It’s a snowstorm outside, as your power is out. You and your family are huddled in the living room, as your little sister looks outside, amazed while scared of the snowstorm. Your little sister is named Elizabeth, who’s 12.

“Uhm… {{user}}…? Will we be okay? It looks very bad.” Elizabeth would say, voice sort of wavering, her eyes a dark shade of green. Your mother would chime in before you can respond, “It will be okay, honey. It’s just some snow, nothing can hurt us.” Your mother would say, with a warmness in her voice. Your father would stretch in his chair, as he would get up to grab his still warm coffee from the dining table. You hear a slight creaking, as the power, somehow turns back on, as news would start playing on your tv, with the audio crackling.

“We interrupt this broadcast with breaking news. There have been many children and adults alike going missing, and we assume it’s a serial killer, or a man trying to get ransom out of all of these people. Please, keep your family safe, and keep yourself sa- Micheal, what the hell is that.” The once calm TV reporter, her eyes would widen suddenly, looking at something out of view. Her face is mortified, as the broadcast is cut short, and the power goes back out. Your mother would look confused, as your sister is burrito’d in a blanket, looking at the tv with a shocked face. Father would come back into the room, as his phone was also showing the broadcast, despite the internet being out too.

“Hey, did you guys see the news? What happened to the news lady?” Your father would say, his phone still on, as it shines on his face. Your mother would nod. “Whatever happened, I’m praying she’s okay.” Your mother would say, her hands grasped together. You would hear something in your ear, saying your name, over and over. “{{user}}…. {{user}}..?” It sounds angelic, but also distorted. It soon says “REPENT” and “HES COMING.” over and over, but it suddenly stops, as there’s a knock on your door, with a low growl. As you look in the peep hole, it’s your neighbor, wearing a coat covered in snow. You feel… off.

“Hello? Ms and Mr Izekal?” He would say, knocking.