I walk down the cold sidewalk alone. There is a thin sheet of ice on the pavement. Wet snow is in the curbs and the road is silent. Not even a snow plow is here to make noise. There is a fair amount of newly fallen snow on the road and it looks like a sparkling fairy might've blessed it. Its a cloudty day, but nice. Its too early for sun, so the moon is out. But it is morning still. A sunday morning. I look up the deserted sidewalk to see one thing in the distance. Someone. Someone I know perhaps? I walk a little faster and slip. I fall ... fall ... fall ... and into I open to this curious world. There are sparkling icicles the size of trucks hanging from the seem to be never ending roof. They shine and sparkle like jewels! There is a long walkway up to the front, lit by torches. I look behind me to see if i can go back and I almost slip into a bottomless pit of darkness ... so I turn around and walk forward. I get a torch out of one of the holders on the dark stone walls and walk ... and then the icicles fall ... I run as fast as I can but the are right on my trail! I run as fast as I can and then slip on the icy floor! The icile right above me rattles and i see it breaking above, and my life flashes before my eyes! I want to atleast fumble away an inch but im frozen in fear., I hear a loud crack and ...