Cold.
My blood went cold when the humamoid figure had spoken, its voice quite, but similar to nails on a chalkboard.
Pain.
Cold pain.
I felt as there was thousands of tiny icicles piercing my skin, my whole body.
Floating.
I was floating, but i wasn't. Cold sweats, thin ice sheets on my porcelain looking skin. Pale,
glassy skin.
Shatter.
I hear glass shatter in the distance, I could move, but only my head. I look to see the wall had been shattered as if it was glass. The floor now covered in reflective pieces of glass like material. I could see the phantoms reflection. Soon enough, many white masks with pitch black eyes and no bodies appeared and did a strange dance.
Strange.
This whole thing is strange, nothing like this has ever happened to anyone i know, so why is it happening to me?
