“Who gets down last buys a round for everyone!” Johnny shouted and started skiing down the slope.
“Get ready to buy em’!” i shouted from behind, putting my ski goggles on, following close behind him.
These were my final words before the accident, I still remember them clearly in my head. My name is James Daemon, a normal 17 year old boy with normal teenager passions, such as running after girls, guitars, and my favorite sport skiing. Back then we were daredevils, trying to overachieve each other not knowing, or not paying attention to the dangers ahead.
We were in Austria at the Ischgl ski resort, first time there. First day went on smoothly skiing on every slope before deciding which one will be the best for us. The three of us, Johnny, me and Rick were accomplished skiers having at least 10 years of skiing on board. The slope chosen was 75 black. It was one of the toughest having mirror ice on a large portion. It also contained a small valley which was our favorite. The accident occurred on the fifth day of our 7 day holiday.
As mentioned earlier Johnny started with me following and Rick behind me. In the first series of bents I’ve overcomed Johnny and was keeping the lead, when we reached the valley. Instead of the normal way of approaching it on the tip of it I went down the middle. My skies were old fashioned made to achieve the least contact with the snow thus increasing speed but lowering maneuvering. As I reached the end of the valley a skier appeared in front of me but he was standing still. I was quickly approaching him and as I approached him I started to fell shivers down my spine. His jacket was torn covered in blood, his trousers once light gray now resembling a dark grey tombstone. I passed him at top speed but still caught a glimpse of his face. It had no face only the skull was there. Shivering I blinked and my mind was flooded with panic. Could it have been Death? The reaper waiting to have my soul? Where would I go? Heaven? Hell?. As I opened my eyes I still saw that skull. A part of me wanted to stop and try to understand what I’ve seen but the rest wanted to go faster away from that thing. I blinked again. He was now in front of me with his mouth wide open as if he was waiting for me to hit him. I steered right as hard as I could missing him by inches, but this steer was the wrong move.
I didn’t calculate right the distance I needed to steer and there was no space left to steer again. I hit the ice border at 60 mph. The impact was devastating, my face meeting the ice shattering the goggles. They cut deep in my cheek and into my lip. I rolled for at least 50 m downward until I finally stopped in a tree. This took about 7 second but for me time stopped. The excess adrenaline kept my mind running, but all I could see these 7 seconds was the thing. I fainted and my life flashed before my eyes. My first skies, my first kiss, my first breakup, my friends, my family. All suddenly stopped by a hymn. It was loud and clear, and I enjoyed it, I opened my eyes to see a white wasteland around me. Nothing but white all around. I was still in my ski costume but it didn’t fell warm or cold. My mind tried to understand but the first thought in my head was that I was in heaven. While I was trying to figure out what was happened in the last minute the hymn stopped. I looked around and I saw an angel. An angel was coming towards me, with a white robe, a halo, huge feathered wings which were beautiful in a way I never imagined. In one hand she held a piece of paper and in the other a sword. She stopped in front of my and spoke with an angelic voice.
“James Daemon?” she asked.
“Y..Yes”
I blinked. She was gone, leaving nothing behind. The white wasteland started to change, ice sprouting from the ground in the most horrid postures , a chilling wind started to blow and I felt cold.
“Cold as hell in here” a thought passed in my mind.
“Yes, it is” a voice replied.
I was horrified and once again panic surged in my mind. I slowly turned around to see where that voice came, but couldn’t see anything.
“Behind you!” a voice whispered in my ear. I turned instantly and saw that thing again.
“What are you?” I asked with a trembling voice.
“Me? I am your worst nightmare!” the thing replied in a demonic voice, that voice still haunts me to this very day, that answer waking me up at night and making me wish I had something to kill myself with, living in sheer terror until the dawn.
