We wake up on a cold icy morning and look out into the frozen city of horror and see thousands of building made ice down a snow covered motorway. The horses tell us to quickly move because the ghost city people will be coming back for us.
The horses step out of the frozen building of terror and we all follow down a frozen snow path and along a sidewalk made of ice. I turn to comfort lieutenant megs and we can feel the pressure of cold running down our bodies whilst a wall of silence holds down across a chill city.
We all lead down the icy road and head towards a large old building and see figures moving in and out of sight watching our every move. The horses tell us to be quick because the ghost people are coming and we feel a strong wind of chill blowing down a snow filled road.
The air suddenly starts to become very cold and we can see figures in the distance moving closer towards us and shadows of black coming across the buildings. I turn towards lieutenant and cover her body with my coat to protect her from the ghostly monsters whilst the horses force open a door and we escape into a frozen room.
The horses push the door stiff with ice furniture and keep the ghost people outside and us safe from terror. We look around the old building of ice and see lots of old ice furniture and old pictures hanging from the walls across a snow built table in the middle of the room.
We walk towards the snow built staircase and walk up the ice steps and see rooms everywhere made of ice and frozen door numbers look upon us whilst we shake with fear. The doors look very old and ancient from many years with different numbers on them and not in order.
I turn towards one room and we open the door and looking through see a room of terror. A figure sitting down in an ice rocking chair moving very with it back turned towards us start to mumble and churn strange words in a strange language
The door suddenly shuts and locks us in the room whilst the horses stand in front of me and lieutenant megs while she holds on to my arm in terror. The figure turns around and we see a ghostly old man with red eyes looking at us with his body transparent and cold white smirk on his face.
we run towards the door whilst he starts to move from the chair and onto the celling holding his hands high into the air. the horses push at the door and opens in a flash and we fall out into a cold stairway with terror in our eyes.
The door then slams shut whilst we run down the cold steps of the stairs and towards the front door. I try and open the door but it disappears from sight and we are trapped in the old house wondering what we will find and how to escape from this hose of horror.
written by wayne mockler
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