Night had fallen once more, and Ethan felt the familiar chill of dread settle over him. The ice spirits were back. He couldn't understand how they knew he was here, but tonight, something was different. As he stared at the camera screen, he was knocked dumb by what he saw.
The spirits had taken on forms that were exactly his type, their ethereal beauty mesmerizing. There were three of them, floating just outside his door, their voices cooing softly. "Isn't it just too warm in there? Won't you let us in?"
Ethan's heart pounded in his chest. How did they know? Why were they targeting him like this? He had to remind himself of the danger they posed. These spirits were not what they seemed. They were deadly, freezing anyone who opened the door to them.
He tore his gaze away from the screen, forcing himself to think clearly. The spirits' allure was powerful, but he knew better than to fall for their tricks. He had survived this long by being cautious, by staying vigilant.
"Stay strong," he whispered to himself, his mantra a lifeline in the face of temptation. "Don't let them in."
The spirits continued to knock, their voices growing more insistent. "Please, let us in. It's so cold out here."
Ethan clenched his fists, resisting the urge to respond. He knew that opening the door would mean certain death. He had to stay focused, to remember why he was here. The fight for survival was far from over, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down.
After what felt like an eternity, the spirits finally gave up. They floated away, their forms dissolving into the night. Ethan let out a shaky breath, relief washing over him. He had resisted their temptation, but he knew they would be back.
He turned off the camera feed, his mind racing with questions. How did they know his type? Why were they targeting him so specifically? The supernatural elements of this doomsday were becoming more and more unsettling.
Ethan settled back into his chair, the radio playing softly in the background. He needed to stay vigilant, to keep his wits about him. The ice spirits were a constant threat, but he was determined to survive.
"Stay strong," he whispered once more, a promise to himself and to those who depended on him. "We'll get through this."
With a deep breath, he prepared for the night ahead.