Dr Ivan Vilkov tightened his coat against the bitter Eastern Antarctic Plateau wind as he led his team toward the glacier. The remote location promised historic discoveries, but the cold was relentless and unforgiving: the isolation was profound. Beside him, Tomatz, his loyal assistant, clutched his equipment, eyes darting nervously. The vast, white expanse seemed to stretch infinitely, and the eerie silence was only broken by the crunching of their boots on the ice.

The team set up their camp and began drilling into the glacier. The routine work was suddenly disrupted when they struck something solid and ancient buried deep within the ice. Intrigued, they carefully excavated the object, revealing a large, intricately carved stone tablet covered in symbols they could not decipher.

As the team continued to dig, they unearthed a mummified body, perfectly preserved, its eyes frozen in a haunting gaze. The discovery sent a chill down Tomatz's spine, far colder than the freezing air. He was scared.

"We need to get these back to the lab," Dr Vilkov announced, his voice echoing in the stillness. The team carried the artifacts and the body back to their camp, eager to study them further.

That night, strange occurrences began to plague the camp. Equipment malfunctioned, eerie strange noises echoed through the night, and team members started having vivid, disturbing nightmares. Tomatz, usually calm and collected, became increasingly paranoid, convinced that the mummified body had moved.

"I swear, Dr Vilkov, it was right there," he insisted, pointing to the spot where he had left the body. He was shaking with fear and sheer terror. The body had been moved.

"You're just tired, Tomatz," Dr Vilkov replied, though he could not shake the feeling of unease that had settled over the camp. Something was wrong, very wrong.

As they studied the stone tablet, they realised it told the story of an ancient, malevolent and vindictive entity that had been imprisoned in the ice thousands of years ago. The more they read, the stronger the entity's influence seemed to grow. The temperature dropped to deadly levels, and a blizzard trapped them with no way to call for help. All communication with the outside world had been severed. They were totally isolated.

Desperation set in. The team members began to succumb to the entity's power, their minds unravelling. Tomatz's paranoia turned to madness as he began seeing visions of the mummified body stalking them.

"We have to return the artifacts and the body to the glacier," Dr Vilkov decided. He believed that by doing so, they could re-imprison the entity and save themselves.

The journey back to the glacier was a nightmare. The entity manifested in terrifying ways, attacking the team and driving them to the brink of insanity. Tomatz fought to keep moving, driven by the hope that he could end the horror. Dr Vilkov was with him but barely alive.

Finally, Tomatz reached the glacier and returned the artifacts and the body to their icy grave and was immediately sucked into the dark icy depths of the entity's grave, screaming as the darkness enveloped him, and tore his body apart. The remainder of the small research team had perished one by one frozen in the ice for all eternity, the only person still was Dr Vilkov clinging desperately to life.

In his final journal entry, Dr Vilkov detailed the horrors they had faced and his hope that the entity would remain buried in the ice forever. As the ink froze on the page, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the freezing darkness.