C56 Be trampled by a ghost on the face

There was a piercing scream, and I felt like something soft in a bayonet.

Then my motorcycle lurched and I flew forward, and the car and I fell into the snow. I fell to the ground, confused and in pain.

The cold snow sobered me for a moment, and I struggled to my feet. I sat in the snow and watched the wheels spin in the snow. Fortunately, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow