Your words fade into the silence. Maybe it was nothing. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a silhouette in the window.
[[Look around -> Look Around]]
[[Go to sleep -> Pull the covers tighter]] You lay back, pulling the blankets over you for warmth. As your eyes close you feel phantom fingers gingerly probing your body. They're working their way up your side towards your face.
[[Sit up -> Intro]]
[[Ignore it, go to sleep -> Death]] You bundle yourself, trusting the added warmth for comfort. And it works, for a beautiful moment. But the sense of security is fleeting. You begin to hear whispers, see shadows flit across the dark walls.
[[Look Around -> Look Around]]
[[Say, "Go away" ->Go Away]]
[[Hide beneath your blanket ->Attempt to sleep]] You walk across the room, bare feet slapping on the chilly hardwood. The window shows an empty backyard, and the rest of your dark abode is as silent as ever. You set the thermostat up a few degrees, and the whoosh of your heating fan spinning up is a small comfort.
[[Go back to bed-> Pull the covers tighter]]
[[Ask if someone's there ->Go Away]] You bolt upgright in bed. The room has become freezing and a growing sense of unease knots in your stomach.
[[Look Around -> Look Around]]
[[Pull the covers tighter -> Pull the covers tighter]]
The sensations reach your face, and immediately the cold becomes tangible. A freezing hand is pressing into your nose and mouth, suffocating you. You cannot scream.
An icy instrument pierces your gut. It slices distally, opening you like a piece of meat. The last thing you can feel is icy fingers entering your stomach cavity.
[[Next -> Intro]]