A few feet beyond I turned to look back.

I try to run toward the ladder, but my feet turn me back again.

I watch to see his feet turn bright red.

He stood as if his feet had turned to stone and joined with the balcony.

I was just about to hop it down the stairs - but my feet turned back.

The first foot turned inward, its eye bearing on him.

He watched, feeling no pain, as his feet charred and turned black.

He felt his own feet turn into twin blocks of ice.

Already, she noticed, her foot was turning yellow, black and blue.

And when he stands, his feet turn in first position.