Theirs white crystals falling from the sky. When they touch skin they dissapper. They have the sweet taste of water when it lands in your mouth. That's just the begaining. Slowly it starts making things cold. They stop dissappering when they hit the ground it it starts to pile up. No one knows what's happening. The animals are all gone, they left the day before this nonsense. More and more of this white stuff lands on the ground and it gets colder and colder. My family has to huddle together in our small house around a camp fire so we don't get cold. We slowly get hungry useing up the last of the food we stored to survive the night. No one knows what this is or where it's coming from. The fire slowly runs down now with no fuel to feed it. Everything gets quiet and then the sun rises. I walk out side to find the white stuff hardened and now I walk acrost it, looking for food to thrive in the cold. I don't find any and slowly freeze to death. My family doesn't know where I'm at lieing here dead in the white cold. Then it all melts away like a vast river drying up into bear land. No one knows I'm dead and few know I was alive, all do to that white killer, the ghosts told me is called snow