As the seasons start to change and the lake freezes over, Delilah makes a habit out of wandering out on the frozen water. She never understands why she does it, but there is something always calls out to her. This year the feeling is stronger than any other year. As she goes farther out on the lake she feels a hum in her bones, something vibrating as she seemingling gets closer to whatever the destination is.

Delilah has never gone this far out on the lake before, usually someone calls out to her. “_Stop! You are going to far! The ice will crack!_” The fear seems to always overtake the desperate call thrumming through her veins. But this time, she’s determined, no one is around to stop her. She will get to the source of this, whatever it is.

She feels the excitement grow as she continues to walk her frozen path. She doesn’t know if it is her own excitement she is feeling, or whatever entity it is that is bringing her closer.

Delilah has always believed in the supernatural, ever since her mother died when she was seven and her father went crazy with grief. She had to grow up quick, with a father chasing after ghosts and bringing her down with him. It’s not easy being seven and expected to take care of father because all he thinks about is the idea of finding mother again.

Even though her friends called her crazy for following her father, and she always believed, somewhere deep in side her, that he was right, and there was a change of seeing her mother again.

Something in the distance seems to glow, bringing her out of her thoughts. This is why she’s here, this thing, glowing just ahead of her. Delilah quickens her pace, starting to jog as the feeling in her chest feels like it is going to explode. The ice starts to crack as she moves into a run. She has to get there, she just has to.

She doesn’t hear the ice cracking, or maybe she just doesn’t care. Delilah’s legs were starting to ache and breathing has become a painful struggle. She keeps pushing herself. All these years and finally, she is in reach of this thing! This thing that has constantly nagged at her soul.

When she gets within mere metres of her destination she stops… is she really going to do this? What if it is just someone’s flashlight that got stuck when the lake froze over? But if that’s true, what about the thrum, the fire she felt as she got closer? She couldn’t think such things, the excitement overwhelms her doubts.

As she reaches it, she kneels down, clawing at the ice so she can see what is under it. Her fingers become numb and bloody from the sharp ice. As she pushes away the debris she stops, her breath caught in her throat. It’s… it’s a face! Staring right back at her!

This face looks at lot like her own! For a second she feels a pang of disappointment… it’s just her looking back at herself. But before she can wallow in her sadness, she realizes ‘her’ face isn’t mimicking her movement!

Fear starts to breath life in Delilah’s lungs as she starts to look at the features of this face. It is definitely her face, but not her reflection. The eyes are red, as if they’ve been scratched at, and the mouth, its formed itself into this evil smile that sends chills down her spine.

She’s in a trance, looking at this menacing version of herself. As feels a thunderous movement, she realizes the ice is cracking, but she can’t move. She can’t stop looking at this face. Delilah is being lulled ever so closer to this… this thing.

There is a sudden flash to her right, and out of the corner of her eye she sees what looks to be a hand, all cut up and bloody. She tries to move but the hand grabs onto her, pushing her into the face, into the ice.

She can’t breath, her lungs being filled with water as she slowly sinks into the depths of the lake. As she looks up she sees a figure peering down at her. She tries to swim closer to the figure on top of the ice. As she is screaming and withering trying to get the person’s attention she is able to make out a face.

It’s her! She sees herself staring down at her! But how? If she’s sinking in the lake, how can she also but staring down at herself? She stops. It’s that thing! The demonic version of herself, smiling down at her struggling body.

Panic fills her mind. What can she do? She can’t breath, she can’t move! Delilah feels something pulling on her leg, she looks down but she can’t see anything! She looks back up, trying to grab onto something, anything! She can’t feel her body! Everything is cold!

She can’t fight anymore. She can’t fight, her body, she can’t feel anything, she has no air left in her. As she looks up one last time, her vision is slowly fading… all she is able to make out is a hand waving at her as the demon slowly walks away.