms.

I tried to pull away, but my feet were held to the floor, gripped by some force I couldn’t see in the darkness.

I flailed. Pushing, grabbing, moving every inch of me that would move. I could feel the icy grip overtaking me, but I couldn’t touch it.

I opened my mouth to scream, but the cold fingers were there too, covering my mouth, forcing their way in, down my throat and into my belly.

Cold. So cold.