You decide that you cannot trust the house. You continue to walk through the black, your eyes useless, like an undershirt in a blizzard.
The air is bitterly cold now, and with each step it seeps further into your bones. Your joints begin to seize up - this is colder than any school blizzard ever was.
You decide to shelter under a tree until daybreak, drawing your knees into your chest. You can see your fingers beginning to turn blue.
The blue travels up your fingers, turning first your hands and then your arms a shade of frost. You can no longer feel them.
Your conciousness slips.