Woken from a sound sleep, Jordan his horrified to find that the frost and ice are creeping into her room. She runs the safest place she can think of—the den were Brian is sleeping. She startles him awake when she flings herself under the covers.
“Jordan, what’s wrong?”
“What are you talking about?” He lifted the blankets, talking to the top of her head.
“There’s ice trying to get in my room. It was coming around the window frame. They’re trying to get us!” Her eyes met his, pleading. “I’m so scared! It tried to get me.”
He wanted to tell her it was her imagination and that everything would be all right, but he knew that wasn’t the case. The attacks had been less than subtle and decidedly specific.
“Do you want me to go look?”
“No! Stay here! It will get you instead.”
“Jordan, our parents are…
View original post 641 more words