Priscilla stepped into the pool, it's chilly temperature sending cool tendrils of ice up her nerves. She liked the cold. She thought it was a calling. Like a polar hell. Through the thick white mist above the pool, she saw an image of a man. She swam to him. He had his hand outstretched and she grabbed it. From mist it turned to solid. It gripped her and Priscilla was wrenched from the cold water. Her body ascending. She was thrown down, the impact as hard as concrete. Her still body hit the water, pushing the air out of her lungs.

The police came after a report of a smell. Priscilla's body was found in the pool. Her cause of death was sleepwalking off a building, face first into the pool.

Something had called her.

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