Wings rearranged themselves, windows contorted, levels shifted. The gargoyles seemed to move the slightest through the curtains of snow. I felt pinned by their gaze.
The wretched music continued. My terror subsided to a moment of surreal fascination, and through the haze of my mind, I realized I couldn't feel my feet. I was freezing. Numb. If I didn't get inside soon, I would get frostbite.
Inside the Grim Reaper's Cenobite pad. Yeah right.
A dark muttering came from the hedges. I backed into a snowbank and crouched behind it. For a second I thought it was the Devil, horned with cloven feet. The blurred figure held a string of Christmas lights that blinked cheerily despite their surroundings. He howled as he tripped over them.
A door slammed in the distance, the mansion rearranged, and in a lonely window, bright lights suddenly appeared.
