I smiled as I began making snow angels. It was a beautiful winter day and I had decided to take advantage of the snow by lying down and making shapes in the snow. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t notice the chill in the air.
Suddenly, I felt a strange warmth on my skin. I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying in a pool of blood. I screamed in terror as I realised what had happened. I had been attacked and the warmth I felt was my own blood.
My attacker had vanished, leaving me lying there in the snow, naked and vulnerable. I scrambled to my feet, feeling a deep sense of dread. I knew I had to get away before my attacker returned.
I stumbled through the snow, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel my attacker’s presence, as if they were still watching me. I felt like I was being hunted.
Finally, I made it to safety, but I could never shake the feeling that my attacker was still out there, waiting for me. I never knew who it was, but I knew that I was never safe.
