The Impostor

Chapter 13 - Frozen

Thanksgiving break! Enjoy a longer chapter! :3

I bolted over to the door, and frantically pulled on the doorknob. The door jangled as if something was blocking it from the other side. What happened?!

I tried to look through the peephole, but I didn't see anyone.

"Hello?" I called. No response.

I felt goosebumps crawl up my arms and the room just became much colder. Looking around, I spotted a couple of familiar faces. Blue, Yellow, Lime, and my dad. Their transparent bodies froze up the room as even the cup of water on my desk froze into solid ice. They were floating towards me.

NO! I tried the doorknob again, pulling and twisting with all my strength. It didn't work.

The ghosts were getting closer.

I banged on the door and yelled: "Help!" I kicked the door, pounding furiously on it. The room was getting colder and colder by the second. I could see my breaths, floating up in a weightless fog above my head. I desperately tried to calm down and tried to look through the crack on the door to see if anything was blocking it. There, I saw a thick rectangular piece of wood. I figured that it was jamming the door and fruitlessly tried to pull it away.

They were getting even closer.

All my efforts to calm down evaporated as I started screaming for help again, rapping the door until my knuckles stung, blue blood oozing from the raw surfaces. Clenching my jaw in pain, I started kicking the door, regretting the time I refused the offer to learn karate.

An icy blast went up my spine. I spun around, and life was nearly scared out of me. Cold hands gripped my heart as fear made my breaths quicken. The ghosts were right in front of me.

I backed away, or I tried. My back hit the door and I pressed my body against it, trying to edge away as far as possible from the ghosts. A tiny whimper escaped my throat. The ghosts hissed. They spat, they howled and they sneered at me. The floor was slippery, coated in a blanket of ice, and I curled my hands into fists, showing off my bloody knuckles ready to fight.

When I punched them, my hand went right through them. Desperation crawled on my heart, pricking it with sharp icicles. I tried to run through them but almost fell over. My shoes were stuck to the floor, coated with ice.

Struggling, I felt despair wash over me, and I was freezing. Literally. Ice was climbing up my pants, turning me into an ice sculpture. It climbed my stomach, then my shoulders. I strained my neck, but the ice just flew over it, covering it with ice.

"NO!!" I cried. I fruitlessly tried to break free, but the ice climbed up my mouth, then my nose. I made a muffled plea for the ghosts to stop, but they continued chanting. The ice crawled over my ears. Closing my eyes, I felt the ice crawl over my head, then everything went black.