Meeting his end

Ignus opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. He became more panicked as he realized that he had lost his voice. There was only one thing he was feeling at that moment, fear. Genuine fear as the cold tingles in his skin started to make him numb and firmly locked him in place.

His legs couldn't move and when he tried to look down, his eyes widened as he saw faceless shadows clinging to him. Shaped as hands, these shadows continued to climb up his feet and unto his thighs.

He turned and twisted to free himself from the ghastly unknown things that wanted to swallow him alive but no matter what he did, they remained attached to him. The ghostly face in front of him did not make things easier for him as he saw how those distorted arms slowly raised the ax it was holding.