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In hindsight I should have clued in that some thing wasn't right ... I am here to tell you a true story to prepare yourselves so this does not happen to you.

It all started about 2 weeks ago. I got home from work and to forget the day to day load of stress I sat down in front of the TV and turned on the news. Yet another murder. Victim frozen to death and yet covered in their still warm entrails and seeping liquids, just like the last seven. Tired of all the same shit I turned the television off and slunk to bed where I began to strip myself of my shirt but something stopped me from going any further. In the corner of my window was a gathering of frost. But here's the thing; it's the middle of July. I passed it off as my over worked and stressed imagination and continued my nightly routine. The next week or so everything was still usual routine, but at night, more and more frost was gathering. By half of the second week, my window was completely frosted over. Finding this strange and somewhat unsettling, I had a hard time getting to sleep that night and finally laid myself to rest at around 3:12. Something, however, woke me up at 4:36. It sounded like tapping on my still frosted window. Out of instinct I went to the window only to find writing in the frost. As if with a shaky hand, "it's so cold" was written. Disturbed by this I attempted to wipe it away, but the frost residing on the other side did not dissipate. My hand practically froze upon touching the window, then after that I assumed I went to bed, for after that was all a blur. For the next few nights the notes continued. "I'm so lonely", "will anyone join me?", "this ... Is ... Hell", and "stop" were the messages left. Having just about enough of this prankster with no life I decided to wait out this next night and see what exactly is going on. Laying in bed facing the mirror I had a perfect view if the window and the clock. Nothing happened until it was 5:04. Out if no where, words began to write themselves on the window, this time spelling out "lost forever". Leaping from my covers I bolted to the window and threw it open. To my surprise, there was what looked like a young woman slumped against my tree with her legs pulled close and long black hair draping everything else. Fearing for the girl I grabbed a jacket and ran out to her. Calling out she didn't respond as as our distance lessened, I could hear a soft sobbing. Making it to her I nudged her shoulder asking if she was all right. Slowly she raised her head and ... Her eyes ... They were lifeless and hollow ... And stared blankly at me. Feeling uncomfortable I say "it's cold out here and you shouldn't be here, let me help you". Lifting her to her feet, her hands were below average. She remained silent and continued to grasp my hand. After what seemed like an eternity she spoke softly like a whisper in the wind "I'm so cold and empty...". Before I could respond she continued" "and you're so warm ..." And immediately her hands started dropping in temperature, clinging to my hands and clawing into my skin. Struggling to escape the intense cold grew and traveled through my body, and I couldn't stop it. My knees gave out and I collapsed, shivering held in place. As the girl's temperature continued to drop I felt my pulse slowing until it was a faint thud once per minute. As my mind started to slip away she said once more "you're so warm..." And plunged her hands into my stomach, digging out my heated insides.

Do not let this happen to you, do not help her, in fact, stay as far away for that area as possible if you come across what I did. I couldn't save myself but maybe you can. Oh look, your window is frosting over... Good luck ...

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In hindsight I should have clued in that some thing wasn't right ... I am here to tell you a true story to prepare yourselves so this does not happen to you.

It all started about 2 weeks ago. I got home from work and to forget the day to day load of stress I sat down in front of the TV and turned on the news. Yet another murder. Victim frozen to death and yet covered in their still warm entrails and seeping liquids, just like the last seven. Tired of all the same shit I turned the television off and slunk to bed where I began to strip myself of my shirt but something stopped me from going any further. In the corner of my window was a gathering of frost. But here's the thing; it's the middle of July. I passed it off as my over worked and stressed imagination and continued my nightly routine. The next week or so everything was still usual routine, but at night, more and more frost was gathering. By half of the second week, my window was completely frosted over. Finding this strange and somewhat unsettling, I had a hard time getting to sleep that night and finally laid myself to rest at around 3:12. Something, however, woke me up at 4:36. It sounded like tapping on my still frosted window. Out of instinct I went to the window only to find writing in the frost. As if with a shaky hand, "it's so cold" was written. Disturbed by this I attempted to wipe it away, but the frost residing on the other side did not dissipate. My hand practically froze upon touching the window, then after that I assumed I went to bed, for after that was all a blur. For the next few nights the notes continued. "I'm so lonely", "will anyone join me?", "this ... Is ... Hell", and "stop" were the messages left. Having just about enough of this prankster with no life I decided to wait out this next night and see what exactly is going on. Laying in bed facing the mirror I had a perfect view if the window and the clock. Nothing happened until it was 5:04. Out if no where, words began to write themselves on the window, this time spelling out "lost forever". Leaping from my covers I bolted to the window and threw it open. To my surprise, there was what looked like a young woman slumped against my tree with her legs pulled close and long black hair draping everything else. Fearing for the girl I grabbed a jacket and ran out to her. Calling out she didn't respond as as our distance lessened, I could hear a soft sobbing. Making it to her I nudged her shoulder asking if she was all right. Slowly she raised her head and ... Her eyes ... They were lifeless and hollow ... And stared blankly at me. Feeling uncomfortable I say "it's cold out here and you shouldn't be here, let me help you". Lifting her to her feet, her hands were below average. She remained silent and continued to grasp my hand. After what seemed like an eternity she spoke softly like a whisper in the wind "I'm so cold and empty...". Before I could respond she continued" "and you're so warm ..." And immediately her hands started dropping in temperature, clinging to my hands and clawing into my skin. Struggling to escape the intense cold grew and traveled through my body, and I couldn't stop it. My knees gave out and I collapsed, shivering held in place. As the girl's temperature continued to drop I felt my pulse slowing until it was a faint thud once per minute. As my mind started to slip away she said once more "you're so warm..." And plunged her hands into my stomach, digging out my heated insides.

Do not let this happen to you, do not help her, in fact, stay as far away for that area as possible if you come across what I did. I couldn't save myself but maybe you can. Oh look, your window is frosting over... Good luck ...