Ex-marine, Zimmery Mac returns to his loving family in Pennsylvania just in time before the season of winter arrives to reunite with his little daughter Lane. But things go horribly wrong when Lane goes missing out in the cold snowy season. Zim thus embarks on a journey to save her. The only drawback is during every winter, the snow comes to life and devours all who disturbs it. Zim must find a way to watch his step and watch is back in this exciting but bone chilling novel!
Winter is now available on Kindle at Amazon.com. You can purchase it for your ipad and iphone as well for 2.99. You can also read a portion of it for free. The Printed Version will be available soon WINTER CLICK ON THE TITLE IN THE POST TO READ Hope you all enjoy and share with others.
Completion of Part One of Winter is almost done. I decided to just wait and put the entire book on the blog for download. For all those that is reading, i want to just make it easy on you and finish book one so you can enjoy it anytime you wish. Give me at least 2 weeks, I'll keep you posted on how far it is. I'm almost done.
You can check a three chapter sample right here on my blog in the older post. Thx again
December 20th 2049, this is the year I felt I would never
forget. This was the first time in a long time that I had all of my relatives
with me, and most of none of my immediate family. I never believed this day
would get any worse. Days have passed and my wife Daphne was out there
somewhere. My two boys stuck in a store with a bunch of strangers. I wondered
if Dick had made it out in time. But I knew he was still here. The snow hit us
before any of us knew it did. I found myself hoping for the worse when it came
to Dick and Daphne situation. I wanted them both to be safe, but I didn’t want
either of them meeting each other. As I waited and wondered about my family, my
other family continued to be themselves. Having drinks and talking lot, the
kids playing with board games and running around. The winter did do something
that no doctor or television show could’ve done.
It brought us all together. See with no electronic communication
between each other nobody could play on the phones, the video games or watch
TV. It was a huge disadvantage in our day and age. It’s the year 2049; you
would think we would have flying cars and cybernetic implants in our heads. Or
by now we should have tall buildings that reach into space. But no it’s almost the
same as 2013 from now. In fact when 2027 hit that’s when this whole continent
shutdown came in to play with the fierce winter. That procedure was put into place
decades ago, which hindered a lot of technological advancements. We are no
closer to solving mankind’s problem then we were to finding a cure for the common
cold. And around this time of the year catching the flu is a whole lot easier
then it was decades ago.
The air is thinner, and the snow is heavier. It’s like something else
entirely is talking our air and way of survival away from us. And we as humans
were possibly responsible for this hindrance in the first place. Maybe it’s a
good thing I thought that we as a society can’t move forward. Some times I
wonder if this is God’s way of saying enough is enough. I know that’s not the
case but the thought still crosses my mind.
I mean if we could continue to move forward. No trees would be here, no
wildlife. We put almost every exotic animal in the grinder of extinction. All
that is left are birds, simply because they could fly. Squirrels are left
simply because we don’t care about them and their useless anyway. Then there
are the cats and the dogs. Because rich people give their whole inheritance to
them, they waste millions of dollars on keeping a dog and a cat warm in their
own penthouse. While the average guys freeze their rears off. There is no
middle class anymore. There are only the poor, the rich and the super rich. I
just happen to be in the rich class because of my father. You should see how
the super rich live. Winter means nothing to them. And the poor, well the poor
are just food for the season, a Christmas gift to the white wonderland that
surrounds us from December to March.
Meanwhile, as I was pondering my next move, whatever that move was, my
family started to talk about how man has put us all in a jammer ever since
World War Two. How we as a people made nuclear bombs and contaminating the air
and environment. That’s why we have this kind of weather. I was so sick and
tried of them talking about the winter. My family, mostly on my wife’s side has
a bad tendency to complain. I saw my daughter Lane; play with Stan and Ranger.
They seem to have hit it off pretty good with each other. And the dog Ranger
was standing at the window looking outside just as I was when I was thinking
about my family. I wondered about that dog more so then anybody else in the
It was like it had something on its mind too. Something that involved
the snow and what was out there. Maybe his lady dog friend is out that freezing
her butt off with something other adulteress hound. I laughed a little inside.
As the days progressed I started to get even more worried about by boys and
Daphne. My boys are out there in the snow in a store with god knows who. All of
a sudden Eric and Jimbo started to talk about some of the most insane killers
in the countries history. For some reason the two of them got a kick out that
stuff. Eric and Jimbo are both psychiatric therapist and they like to debate on
whose theory of the human brain is more accurate. They talked about, Charles Manson, Dr. Death,
Ted Bundy, the Zodiac and the
Snowman. Now Lateia’s kids; Ron, Peter and Aliesa liked that kind of stuff with
gruesome murders and movies. They’re all pretty weird but I didn’t say
Eric and Jimbo had the bright idea of talking about the Snowman Killer
during the middle of the evening. And in the winter it gets darker much faster.
So the mood was set perfectly for them. They started if off with how the
Snowman would only come during the winter time. He would dress up like a
Snowman and travel to different homes preying on children. That’s how he got his
nickname. My daughter Lane and Stan was in the back sort of listening in. They
talked about how the Snowman chops off the hands and feet of his victims so
that they couldn’t resist him. And all they would have to defend themselves or
show their resistance is to scream as loud as they can. The Snowman would have
his way with them in the middle of the snow so that nobody would ever find out.
After he was finished with the children he would bury their bodies in the snow.
And after the winter is over then that’s when the bodies would pop up in
Eric and Jimbo went on how The Snowman would disappear in the warm
seasons, But then return in the winter. He would leave a sign of his presence
by putting an ice sculpted carving of a snowman next to his victim’s dead
corpses. And sense it was much harder for the police to operate in the winter
they would never find him. The three kids of Lateia were trembling in their
boots. But at the same time they loved the story Eric and Jim were telling. And
it’s those types of stories that will get you killed one day. I looked over at Lane and Stan. They were
both listening in on the conversation. But either one of them really seemed to
care too much about what was being said. In fact Lane had seen I lot of stuff
in her short life time living in Mexico. She was use to scary stories; well
actually in a lack of a better term she lived in a scary story.
Stan I believed had no clue, but I guess he was alright. He must have
thought the dog would protect him. Then out of nowhere Bob comes down the
stairs with a bottle of Sour Whiskey. He starts to rant again about how mass
murders are a product of man’s desire to go to war. Everybody just turned their
heads and began to ignore him. Accept for Jamie, Lateia’s sister. She started
to go head to head about how Bob likes to talk about non –violence when he
constantly acts violent all the time. Bob asked her what she meant in a drunken
angry kind of voice. Jamie then tells him how he likes to beat women and act
like there’s nothing going on. Bob get’s really mad and throws the bottle at
Jamie. Now before I can get up and do something about this myself, Jamie gets
up and pulls a 45 mm pistol out on Bob. I WILL BUST A CAP IN YOU FOOL! Jamie
screamed. Now I know Jamie, she is very professional. But she does have another
side of her. She would tell me it was her side back from living in the
projects. She would have to defend herself and her sisters from violent men
from their past. That included her dad, something I can relate all too well
too. I told her to put the gun down. And
she did comply.
Bob went back upstairs with this angry look on his face. He directed
that look straight at Jamie. I was afraid he was going to do something stupid,
like take out his frustrations and anger on Nancy. She was upstairs too. Lane walked
up to me and asked if the gun Jamie had is bigger then the ones I have in the attic.
The family looked at me with shock. I was kind of embarrassed that Lane would
bust me out like that, but I had to answer her. No, honey minds are much bigger,
I said. Stan grabbed Lane and asked her if they could play in the basement.
Lane looked at me to see what I was going to say. I told them sure. Stan, Lane
and the Dog Ranger went downstairs in the basement. Jimbo then came to sit by
me with a coke in his hands. He took small sips from it. I knew what he was
trying to do. I looked at him, and he looked at me from his peripheral vision.
I told him to come on and follow me. He got up with this excited look on his
We went to the attic were all my
gear from the Marines were. Jimbo and I picked up some of the gear. I grabbed a
M16 rifle from my gun locker. Jimbo then grabbed a 56 caliber rifle. See Back
in the day Jimbo was a navy seal fighting in the Bermuda triangle. In fact he
served with my deceased brother Carl Mac in the Navy who was also a Seal. It’s
was at the end of that war that we started to learn about the snow and what it
could do. Jim and I talked about the old days, fighting the seceding countries
located in that area of the world. Most of which were located in the Middle
East that bled into the Asian territories. I then opened the attic window so
that we could shoot some rounds in the snow. It felt good, hearing those shots
being fired. I felt like I was alive again, like I belonged somewhere. I started
to get even more excited and unload a few more rounds. Then all of a sudden I
started to feel angry. I started to feel like I was shooting somebody I wanted to
be gone forever.
Then Jimbo put his hand on my
shoulder very softly. As if he was comforting me or calming me down before the
rage over took me. I stopped and looked at him. Right then and there I knew
what had done. I didn’t like it, so I was ready to walk out and leave him in
the attic. Zim stop, he said to me with authority. Jimbo was a psychiatrist. I
know you don’t like what I did there but I had to see what was wrong with you,
said Jimbo. How you know if anything is wrong with me, I said to him. It’s
because of the way you look, how you talk whenever someone mentions Daphne. I
asked him if he and Daphne talked when I was away in Somalia. He told me no,
but he knew what the deal was with us. I never liked mind games because that’s
what they did to me in the Somalia POW camp, then when I returned to base for a
physiatric evaluation. I told him that I was afraid that she’s out there in the
cold dead trying to have affair. He then asked if I was afraid if it was with Richard.
Jimbo always impressed me on how he could just figure stuff out. That’s why I
liked him; it saved me the embarrassment of having to tell him out of my own
mouth. Maybe that’s why his patients kept coming back to him.
Jimbo received patients with family
issues mostly people with young teen and children who were runaways or killed
in whatever circumstances. Jim has always been a good friend; he may have been
a little crazy on the religious side but still a good friend. But then again,
Jim was a Navy Seal so the things he saw would make any man go crazy. Jim then
noticed the gas freezer I had. I didn’t know you had on of these, said Jim. The
gas freeze keeps whatever is in it cold below zero. But the beauty of it is
that it doesn’t ice up. Therefore, when we take out food or anything that is frozen
in the gas freezer, it thaws out right away. See it’s impossible for us to have
ice or any kind of frost accumulating on anything. Having ice in the house is
far too dangerous. When we need a cold glass of water or something to drink we
just dip it in the gas freezer for a few seconds.
Jimbo reaches in the gas freezer
and pulls out a dead rabbit. I used it for target practice. He told me to shoot
it before it hits the snow. He throws it out of the window and I proceed to
fire. I shot the rabbit too pieces and it lands on the snow. For some strange
reason I felt a whole lot better. I guess this was some kind of free of charge therapy
right Jim, I said. He laughed a little and said no it’s a family discount. He
walked out and when back down to the main floors. I too was ready to exit the
attic. But then I spotted another dead rabbit in my gas freezer. I took it out.
I then grabbed an old injection needle and pumped it with hot water. I didn’t
know why really, but I figure that the therapy Jim gave me was working. It had
calmed me down. But I figured that it would make more sense to have a simulation
of a being with heat in it‘s body. Just has if it was alive.
I took the rabbit and threw it
outside and tried to shot it. But I missed the shot that time. The rabbit fell
into the snow. And with no hesitation, the snow sprung up and grabbed the
rabbit devouring it. Just like that the rabbit was gone. I looked at the snow,
for a minute. I started to play with it, mock it little. Tell it how it
couldn’t get me since I was at the top and the snow was at the button. I could
only imagine how stupid I looked and acted talking to the snow. See this is the
reason why we don’t go and walk around in the snow. During the winter months
the snow has a mind of its own. It has a heart, it is alive. And it wants to
feed. Feed on our flesh and blood; feed on our living heat and tissue. It wants
to eat us. That’s the winters we have. It’s been a long time since I actually
did this but I just thought this would blow off some more steam for me. I then took
another rabbit and injected with rabies and blood. I had stolen some old
samples of what the Somailians were trying to use against us while I was in the
POW camp. I threw it out again, and this time the snow reached up like a giant
arm and grabbed the rabbit, eating it. I jumped back a little and closed the
I wondered why the snow made an arm for itself
to grab the rabbit when it didn’t even hit the ground. Then as I glanced at the
ground I saw blood oozing from the ground. It was quite a bit of blood and the
snow was just sucking it in. I notice that it was coming from the water pipe
that is connected to the washer and that pipe leads into the downstairs
basement. Then I hit me like bullet in the head. LANE! I screamed. I ran down
stairs as fast as I could. I then heard a lot scream come from the room Nancy
and Bob was staying in. I saw Eric, Lateia, and Jim rush up the stairs to see
what was happening while I was rushing down the stairs to see if anything
happened to Lane. As I passed down the stairs and into the basement I saw Stan
and the dog Ranger in the living room playing. I asked Stan where Lane was. He
told me that she was downstairs with Jamie looking at some old pictures and
going through some clothes.
I kept on running down the stairs
to see what the cause of the blood was. I had hope different, but I know blood
when I see it. I ran down stairs calling for Lane. Then I called for Jamie. I
saw the pictures and the clothes Stan said they were looking through but I
didn’t see them. I heard the washer machine going. I wondered who was washing
clothes. The washing machine sounded like it had something big and bulky in it.
As I approached the washer slowly I could hear a lot of commotion upstairs. I recognized
Bob’s voice, then Nancy’s then Jimbo’s and Stacy all shouting and screaming. I
figured what the crap is going on up there? I knew it had something to do with
Bob and Nancy, but I couldn’t focus on that right now. I was still looking for
Lane. As I entered the room where the washer was, I saw that it was leaking red
water. But it’s wasn’t red water it was blood mixed with soap oozing out of the
I went to the washer as the sound
inside of it got louder and louder. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. That’s what it sounds
like. As I approached the washer with so much fear in my heart racing against my
chest, the shout from up the stairs grew louder and louder. I heard thumping
upstairs just as loud as the thumping in my washer. THUMP, THUMP THUMP. The
washer and whatever was in it was banging so hard my lips quivered with pain
and fear. I feared what was in that washer as much as I feared what was
happening upstairs. The shouting of the all
commotion upstairs grew louder and louder, and the thumping in my washer also
grew louder and louder. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.
My shoes began to get soaking wet
from all of the blood leaking out the washer. It was going into my socks. But I
was so nervous of what I was ready to find in the washer as it continued
leaking all of this muddy blood. I turned the washer off and took a deep breath.
I cleared my throat and all I did from there on out was prey to God. Oh lord
please don’t let my baby be in here I prayed. I was ready to open the door to
the washer. All of the horrible memories of Africa racing in my head and the
conflict in Somalia started to hit me like a ton of iron balls. The screams and
the thumping of the mysterious conflict taking place above me grew more fierce
and loud. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. I opened the door to the washer. It was filled
with blood and soap. I saw a piece of dark hair in it. I pulled it out, and
then the hair became a head. Then the head became a neck and the neck became a
body. It was female. I saw the face of who it was. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I was ready to scream in horrible. But before I could I heard a loud noise shot
off upstairs. NOOOOOO!!! I heard. BAM!!!! I heard like a gun shot going off.
Then I heard it again, BAM!!! And “BAM” again!!! Each time I heard it I lost my
grip on the body stuffed in my washer. I fell to the ground in horror at to what
I saw and heard. The person killed in my washer was very precious to me and
very close to the family. Close to us all, for it was…
It was Jamie? I thought to myself. What in the world happened to her?
It was like somebody had smashed her head in and squeezed her in the washer
like a damp blanket. I couldn’t comprehend why she was in here. How did this
happen all of a sudden. What lead to this? Is this some kind of sick joke I
thought to myself. I felt myself getting sick and woozy. My head started to
spin like a quarter ready to fall on the table. I couldn’t believe that someone
in my family died in my house. And the only people in this house are my family.
Well expect for a few. As I was trying to get it all figured out in my head, I
ran upstairs to find out what that noise was. I didn’t want to spill the beans
just yet; after all I myself was still trying to soak in what had happened. I
closed the door behind me. Stan, Debra,
Lateia and her kids were all in the living room and in the kitchen with these
weird looks of fear and shock on their faces. I wanted to ask them what had
happened. But the thought of Jamie’s dead body in my washer was still twirling
in my head. I ran up the stairs and saw a blood spatter on my hallway wall.
Oh Lord not again, I thought to myself. I ran inside Nancy’s room. Bob,
Stacy, Jimbo and Eric were all there looking in shock and horror at something.
I glanced over to see what they were looking at. It was Nancy, she was shot in
the chest three times, and the gun was on the floor next too her. WHAT
HAPPENED! I shouted. None of them answered. WHAT HAPPENED! I shouted again.
None of them answered. I started to get very upset and confused. I don’t like
it when people don’t answer my question, and this was a very big question I wanted
answered. They all had a look of fear in their faces. I looked at Bob, and he
too had the same look. I rushed over to him and knocked him on the floor. He
didn’t even try to defend himself at first. I started to punch him in the face!
I had believed that he was the one that did this to Nancy! That he was the one
that killed her!
Eric, Stacy and Jimbo all tried to pull me off of him! They all kept
telling me that he didn’t shoot her! HE DIDN’T DO IT ZIM, HE DIDN’T DO IT! They
all shouted. WELL WHO DID, I screamed! They all just stared at me. Not saying a
word. I asked them again, but none of them responded. They all had that look of
fear, all four of them looking at each other, as though they were hiding
something. Then I heard a scream downstairs. AHHHHH NOOOO!!!!! I heard. We all
rushed downstairs to see what was going on. I saw that the door to the basement
was opened. Aliesa and Lateia were downstairs. They saw Jamie’s body.
Aliesa was crying and holding Lateia. But Lateia herself couldn’t hold
her own self up. Eric shielded both Aliesa, and Lateia. Stan tried to come downstairs
but Stacy wouldn’t let him. WHAT HAPPENED! Lateia screamed. I told her I didn’t
know I found her like this. Lateia looks straight at Bob. YOU! YOU DID IT! She
replies to Bob. Lateia heads straight for him, but I step in her way. Me, Jim and Eric all lead the ladies
upstairs. Then Jim and Eric are in shock just as much as was at what we saw. I
can’t believe it Eric replies. Who could have done this? How can this be? As
Eric and Jim continue to pounder what had happened. I quickly ran around the
house trying to find my little girl Lane. She was no where to be found in the
house. I went to Stan to ask him what happened when him and Lane was
downstairs. I asked him, when did Jamie come down? But Stan was scared out of
his mind. He couldn’t answer me. Stacy was trembling and Bob was in a corner
talking to himself. WHAT YOU SAY! Lateia shouted at Bob. Bob told her to leave
him alone! I asked everybody if anybody saw Lane! But no one responded, instead
they all bickered amongst themselves. Trying to figure out who or what killed
Jamie. Maybe the snow did it Aliesa said. Bob told her no the snow doesn’t
stuff people in a washer. Then Lateia slashed back at Bob saying “OH SURE YOU
WOULD KNOW BECAUSE YOU DID IT! Bob and Latiea were going at while her kids
cried in confusion! Stacy tried to calm Lateia down as to not to scare the kids
or Stan anymore.
There were so many things going wrong in this house I didn’t know what
to make of it. Nancy was shot dead in room full of people that won’t say
anything! Then we find Jamie stuffed in a washier with no knowledge of who did
it! Then lastly and worst off my daughter Lane is missing in the middle of all
of this! So I shouted again, QUIET! The whole house got silent. I asked the
whole family again. Where is Lane? Then it hit everybody that Lane was gone. Oh
god no, said Jim. Stan where did she go, Eric asked. Stan was still in shock,
but he tried to answer. I...I saw her downstairs with Jamie, he said. Basically
it was the same thing he told me. Eric’s girlfriend Debra came out of the other
room on the far end of the house. She stared to ask what was going on. Where
were you this whole time I asked her? She said she was taking a nap. Debra took
a very long nap in my opinion. Eric asked her if she saw Lane. Debra said yeah.
When she said that, I gave her my full attention. I asked where she went. As I
got closer to Debra she started to look like she was strung out on something. I
asked her again. Where did she go Debra? She said that she wanted to go outside
and play in the snow. So I unlocked the door for her and she went out. I didn’t
believe her because once the doors are locked for the winter there’s no way
In fact every building in every city in the country with 4 to 6 inches
of snow is put in automatic pressure lock. No one can get in, and no one can
get out. I asked her again to tell me the truth. That is the truth she said
with blood shot baggy eyes.
Debra are you okay Eric asked. She said she was fine. She started to go
back into her room and close the door. I didn’t trust her in fact I barely knew
her. So I rushed into her room to see if I could find anything weird. I looked
on her bed and I saw pulls and white powder. She was doing drugs. Then I
noticed that she had Lane’s keychain on her bed. I gave Lane those keys for when she would
come over for the summer. I thought I had taken them back when she went back
down to Mexico to live with her mom. The keys on her chain couldn’t have opened
any of the doors. So the only way she could have gotten out was through the
attic. I rushed back up the stairs and into the attic. I saw that I did leave
the window open when I saw the blood. But to me it didn’t make any sense. Lane
was still downstairs when I and Jim were shooting outside. So how could she
have gotten pass everybody in the house and me without anybody noticing.
Something was up in this house. Eric, Stacy, Jim and Bob were upstairs when
Nancy was shot and nobody said anything.
Jamie mysteriously appeared in the washer dead with only Stan and Lane
down there with her. And now Lane is gone. Bob had an argument with Jamie but
he couldn’t have gone upstairs shot Nancy and headed back down in time to kill
Jamie. It didn’t make any sense to me. Nothing added up. Eric, Stacy and Jim
all said Bob didn’t kill Nancy. Debra said she unlocked the door to let Lane
play outside. But Stan said Lane was downstairs with Jamie who is now dead. I
was so confused. I didn’t know what to do. So I went into Marine mode. I
grabbed a piece of Lane’s clothes and took a gamble. What are you doing, asked Eric?
I went to the dog and held the piece of Lane’s clothes to its nose. I hoped
that the dog would smell where Lane was. The dog known as Ranger gave me these
eyes like he knew what I wanted him to do. He sniffed the clothes and started
to sniff some more around the house. He went to the door that leads into the
garage. And he started to bark. There was nothing in the garage except for what
So it was true I thought to myself. Lane is out there in the snow, in
the cold! I went to my closet and got my winter gear. What are you doing Zim?
Jim asked. I’m going to get my daughter back, I told him. Eric tried to convince
me that there was a good chance that Lane was dead without actually saying Lane
was dead. But I didn’t listen, I rubbed the dog’s head and I was ready to go
outside. Wait Zim you can’t just go alone Jim replied. I told him that if he
wanted to go then he would have to tell me what happened to Nancy. He looked at
me as if he didn’t want to make that deal. I told him, fine have it your way.
Eric then jumped and said that I couldn’t go out there with the snow. That I
wouldn’t surivive out there, the snow will get me before I even make the first
step outside. Eric obliviously doesn’t know me very well to say that.
I went into the attic to get some weaponry to go out in the cold to
defend myself just in case I had to fight the natural white elements. Jimbo
once again pleaded with me not to go outside by myself. I told him yet again
that if he wants to come then he’s going to have to tell me what happen to
Nancy. Jim once again didn’t say anything. So I kept going on about my business
to get ready to go out. Then Jim just took it upon himself to grab some of my
gear and strap it on to him. I asked him what he was doing. He said that he was
going with me whether I liked or not. I beg to differ I said.
I pulled out my pistol and pointed at him. Jim then backed up and said
“so is this what’s it come to?” Yeah it’s pretty crazy this evening I said to
him. Eric looked at Jim and Bob. Bob looked at them an slightly shook his head.
Jim sighed and said okay. I tell you after we leave the house to go look for
Lane. I didn’t trust this deal. My senses from the war started to kick in. I
knew Jim and Eric would never turn on me. But in this day and age you never
know. Besides I had the upper hand anyway with my toys. I told them okay. I
said but Bob is coming with us. Bob didn’t want to a first saying how he is asthmatic.
Bull, I said to him. I don’t care if you have only one lung to breathe from you’re
coming with us. I pointed the gun at him very carefully. After all it’s better to have one full lung,
then one with a bunch of holes in it. Bob got the point and agreed to come with
us. I went downstairs and told the oldest of Lateia’ boys Ron to come with us.
Peter and Little Stan were going to stay with the women and that no one was
allowed in Nancy’s room.
Why, Lateia asked. Because it’s better for your health if you don’t go in there
I said. I ended up giving some of my gear to Bob, Eric, Ron and Jim. How you know if Lane is even alive, Eric
asked. Because the dog sniffed so, I said to him. What if Ranger is just
sniffing a body or another piece of clothing, Jim asked. I went to Lane’s room
to see what coat she put on. To my everlasting joy she did put on the coat I
gave her years ago. She put on the Nitro coat I said. The Nitro coat is very
much like the gas freezer in my attic. It keeps all of the essential parts of
the body warm, arms, legs, chest, neck and noise. But there is an outer layer
of the coat that is kept below freezing level. See the snow comes alive when it
senses heat from our bodies. The coat’s outer layer keeps the snow from sensing
Lane also put on the strider boots as well, to keep her from sinking
into the snow. I had 4 more of the coats. They were for my boys and Daphne and
a guest coat, a coat that I was going to give to Richard. I let Eric, Jim and
Ron have one. I give Bob the guest coat.
It didn’t have all of the cool features like a watch or inferred and an ice
pick. I kept my eyes on Bob and he did the same to me. I had to keep my cool,
for high emotions raise the temperature in our bodies. These coats are only
full proof up to 4 inches of snow. And judging by what it looks like out there
it would have to be at least 7 to 8 inches of snow outside. I hoped that the
others going with me knew this and was calm. But I knew that wasn’t going to
happen. Two people, no, two loved ones are dead in my house. I can still her
Lateia and her kids crying. Ron was trying to be a man and hold it in. But I
knew he loved his aunty very much. Stacy was shaking next to Stan knowing full
well what happened to Nancy, but not saying anything.
Tensions are high with Eric, Jim and Bob. And Me, I’m probably the most
tense. My family is out there somewhere. My wife hates my guts. I have a
potential killer maybe two in my house but have no idea who it could be. My
money is either on Bob or Debra. Both drink and do drugs. But I can’t prove it
and the ones that saw it won’t help me. And my poor Lane, my precious Lane, she
is out there somewhere. All happy and excited to play in the snow, the way a
little kid should feel like. But this ain’t” It’s A Wonderful Life”, this aint
no “Christmas Story” or no Rudolph the Red noise Reindeer. This is Winter, and
it is dangerous. It’s not just slick roads and car accidents and traffic and
cold months of shoveling snow and black ice. No it’s more then that now!
You can’t even shovel snow anymore
without it shoveling you! Winter fights, it goes into the ring with you! And so
far it’s been the winner! The snow comes after you like a predator!
It waits for the kill in the calmness of the white wind. It doesn’t
play with us. It’s not happy with us. It wants us dead and gone. Extreme fear, Anger, Happiness and Stress,
yes these are among many emotions that boils us up. And makes us ripe for the
taking, we are like fruit ready to be plucked from a tree. And the snow, the
winter will eat us. And Lane has been waiting to play in the snow for some time
now. So I’m sure she is happy out there. And that’s what I’m afraid of. We all
got our gear together. I emphasize to the girls not to panic, and also to not touch
anything. I know it can’t be easy to have two dead people in the house; the
government gave us procedures to follow in case of such a thing. I grabbed an embalmed body bag. Me and Jim
took Nancy’s body and put into the bag of preservation for a later autopsy. We
also did it to keep the smell out.
We then went downstairs and did the same for Jamie. I told Stacy to
watch out for Debra. I didn’t like the idea of a junkie in my house along with
my family. But I trusted Stacy and definitely Lateia never would allow
something bad to happen when it came to this Debra lady. I went back to the
attic and grabbed some needle shots of rabies. I was going to save them for a
snowy day like today. Eric, Bob, Jim, Ranger and I all went to the garage door
ready to taste the winter. The girls were worried that we weren’t going to make
it back. Eric tried to comfort them into believing that Lane could just be
right outside the garage door. I wish that was the case.
It could be the case, just hope it’s a case that involves my daughter
being alive. We closed the door behind us. My heart started to race. But I
couldn’t let my body heat rise to much. Jim asked everybody how long it has
been since any of us ever walked in the snow. Nobody said anything. Jim figured
that meant we never walked in the snow, not at least for 10 years. And the ones
who did, you can find their feet and bones in the spring time.
Eric asked me if I was going to put the code in to open the door. I
told him not to rush me. I stood at an angle towards Bob as I reached for the
pad to open the door. If it was true that Lane was right outside my garage
dead. I promise you I was going to knock him right in the snow for him to be
eaten by it. I put the code in. The door opened, and Ranger started to bark. We
saw a flash of white hit us, I warning sign that we was ready to enter the
winter. As the door open, we heard the cold wind raging like a mad mob. The
wind in winter doesn’t sound pleasant or peaceful. It’s hard, like a thunderous
train. Enraged at all who enter its presence. The harsh snow flakes started to
hit our eyes and coats. We all had goggles on to protect our eyes. I could feet
even the snow flakes biting and gnawing at my coat. I started to see little
hoes form on my sleeve. The snow was starting to eat its way through it, trying
to get to my skin. The snow flakes from the wind were even eating at the others
coats. DON’T BE AFRIAD, DON’T BE TOO EXCITED! I screamed. The snow already
senses our frustration, our anxious! I can’t do it Ron said, I don’t want to go
Zim let Ron go back inside, Jim said. No I can’t keep opening and
closing the door we have to go now! Ron’s a 17 year old weirdo who loves scary
stories, but can’t handle this story. Well today he’s going to have to handle
it I thought! He’s going to be a man and help me find my little girl!
The low temperature from the cold was already freezing the panels and
wheels that operate the garage. WE HAVE TO GO NOW! I said. I saw Ranger
sniffing again, trying to pick up Lane scent. Ranger barked and ran outside
full speed! Because of him I knew Lane had to be alive or at least close and shallow
enough for Ranger to smell her. In the winter you can’t smell anything, you
can’t taste anything. Because the snow that lands on our mouth gnaws at your
tongue. It is easy, too easy to get frost bitten. LET’S GO! I said, and we all
went out side. I closed the door. It was like walking into the lion’s pit. We were
outside, in the snow, in the winter.
The wind was fighting against us. We could barely see anything, hear anything.
I for once didn’t think the coats were going to last. The bullet proof
polycarbonate safety goggles was getting small cracks in it. I started to see
small white strains of snow crawling their way into my goggles, trying to penetrate
the heat coming from my eyes. I would purposely tear up my eyes as to melt the
snow worms (that’s what I call them) so they wouldn’t eat at my pupils. Water dilutes
the snow, so in a liquid state it can’t do anything. Bob and Ron didn’t know
that. The snow worms started eating away at their pupils. AHHHHWAHW!! I heard
from Ron. I told Ron not to make any large movements! Stand still while I get
you I shouted to him! IT’S BURNS he screams. No it’s stinging, because of the
coldest of the snow worms bites. The colder the temperature the worst the bite
is. I walked over there to him. But I mistakenly stepped a little too hard on the
side of my left foot.
A large white snowy tentacle looking arm sprung up from the snow. It
tried to grab my leg. I quickly slowed
down and calmed myself. I didn’t want the snow ripping my leg off. If that happens
then I’m really history! The arm sensed that I had calm down, even in the
middle of all this hard wind. It proceeded to retract back into the snow. I
then slowly walked over to Ron as he was holding his eyes. He couldn’t rub them
or get too anxious! If he did the snow would grab him from his feet and suck
The snow, it wants to get us. In any way it can. I had to make sure it
didn’t get Ron. Lateia already lost her sister. And we all lost a member of the
family. We were not going to lose another. If anything we were going to get a
member back, my daughter. I walked over to him and told him to cry. Ron didn’t
believe in crying, so much even when his eyes were being sucked from his
sockets by icy cold snow worms. He then punched him three times, but held his
shoulder to make sure he didn’t fall back in the snow. Every time I punched my nephew,
the snow would rise and make arms to kill us. It could sense the anger, the
fear, the strees we both were experiencing. But I kept going. CRY DARN IT! YOU
WANNA DIE! I screamed at Ron. Finally,
Ron started to cry and the snow worms in his eyes started to liquefy.
The arms in the snow retracted back in to the ground. Except for one,
the arm zone in on us. It still felt Ron’s fear. And it was ready to
strike. It moved towards us like a
creature from a horror movie. The only horror was that nature was the creature.
Right before the snow arm could reach us, some bullets hit the arm. The arm
started to crack and brake up and fall back to the snowy ground. The bullets
came from Bob and Jim. Jim was so calm, like a true seals men. Bob was also
calm too like he has done this before, like he has had special training of some
The gust of wind from the snow then died down. We’re able to see and
hear Ranger barking, telling us where he was. That dog was starting to grow on
me a little. After the wind blew away, the sky and field became nothing but
white. It was a white calm wonderland, beautiful and peaceful as it should be.
But right below was our greatest and most deadliest enemy. The snow was waiting
for us to make a mistake, or a wrong move. We all walked very carefully towards
Ranger. Eric started to speak. I’m surprise the dog came with us in the first
place, it never leaves Stan. I’m shocked as to why the snow hasn’t gotten
Ranger and he has no coat or anything on to protect him, Eric states. Did you
forget Eric, the snow doesn’t kill live animals for some reason, and I told
him. If that’s true then why did the snow eat those dead rabbits you were
throwing outside to it in your attic, Bob replied with a smart tone. How you
knew I was throwing dead rabbits outside of my house, I replied back to him. I
saw you though the window, Bob said. Which window, Nancy’s room window, I
asked, right before you shot and killed her!
Okay that’s enough, Jim said. He didn’t kill Nancy. Then who did Jim,
tell me now, I asked! You said you were going to tell me when we got out here,
now we are out here! Jim had backed up and started to look down. WELL, I said
waiting for a response. I then proceeded to walk towards Jim and grab him by the
collar. ANSWER ME! I said with a loud and firm voice. Zimmery, you don’t want
to know, Jim replied. I told him very clearly that I did want to know other
wise I wouldn’t be asking him. Eric then stepped in and said it. Zim, Nancy
killed herself! I looked at Eric with fire in my eyes.
I was a little confused and insulted at Eric. I then went to him and
started to grab him by the collar. I grab Eric tightly by the collar. I looked
deep into his eyes with extreme intensity. I told him too look back at me. He
didn’t want to. But I shook him a little to force him to look at me. I wanted
Eric to see how stupid that sounded to me. How could Nancy kill herself with
three bullets in her chest? Not one, but three. Jim then told me to put Eric
down. I turned to Jim and pleaded with him to tell me the truth.
It angered me that they would hide this from me. I felt like they were
protecting this man, from something. How could they do that to me, too Nancy?
How could they protect this stranger in my house? What did he do to you all, I
asked Jim and Eric? I even got so desperate that I turned to Ron for help. But
Ron didn’t know anything. He was still trying to savor each moment of life that
he had just kept from that little snow experience. I looked at Bob hoping to
catch something from him. But he didn’t respond. Eric then tried to ask me if
we were going to continue the journey for Lane, so we can get back home. I told
Eric to zip it! It was his fault we’re out here in the first place! How is my
fault, Eric replied with a defensive tone? I told him that if he didn’t bring his
junkie girlfriend that is way to young for him anyway into my house, then Lane
wouldn’t have gotten out here. Eric started to get angry, and got all up in my
face. We soon all felt the snow tremble beneath us. It could sense our frustration,
our anger. I asked everybody to calm down. Bob then gave a smart remark on how
I’m asking everybody to relax when I’m the one getting everybody heated.
Ranger then barked some more, his bark brought me back to why I was
really out there. I was here to get my Lane back. And if she is still alive,
then I have to find her. I stepped out of Eric’s face and went on my way toward
the dog. We all followed him as Ranger continued to sniff and guide us to Lane.
As we continued onward, I started to question my trust in my own family
members. Why would Eric and Jim, do this? Why would they protect this man that
none of us like or hardly know? It didn’t make any sense to me at all. I was
more alert now then ever. More cautious as to what I was going to do, who these
so called family members I’m with. I guess I have to assume the worse. Maybe
Bob threaten them with something. But what, and why, what does Bob have that is
so scary that it would make Jim silent. Jim, who is a former navel officer,
what does Bob have that I don’t know? As we continued to walk, Ron noticed that
something was in the snow. Hey what’s this? Ron must have been recovering quite
quickly to notice something in the snow. He didn’t want to pick it up; I could
tell that he wasn’t even comfortable walking in the snow.
I went to go see what he was talking about. I then saw a chain in the
snow. It looked like something you put around your neck. It was a necklace.
Someone lost their necklace in the snow. All of a sudden Bob hurried and
grabbed the necklace before any of us could get a look at it. GIMME THAT! Bob
said. I didn’t care too much, but I wondered why he acted so funny over it. But
in my mind it was just a necklace, it didn’t mean anything to me that much. How
did you lose it, Eric asked him. It must have broken off when I was trying to
get my automatic semi off around my neck, Bob said. I want that weapon back
when this is over Bob, I told him. Bob rolled his eyes and kept on going.
I then asked Bob where he learned how to defend himself against the
snow like that. What Bob did was a military type of shooting. Bob said that he
learned it in a defense course. I asked what course. He told me he knew some
guys in the military, and that they taught him how to shoot when he was
younger. It was a way of protecting himself.
I didn’t know that much about Bob, Nancy never really broadcasted
it. All we knew was that Bob was also a
bum, and a redneck bum to say the least. He had no job, he was in construction
but he quit because of his boss. After that he moved in with Nancy, and has
been living off her for the longest. He was true white trailer trash. I mean
this guy even went to prison a few times while Nancy was dating him. Daphne and
I never could understand why Nancy loved this man, this nobody. That’s why I
was so shock when I found out that he could shoot so well. It was almost as
good as Jim and I am at shooting. As we continued to walk and let Ranger guide
us, Bob was making sure to cover and hide the necklace he had lost. It must
have been something very close to him. I wondered if it was something Nancy
gave him. Nancy gave Bob everything anyway, or maybe it was something he took
from Nancy, maybe even after he killed her. I won’t be surprised if he killed
Jamie too after the argument they had. I was in the attic with Jim. He might
have gone down there and did it then. He might also be the reason Lane is out
The walk the dog Ranger was given us seem like days. In fact I checked
my watch. We had been walking in the snow safely for at least 5 to 6 hours.
It’s funny how that works; as soon as I realize how long we had walked I
started to feel fatigue in this cold environment. This white and dead
environment was getting to me. I then told the others how long we had been
walking. As soon as I said it, I heard them starting to pant and gasp.
We had all been walking on adrenaline for the majority of the search. I
told them specifically that so that they would get tired. Just in case Bob or
the others might turn or do something I wouldn’t like. Then at least we would
all be on the same level. I knew Ron and Eric couldn’t hold up too long. But I
never suspected Ron. The only people that might give me a hard time even in our
fatigue state would be Jim and Bob. We
continued the walk until Ranger stopped and started to bark. Ranger must have
spotted something up ahead. Ranger then proceeded to dig in the snow. I had
believed he found something. But apart of me was hoping it wasn’t what I
thought it was. I hope my Lane is not down there. Ranger continued to dig, my
eyes got wider, wider, and I started to sweat a little, trying to keep my
composure. We all started to see something form out of the snow. It looked like
a boot. It looked like Lane’s boot. And it was to my everlasting horror it was
my little girl’s boot. Oh lord, exclaimed Eric. Jim just looked to the side,
and Ron looked as if he was about to explode with tears. I for myself started
to become enraged and incensed with anger!
This was a clue that my little girl was gone. The snow must have gotten
to her. But why was her boot off her foot I wondered trying to hang on to hope.
Maybe Lane didn’t put it on tight enough. Maybe some snow got in it or
something. But none of that mattered, it was over. I’m so sorry, Jim said. He urges
us that we should start to make it back to the house. But then a sound of hope
came upon my ear.
Ranger started to bark once more. Ranger then proceeded to dig again.
We then started to see, gloves, then a hat and a couple of goggles and two
coats. To my surprise I knew these clothes were not Lane’s. The only thing that
was Lane was the boot. I wondered where all these clothes came from. Who did
they belong to? Then out of nowhere, we heard a sound come from a distance. It
sounded like something was shooting. The sound got closer, and closer to us.
Then all of a sudden my eyes saw a giant net hit all six of us. Me, Jim, Eric,
Bob, Ron and Ranger, we were all trapped in this giant net. Some body has
captured us I thought. The net was solid strong. It was made of some kind of
alloy. We all hit the snow hard.
Next we all felt the snow try to come up and grab us. I told everyone
to relax. But Eric and Ron kept squirming. Only I, Jim and Bob and even the dog
Ranger kept cool. The snow was started to pick away at Eric and Ron. I could
only think that this was the end. And that we’re all going to die out here.
Then we heard gun shots come from a distance. The shots broke up the snow long
enough for Ron and Eric to get themselves together. Next we saw a group of men come
out of the cold. They had automatics as well. They looked at us. Then one of
the men gave a loud whistle to the others. Soon a group of the men started to
cut the net so that we can be freed. The asked what were we doing out here? We
told them we were looking for someone. They replied saying that they were
looking for someone too. There had to be at least 32 men in all. Four of them
introduce themselves to us. Their names were, Chris, Russell, Akin, and Devon.
Chris and Russell looked like they were white from what I could tell. Akin was
an Asian looking man, maybe from the Philippines. Then Devon was a tall dark
looking man. He had to be black. They said that they were looking for a group
of children, their children.
They had set up a point of return in some nearby woods across the snow
field. They invited us to come with them. We told them we found these clothes
in the snow buried deep. The four of them looked at each of the clothes. I had
already taken Lane’s boot. Devon took the gloves. He said the glove belonged to
his daughter Pam. Chris said that the hat we found, he gave to his son Johnny
along time ago. Russell said that the two goggles and the two coats belonged to
his twins, Alex and Alexis. Akin was the man in charge of the team that led
them all here. Who were you all looking for, Akin asked. I showed them the boot
from my daughter. I told them, I’m looking for my daughter Lane. They all
looked at each other with shock and amazement. Bob then leaned over and said “Well
at least you’re not the only free spirited parent out here” I didn’t like that
remark at all, but for some reason I did have my concerns. How did three men
lose their children out here? And how did all of their clothes get placed in
the same spot. Ranger then proceeds to dig deeper in the snow and find one last
thing. He had it in his mouth. I reached to pull it out of Rangers mouth. And
what we all saw horrified us. It was an ice carving of a snowman. Right there
we all knew what this was. The stories we heard on the news. The hundreds of
missing children and the grieving families that later found their dead bodies
after the weather cleared up. It was here in our town, in our city of Scranton.
This nation serial killer had come to us this season. The famous and vicious
child predator: The Snowman. The Snowman Predator at come to town.
I was enraged at what I saw, and also frighten. But this time this
sadistic killer had picked the wrong family to mess with.
A few hours later, we all had gathered in the woods near an electric
fire starter. Each of the dads ended up explaining how their children got lose
in the snow in the first place. Russell said that he let his twins Alexis and
Alex; go outside to get some wood from the back. He said that he and the twins would
do it every winter, so this season he figured it wouldn’t be an issue. Both
Alex and Alexis was 12 years old so Chris argued to his wife that he was old
enough. Devon stated that Pam was visiting her cousins. And then before
December 20th arrived, she was supposed to head back home. Devon
said that he never heard back from her cousins. The snowstorm came early so he
couldn’t communicate with them to see if she was alright. Chris said that his
son Johnny who was 13, was supposed to be flying back to the Bahamas for the
winter to continue his education. Since all schools close during the winter,
the children have to make up big time for it in the spring and summer.
In this day in age there is no summer break. At least not for 3 months,
it usually last for about 2 weeks. Some time in June or July, then the kids
goes back to school. When Chris said that he flies his son to “The Bahamas” to
continue school, right there you know what kind of person he was. To afford to
have a squad of men with a commander leading a rescue party for your children, Chris
was a part of the rare class known as the “Super Rich”. Akin must have been a
hired gun or something. But hey like my brother Carl use to say get an Asian on
our side and your bound to save the day. As we all talked I asked them how they
all manage to trace their children to the exact spot where the Snowman placed
their clothes. Devon said he had put a GPS in the Nitro coat he gave his
daughter. Chris and Russell knew each other somehow and their kids played together
all the time. Russell said he had hoped that Chris could help him. But then he
found out that Chris’s son was missing too.
Chris said that he hired Akin and his team to find their kids. And down
the road they ended up finding Devon and the three of them teamed up to search
for their children. They asked me how my child got out and how I was able to
find them. Obviously we had the dog Ranger lead us, I told them. I didn’t wanna
tell them about the two murdering in my own household. I did however tell them
how Lane supposedly got out. But I don’t think the story about Debra unlocking
the door was true. I didn’t have a good state of trust for Jim and Eric now,
since they are deceivingly trying to hide something from me.
Ranger was still barking and sniffing. It would appear that your dog is
trying to tell us something Devon said. Ranger was barking towards the north.
We didn’t know if they met that our children was still alive somewhere or not.
But Ranger was acting on the smell of the clothes. His sniffing could lead us
to the Snowman, Chris said. Do we really want to find him, Russell replied. I
cocked my gun and told them that I do. I hoped that Ranger’s barking was
implying that the children were indeed alive. Man I really do hope they’re okay
said Chris. My boy is out there with that manic. He screamed. Chris started to
break down, but he was put back on his feet by Devon. Devon started to tell him
how he feels about his baby girl out here too. I started to relate to Devon.
Even thought I just meant him a few hours ago, I feel this man knows what its
like to lose someone. I have lost many, even in this short period of time.
Russell on the other hand was more concerned about what is wife would
think if he didn’t get the twins back. Jim and Eric started to tell the three men
how this predator in the winter sort of operates. Jim tells them that there is
a good but slim chance that the children are alive. The Snowman cuts off the
limbs first to get his sick mental fantasies started. It’s a three step process
before the actually killing began. Devon then rose up on Jim and replied back
to him saying, so we should be comforted that before this psychopath kills my daughter,
he’s going to chop her hands and legs off and have his way with her? It’s that
what we should feel so good about, Devon replied. Jim tried to explain his
statement by saying that it’s not a good process either way but at least we
know their not dead yet. Besides we only found the clothes, we haven’t found
any body parts yet or any sign of a struggle.
Bob then jumps in and process to make a negative remark on how if we
even know their alive. The snow could have killed the children and the Snowman.
Why are we wasting our time out here? Devon then launched Bob up against a tree and
told him that we are out here because of my girl. No were out here because of
somebody’s stupidly that leads us out here to find someone that might be
already dead, Bob replied. YOU PIECE OF CRAP! I shouted a Bob. I got very hot
at Bob and I was ready to put him out of his misery. But then Akin stepped in
and broke the fight up. He and two of his men came between us. Calm down! One
of the men said. But Bob, Devon and I we’re still going at it. I didn’t care
what was going to happen. I just knew what I was going to make happen to Bob.
Calm down one of the men shouted again. But we just kept getting more and more
heated. Then one of Akin’s men tazed all three of us, we all fell to the
ground. CALM DOWN! The man shouted. And right there. One of Akin’s men was
devoured by the snow. The snow had got a whole of his lower half and started to
pull him in. He cried for help. We saw his hand get sucked into the snow. Then
the snow around us came alive. Our heated argument finally caught up with us.
The snow around us started to make arms, some with pointed ends.
The snow began to suck some of the men in the ground. While some of the
men where impaled in the chest by the pointed ends of the snow’s arms. Some
were grabbed and slapped around. We all started to run around like maniacs, shooting
at the snow, as it tried to devour us. Devon ran with me too the right of the
woods. The snow didn’t have to chase us. It would just grab us from the ground
up. Akin told all of us to try to gain higher ground, to try to get our feet off
the ground. Bob ran up a rock hill. We ended up losing Jim and Eric in the
commotion. I saw Ron try to run for it. But he fell into the snow, panting. I
tried to save him; I didn’t want Lateia losing her oldest child. But I couldn’t
reach him in time. The snow made an arm and latched on to Ron’s head completely
engulfing in it. NOOOO! I Shouted as I couldn’t believe my eyes. One of our
relatives dies right in front of me. The giant snow arm started to twirl Ron’s
body like a rag doll. Back and forward. Sucking off the fluids from his bone
marrow and all the heat he creates with every move of resistance he makes. I
couldn’t bear to stand and watch it. I went back in the snow trying to reach
But Devon grabbed me by the neck collar. No don’t, he said. I tried my
best too free myself from his strong grip. But then I saw the snow on the
ground open up like a pit with teeth that looked like icicles. I know that
there was no way that I could ever get Ron.
Ron’s body was pulled under the snow like a monster ready to feast on
his prey. It was a man-made buffet out there. I saw many men get pulled under
or taken by the tentacles of the snow. The snow made pits to trap them in so
they couldn’t escape. It was a sight not to see.
It got dark; it was night time with the moon was shining in the sky
like a blue beacon of light. The trees were calm as the night sky. But the snow
wasn’t quite. You could hear it eating and peeling away at the flesh of the men
it took under its vast and deep white field. You heard the men screaming and
crying in agony under the belly of the snow. Help, oh god... I heard faintly
under the snow. We sat in a tall tree above it. I saw that there were a few of
us left. It had to be at least 20 of us who made it into the trees above. I had
no idea where Jim and Eric were. I was in the tree hanging above with Devon,
looks like we made it out at the thin of our skin, said Devon. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I was still
thinking about Ron. What could I have done different to save him. Should I have
even brought him out here? All these thoughts started to tare through my head.
But it was too late. All of it meant nothing. I started to feel like my head
was about to explode all over Devon.
My daughter has been kidnapped by some psycho killer. Two of my in laws
our dead in my house, and my family is hiding the truth from me. Ron, Latiea’s
boy is dead, along with her sister Jamie. My wife Daphne maybe out there dead
too or having an affair, and to top it all off, we our out here in the snow
hanging in a tree. Wondering if we’re ever going to get from down here without
the snow eating us, I know that’s what’s going through everyone’s mind. Devon tried to cheer me up with encouraging
words of how we’re going to get out of here. I saw Akin, climbing from tree to
tree. He tried to tell us to move from the trees and head to the ones on the
north side. Is he crazy, said Devon? Does he expect us to hang and swing from a
tree like a monkey, Devon continued. Then someone replied, Well isn’t that what
yo people are? Who said that, Devon replied? I looked and saw it was Bob who
made that racist comment.
Hey watch your month Robert, I said to Bob. Don’t tell me what to do,
Bob said. We’re in the middle of nowhere in the snow ready to be ripped apart
by it and it’s your entire fault. Bob started to turn his attention toward
Devon. Telling him how irresponsible of a father he his and how me, him and the
others are so stupid. If we wasn’t out here you wouldn’t be alive, Devon told
Bob. Then me and Devon spotted the tree that Bob was one was moving. I tried to
tell Bob what was happening to the tree that he was on, but he didn’t want to
listen. The tree branch began to move towards him from the back, as if it was
ready to perform a sneak attack on Bob. I tried to tell Bob once more that the
tree was ready to attack him, but he still refuse to listen. Then Devon shot a
bullet at the tree branch to shut Bob up. HEY GET OFF THE DARN TREE IT’S MOVING
YOU IDIOT! Devon shouted. The tree then knocked Bob of its branch. Bob then
fell into another branch that didn’t move. I realized that the tree that Bob
was on had a lot of frost on it. And since anything solid cold, like the snow
and ice can come to life. The frost and snow formed on the tree branches began
to move. The snow and ice could manipulate the tree through the frost on it.
We then knew why Akin told everybody to move to the trees to the north.
They had less frost on it. So we did. But we had to do it quickly but calmly.
If we got too emotional like Bob did, then the trees would kill us. We with our
40 year old bodies started to swing to the next batch of trees to the north.
The trees tried to grab some of us and pull us down so that we could fall in
the snow and be eating. Some of the men were pulled down by the tree branches
and taken by the snow. Some of the men couldn’t hang on long enough, or they
got too fearful and the branch pulled them down. Some of them slipped off
because of the frost on the tree. I heard men falling down to their death, screaming
in horror, some where calling on the name of Jesus to save them. Some cursed
like a sailor all the way down. Akin was the most flexible and the most agile.
I don’t want to sound stereotypical but it was true what my brother said about
Asians. Have one of them on your side and you’re bound to win. Akin then
position himself on a tall oak tree to the north of the woods. He took out a
sniper rifle out of his back pack. He then stared to shoot rounds at the tree
branches that were trying to grab us. Akin even fired on some of the men that
fell or were falling into the snow, so as to prevent them from experiencing a
worse death by the snow.
I and Devon were swinging from tree to tree as best as we can. We both
saw Bob on a tree branch with not frost on it. He was calling for help. Hold on
man we trying to save ourselves, Devon replied. I saw a string of frost and ice
forming and crawling to the branch that Bob was on. It must have since Bob’s
heat from a distance. Hey Bob, watch out, I shouted! Bob look over his legs and
saw the ice heading towards him climbing onto the branch he fell on. Bob then
took out his gun and started to shoot at the ice. It worked; it prevented the
ice from getting to him for the moment. I saw one of the men grab on to a tree.
But the ice was climbing on the tree trunk to get him. I tried to warn the man
but he couldn’t hear me.
The ice grabbed his hand and instantly frost bit him. Then the man started
to scream very loudly. His hand had turned black and blood started to ooze out
of it. Then the tree became frosted up, and it leaned towards a snow bank. That
bank then turned into a large month looking thing, and a long string of ice
that looked similar to a tongue came out of it and grabbed the man.
Then Devon’s foot got caught in a tree branch. AHH IM STUCK! Devon
screamed. I saw the ice heading towards his foot. I tried to grab his hand. But
his foot was snagged onto the branch pretty good. I told him to hang on. Devon
shouted that he couldn’t go anywhere anyway. The ice got closer and closer to
his boot ready to frost bite it. I kept pulling at the branch but it was too
strong. Then a bullet went through Devon’s foot. Devon screamed in agony! But
the shot released his foot from the branch. The ice began to absorb and fed on
the blood left on the branch by the gun shot. I looked down and saw that it was
Bob who shot the bullet. We all saw a near by cave and tried to swing to it as
fast as we could. But Devon was shot so he couldn’t move. So I took a risk and
kicked him towards the cave, hoping he would make it far enough to craw in it.
Devon flew towards the cave. His body barely made to it. He started to crawl in
as the snow tried to chase him in there.
I then proceed to jump towards the cave myself and shoot the snow on my
way down. It was a hard fall that almost split by leg in two. But I made it. I
picked up Devon and we both ran in. The deeper we went the moister and darker
it got. The snow couldn’t chase us this deep, for it would dissolve into liquid
and be no threat. This mysterious cave
is the only thing that saved our lives, at least for the time being. I and
Devon heard some of the other men found their way in the cave from another
entrance. Hey you hurt, one of the men said. It was Chris and a few of his men.
I told him that Devon had been shot. By whom Chris asked. I heard somebody
screaming and shooting getting closer to us. We all grabbed our guns and were
prepared to fire. But when we saw who it was, all expect me put their guns
down. It was Bob running in the snow like mad man. It’s me I’m okay, said Bob.
That’s the problem, I told him. I didn’t lower my gun. This was the man
who may have been responsible for me and my daughter being out here in this
frozen nightmare anyway. Chris asked if I could lower my weapon. But I didn’t responded.
If you guys got some issues to work out, then settle it when we all get the
heck out of her, Devon said. He shot you Devon, I said. Yes, but it saved my
life didn’t it, he replied back. I couldn’t just shoot Bob at point blank
range. I didn’t have the proof that he did kill Nancy and or Jamie. But I knew
that if I let him live long enough then the truth will come out, especially in
this environment, in this white death trap. All of us are inside a cave as the
night grows darker; we all hear the sound of the cold wind coming from the
entrance. Something told me that we were going to be here for a while. I didn’t
mind, I needed the rest. But a part of me felt that in this cave was more this
just us men looking to save our children. I had a feeling that there was
something in this cave that we needed to be saved from.
It maybe I'm being paranoid, but sometimes being paranoid can keep you
sane enough to say alive.
Hello, all you visit this page. Yeah for those that are interested in the next chapter of Winter. I have forewarn you that the next post will in the afternoon today. I have some important things to do this mourning. But I assure you it will be up before the end of the day.
Also since the Saturday is coming. I will be using that time to tell you about my weekend. It might not be something that you may think is interesting. But trust me life my is full of surprises. Why do you think I can write this crazy book right.
A few weeks passed, December 20th was around the blasted
corner, and it became clear to me that this was going be a cold winter. We all
began to pack up our fall gear and unpack the winter gear. The snow was going
back and forth fighting with the fall season. If you ever experience the
winters like the ones we have, you would start to think of the falls as your
friend. You view the fall trying to hold back the old man in the blue frosty
coat, from peeling his way into your lives for three to four months. My son, Zach
and Micky starts to get the fire wood ready and Daphne got the forms for the
HAR insurance ready to sign and take to the agency. My little girl Lane still excited
as ever as we all scramble for the coming storm. Richard continues to do
research on the winters in America and why we act so crazy about it. But I also
began to catch the eye peeking he keeps on giving my wife Daphne. As thought he
was trying to check her out, but at the same time being sneaky with it. He
would glance at her for five seconds and then back at his android phone for another
ten seconds. Of course this wouldn’t be the first time somebody looked at my
wife like that. But they were never this close to her. But the strange part is
my wife’s reaction.
You see when you’re in war you tend to catch certain things, and also
when you’ve been married to the same women for the last twenty years. Like I
notice how my wife doesn’t move around that much. You see, my wife can’t stand
to sit in one spot for a long period of time. I mean the dinners we had with
people was a disaster, because she would never stay still. Even though, that’s
what I like about her in some weird way. And especially during the winter
months, she would always be a busy bee. She was always moving around trying to
get things done and prepped. But not this time, this time she was still, sitting
down and crossing her legs in a way that somebody could notice her. She did
that a lot when we were younger, when ever she would try to get my attention.
And it would work every time. But this time it was different. You see I was standing
on the opposite side of her legs. Her head was turned looking away from me. As
if she was in deep thought filling out the HAR insurance forms. But she was
really trying to get someone’s attention. Not mind, but his. Old Dick here,
he’ll be staying with us until next week. Next week is when his flight leaves
to go back to the outback.
It was disturbing me a little but I figured he would be gone. Daphne
began to talk on the phone to the insurance agency about getting the free heat
and hot water from the government’s super generators. It’s a prevision the
government gives to us when the winter comes. But you have to have gotten a
pretty good tax return to get it. I tell you, even in times like this, they
still try to get money from you. Even when they stay it’s suppose to be free.
Anyway, Daphne tells me to go to the agency and take the forms to the HAR
providers. I for one refuse for the simple fact that we can just email the
forms online. But Daphne insists that I go to the agency and also pick up a few
things while I’m down there. I tell her okay but we need to talk in private
later. She brushes me off and goes upstairs to the bedroom. I look at Dick, and
he is still on his phone. I ask myself, is it so hard to find out info about
the weather that’s about to hit us? But as I got a closer look at his hands, I
realized he‘s typing something. Or better yet he’s texting. Is he texting his
family back at home, or someone else he knows. Or is he writing an email? Hey
Richard come with me to the agency, I gotta take these forms to them. Richard
gets up still texting. I tell my boys to come with us. Since were going to have
to get some salt and auxiliary heaters. My little girl Lane comes running down
the stairs asking if she can come too.
At first I was hesitant if I should bring her, but I figured why not.
We were all going to be stuck in the cold for three months. I told her to get
her coat and come on. She ran back upstairs like a NASCAR driver ready to burn
some rubber. You have a nice family, says Dick. Yes I do, I replied back to
him. Dick’s phone starts to go off like a ringing bomb. It was as if a thousand text messages where
coming his way. Looks like you’re pretty popular, I said. Yeah I guess I’m mate,
he said. My boys grab their coats and hats. They come rushing into the garage
with the keys to the truck. Ow now wait a minute where do you think you both
are going, I asked them.
Mom wants us to get some things from the store across the bridge, says
Zach. They really wanted to go driving, using my old truck I promised them when
they got their licenses. Come on Dad, it’s not winter yet, we’ll be back before
you know it. I didn’t trust my boys with the truck in this weather. But they
were both in their late teens ready to become men. So I guess they would have
to grow up eventually. Oh come on mate, this weather will teach them character,
says Dick. Dick’s phone still continues to blow up with text messages. I said
okay but get what you have to get and come straight home, I told them. They
jumped for joy and ran into the truck. Keep those seat belts on at all time
boys no funny stuff. My sons backed out of the driveway and went to the store
across the bridge. Me, Dick and Lane all got inside my SUV and drove to the
agency. But before I got too far I saw my wife look out of our bedroom window,
staring at me with that same glare from a few weeks back.
I continued to wonder about that
glare for the whole duration of the ride. As we drove to the store, I started
to ask Dick how the conversation with my wife was when they first met. I began
to look at Dick’s face closely to see any signs for falsehood in it. He told me
it was a good conversation, and how he was proud to have a friend like me in
the Marines and how close we stuck together and what not. See Dick here was
imported to the U. S because he worked with the government on the Somalia conflict before. That’s how me and him met.
He said he wanted to come to America and just spend some time here for vacation.
I had invited him to come along when we made it back home. Now I don’t judge
men on their appearance, but I have to tell you Dick was a guy that you can see
a woman fall for. I mean when we were in Somalia the African women there loved
the way he looked. He’s around my age in his mid to late forties. But I guess
he had some pretty good genes. Plus he was single, never married with any kids.
I asked him about his texting stalker on his phone. He just started to
laugh, but he never replied back to me. I got a little annoyed. See I have a
problem with people not answering me when I ask them something. Especially, when
the question I ask them to a degree involves my wife. I asked him again, he
said that it was a business partner he was talking to and that he was sending
him a lot of info about the project coming up in the summer. What project I
asked him? He tried to brush it off as if the project wasn’t really about anything.
Or that it was top secret, but I really didn’t care. My daughter Lane was constantly
looking at his phone, as if she was amazed at its complexity. I proceed to turn
on the GPS tracker on my old truck to see how the boys were doing. It showed
that they were indeed at the store. I felt a little more at ease.
We arrived at the agency, standing in line with a bunch of other
people. Some where mad that they couldn’t qualify for the free heat and hot
water. Some were dancing with joy. I for one was still thinking about Daphne.
After I sat down with the agent, I got distracted by Dick still texting on his
phone. I had wondered if he was texting my Daphne. But then again how could he
have possibly gotten the number. And even if he did, why would Daphne continue
to talk to him. I mean both my wife and Dick just met like a few weeks ago. They
couldn’t have had that much to talk about back and forth. The agent tried to
get my attention on the forms. I looked back at the forms and sign on the
dotted line. Usually Daphne handles these kinds of affairs, so I trusted that
she did what the forms said and I signed for her. My mom always told me to
check everything, even if it’s the person you love. But I didn’t think about
double checking the forms. I was however concern about my marriage, afraid that
it was going to be as cold and dead as this winter coming up.
After we left from the insurance agency, Dick wanted me to do something
for him. Something that was very odd and just out of nowhere in my personal
He asked me to drop him off at the
Starwood Hotel. I thought you were going to say with us for a while longer until
your flight comes next week? That’s what I said to him. But he said that he
didn’t want to be a burden anymore. And he figured that it would be better for
me also, since I wanted to spend some personal time with my family. Well I
thought that was considerable. But also I wondered if Dick was trying to double
coin me. You know, act like it was better for me when it was really better for
him. Better, as in him cheating with my wife. But I don’t refuse a grown man’s
request. But maybe Dick was trying to do the right thing. Maybe he knows how I
feel about this. With him staying in my house and a wife that won’t speak to
me. Maybe he knows that. And how can he and my wife just up and have affair
together if they never met before?
I said okay and drove him to the hotel. Dick had put most of his
clothes in the SUV. He was going to stay with us for a few more nights then
head back to the airport. He didn’t leave anything at the house. He still had
his duffel bag with all his stuff in it. But I guess this was his plan from the
jump. Maybe, I don’t know. We walked in the Starwood Hotel. And I and my
daughter Lane accompanied him to the check in desk. Dick’s phone went off
again. But this time the phone fell out of his pocket. He didn’t feel it. I saw
Lane pick it up and proceed to give it back to him. But she was also looking at
the screen at the same time she was giving it back. Hey Mr. Dick I think this
person who you were talking too was wondering if you were here at the hotel yet.
Dick turned around looking startled. What person, he asked Lane.
The person name Wondergirl 45 on the Facebook page of your phone.
Dick’s eyes got wide and his eyes pierced at my eyes. But only for a split
second, did he look at me. As if to see if I knew the username my daughter Lane
had mentioned. Uh thanks Lane, well its being a pleasure Zim. Dick hurried to
grab his key card and he began to head to the elevator. I stopped him in his
tracks. He looked at me with striking fear in his eyes. But I couldn’t tell if
it was what I thought it was the whole time. But with those eyes, I didn’t need
an explanation. But I and he were like brothers after that war. Dick stuck with
me through every bullet hole I took. Every fire fight we had in the jungles for
Somalia. I couldn’t prove it; I couldn’t prove if it was true. Dick, and my
wife Daphne having affair, or ready to have affair. So I declared him innocent,
until proving guilty. I hugged him tightly letting him know how much I cared
for him. Goodbye Mate, I said to him. He laughed a little and gave me the
goodbye we both deserved. He gave my little girl Lane a rub on the head and he
took off. But even as he left I still wondered.
I took Lane into my arms and began to head back to the car. Now on the
return journey back to my house, I begin to track my sons again. They were
still at the store. I wondered what was taking them so long. We had been gone
for like three hours. And the store was not that far from the house. I started
to call them. But I figured that the boys didn’t know a thing about grocery
shopping. And let’s face it, either do I. So I figured it might be a while
before they got home. Lane started to ask me some questions. Like what’s the
snow like in the winter. Why can’t we play in it and stuff? I told you sweetie,
the snow won’t like it. But why, she asked. Is the snow mad at you or something
daddy? I chuckled a little. No honey it’s not mad at me. Then in my head I
thought to myself. It’s just mad at everybody.
As we got closer to the house I asked Lane how it was, living in Mexico
with her mom. I had Lane with another woman from a previous relationship. Its
fine she said with no expression in her face. I then asked her, is mommy
treating you right over their? She said yeah. I can tell Lane didn’t like living
over there because she didn’t talk about it too much. In the part of Mexico
Lane lives in, it’s hot and dangerous. It’s Dangerous with all the drugs and
stuff being shipped back and forth. She then asked me about the story between
the man with the fancy car trying to escape the police and the drug dealers. I
asked her what story you know about drug dealers. Especially at her age, but then again she
lives in Mexico with one. She said it’s called Boighni or boogatyee. She was
misspelling the name of the story. But I never read it so I don’t know either.
I loved talking to her, and she loved talking to me. I guess the only good
thing about this winter coming up. Is that we get to spend it together. I get
to spent it with my precious sweet heart Lane.
As we arrived at the house, I picked up my Lane from the ground. I
brought her into the house. She looked as though she was tired. So I took her to
her Barbie based bedroom and put her to bed. Lane didn’t like naps so I would
trick her into telling her that she didn’t have to go to sleep. Just lie down
and rest your eyes, I said to her softly. She listened and rested those little
eyes lying down comfortably. Eventually she would fall to sleep, and it would
work every time. I exited Lane’s room looking for my wife Daphne. She was in
our bedroom texting away. Those thoughts of insecurity started to rear its ugly
head again. I tried to relieve all the anxieties I felt by throwing some playful
banner towards her. I jumped on the bed that she was laying on and started to
kiss her and touch her. I tried to make her feel that I’ve been wanting too be
with her for a very long time. But she was not responding to my advances.
Instead she threw me off of her like a rag doll. I took it as she didn’t want
to be bothered. So I tried to take things a little slower with her. I started
to give her a massage, hoping to relive some of the stress she felt. But she
was still as tense as a stubborn bull. In fact she got tenser and tighter
around the shoulders and neck.
I didn’t like the vibe I was getting from her. So I just stop asked
“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM” in a nice way obviously. She screamed at me. “YOU” We
both started to get into a shouting match to see who can scream the loudest.
But then I thought about Lane. How she would be disturbed by all the screaming
and shouting. Or worse, she would actually be listening to me and her step-mom
scream at each other. She would probably think that being here with us is no
different then being at home in Mexico. This experience would remind her of the
relationship I and her biological mother had. So I tried to calm Daphne down.
But Daphne just kept getting louder and louder. She kept screaming of how bad
of a husband I was. How I was never here and there for her, always working, and
how I was always putting duty over her and her needs. She started to scream
about how she felt neglected with no phone calls from me during the war in
Africa. How she had to raise the boys and my daughter from another mother by
How she would have to avoid advances from other men. Because when ever
she went out somewhere, she was alone. She would tell them that she was married.
But the guys would never see me, her husband with her. All she had to prove it
was an empty wedding ring. I realized what she was saying was true, and how
important this whole situation was to her. But I encouraged her to lower her
voice as to not to disturb Lane. But she just kept getting louder and louder.
Daphne never acted this way towards me before and it was started to bug me a
lot. I started to wonder if I truly did something wrong. But I couldn’t just
let her keep on screaming so loud. I told her one last time to stop. But she
continued to raise her voice. Telling me how the child of a drug dealing whore
was more important to me then the children me and her had together.
All of a sudden I saw Daphne fall to the ground hitting her head
against the lamp stand. I asked her if she was alright as I rushed to her aid.
“DON’T TOUCH ME YOU MONSTER” she screamed. I told her that she needs to calm
down. I thought that her over shouting attitude was what caused her to fall in
the first place. But it wasn’t. She ran down stairs to get her coat. She began
to cry trying to hold her tears in. I saw that she had a bruise on her left
cheek. Who hurt you, I asked. She looked at me with such a confused and dreaded
look. She proceeded to get in her car and drive off. But I couldn’t just let
her leave without her answering my question. I asked her again, who hurt you!
She told me that I was a psycho and that I needed to go back to that crazy
place in Africa where I belonged. She sped off almost ripping my fingers apart,
for I didn’t’ get a chance to let go of the door. I still wondered why she fell
and why that bruise was on her face. I went back inside. I then started to feel
a sting on my right hand, like I had hit something hard. I looked at my hand.
And then it all came to me that the bruise and her falling down came from me
hitting her. I didn’t remember doing it. I started to think about the war in Somalia.
How I would get so mad at something or somebody, that I would do something irrational.
Like shoot an entire platoon of Somalian freedom fighters. Or punch a senior
officer in the face because of some smart remark he said. I never remembered
doing those things until a few minutes after I did it. The doctor said it was a
delayed rage blackout. And that I needed to keep my anger in check.
War makes you do crazy things, but also having an abusive father can
make you do crazy things too. I went back up stairs to check up on my Lane. I
heard a thump in her room. Almost like somebody was trying to run away from
something. I opened the door and saw her in bed lying down. I thought to myself
that she didn’t hear what was said. I looked at her sleeping soundly. As I was
ready to leave her room, I look at the mirror on the side of her bed. It was a
big mirror. You can practically see everything in it. And I saw her in it too,
and the way it was positioned I was able to see her face. I noticed that she
was not sound asleep. She was very much awake. She had a look of fear in her
eyes. I then knew she heard everything that had happened. I think she even
heard me hit her step-mom. I started to go towards her to comfort her. But every
step I took towards her bed, she squeezed tighter and tighter to her white big
teddy bear. As if she was afraid of me. I felt distraught at my heart that I
allowed this to happen. I proceeded to close the door and her grip on the bear
lessens with every inch of the door closing.
I stopped for a minute to reflect on what had happened. My wife Daphne
is gone and my Lane is scared of me. I went to the couch to lay my head down
and just rest. Now before I could, I ended up checking my voice-mail to see if
there were any calls. I had like 10 voice-mails. I checked each one. Nine of
them were of my family members. Jimbo, Nancy, Jamie, Eric and Stacy, they had
all called me asking if they and their families could say at my house. I didn’t
understand why. I continued to listen to the messages. I heard that each and
every last one of them didn’t qualify for the HAR insurance heat and hot water
services that the government gives to us every winter. I couldn’t believe it!
This had never happened before. But the economy had never fully recovered
anyway. Not to mention this winter might be the worst we had in years. So the
HAR providers may be a lot stricter then before. I texted each of the family
heads and told them yes, but to bring heaters and everything that they would
need for the next three to four months.
We have a large house with plenty of space. So people can lie down in
different rooms. Jimbo was by himself. His children lived with their mom in Texas.
Stacy was Jim’s half sister and she had a son name Stan and a dog named Ranger.
Stan was around Lane’s age. Jamie was a black woman that married my dead
brother Carl Mac. She had two sisters named Latoya and Lateia. Lateia had three
kids name, Peter, Ron and Aliesa. Eric my brother in law had a twenty three
year old girlfriend name Debra. And then there was my sister in law Nancy with
her boyfriend Bob. Lord I hope Bob doesn’t come over, I thought to myself. They
all wanted to say with us for the winter. When winter comes, it’s pretty much every
man for themselves but in this cast I’ll make an exception. We had the space,
so we could afford to do it.
The next voice-mail came from Lane’s mom back in Mexico. I didn’t want
to listen to that message. Reason being was because of who she is and what she
wanted. She knew I had money. She knew it and her drug dealing boyfriend Mario
knew it too. I didn’t want to think about those two cokeheads today. I already have
too much on my plate. I then rested my head on the sofa. I dazed out of reality
and into my sleep right away. I started to feel good that I could get some good
sleep. But the stress from my wife and Lane was still heavy on my mind. In fact
it was so heavy that I had a dream about them. I dreamed I was back in Somalia
fighting the terrorists there. I dreamed my Lane was held hostage. I dreamed
that my friend Dick wasn’t there to have my back, because he was with my wife
having an affair. I dreamed the snow coming down on us in the middle of
nowhere. I dreamed of the soldiers trying to take cover. I dream of the sergeant screaming over and
over again. “STAY AWAY FROM THE SNOW, STAY AWAY FROM THE SNOW”I dreamed that my
daughter was killed and devoured by a large man with white hair. I woke up from
the dream, frightened, sweated and with really bad chest pain.
I felt like seconds passed but really a few hours passed. I got up to
use the bathroom. As I took my time on the toilet I looked out the window
across the hall. I flushed the toilet washed my hands and began to walk towards
the window. I saw the snow, and it was coming down hard and fast. My heart
raced like a man running from the cops. Oh no, I thought. It’s was too early,
too early for the snow. I turned on the news and saw right away that the snow
was coming early. Yes winter was coming early. I noticed that neither my wife
nor my boys were back. I called all three of their cell phones as fast as I
could. I told them to head back home right away. I called, I text, I did
everything I could to communicate to them.
Next I heard a ringing of my bell. I rushed to the door hoping that it
was my boys and Daphne. But it wasn’t. It was every body else. Jim, Stacy,
Eric, Jamie, Lateia, Peter, Ron, Aliesa, Stan, The Dog called Ranger, Debra,
Nancy and yes even Bob! They had all come, rushing in the house with their coats
I told them to get all of the snow off of them. Relax Zimmery, Bob
said. The snow’s only is a threat when there’s a lot of it in one place. I
noticed that Bob had a slight bruise on his leg. If that was so true then way
do you have that frost bitten mark on our leg I asked him? I shut the door as
fast as I could. The whole family came in talking and asking questions. Man the
snow is coming down hard and fast said Jim. And it’s early too, Stan replied. I
looked at Nancy, my wife’s sister. She had a mark on her head, as if something
had hit her. I whispered in her ear, Are you alright? She said yeah, why you ask? She started to cover the mark on her head with
her hair. I looked at Bob, and he looked at me. We both knew what was going on.
Next, my sweetie Lane came down the stairs. She was rubbing her eyes
trying to get the sleep out. Stacy introduced her to Stan and the big dog
Ranger. Stan was a little bald headed black boy with big eyes and a huge smile.
Stacy had adopted him when he was a baby. He loved him some Spiderman, because
he always had Spiderman gear on. His dog Ranger was a big husky. It had these
blue eyes of passion and zeal in it. Where ever Stan went, the dog went with
him. Ron, Peter and Aliesa were around my boys “Zach and Micky’s” age. They
were standoffish, to themselves. They would only talk to each other. As
everybody got situated I called my immediate family again. Jim, Eric and Nancy
asked if Daphne and the boys were here. I got very worried. I’m trying to call
them but no one is picking up. Bob then asked if Dick was here. I could tell he
wanted to settle the argument they had earlier.
After a while, I got a call from my boys. Hey dad, they both said over
the phone. My sons, where are you? Jim told everyone to be quiet so I could
hear them. Their signal was breaking up do to the intense storm coming. They
said that they were in the store but wasn’t allowed to leave. They said the
customers would have to shack up there for the mean time. The government hopes
that the snow would die down long enough for some people to go home. But from
the look of outside I don’t think that wasn’t going to happen. Just as I was
talking to my boys the phone service cut off. What? Hello HELLO! I shouted. The
government had cut off all digital services. See when the winter comes all
electronic devices and services shut down for the winter. But it wasn’t winter
yet not for another week. Hey Zim, they will be alright, Jim said. No it’s not
alright how could they just shut everything down before the deadline, Nancy
replied. The snow is coming down hard
they have too, Eric replies.
The whole family started to talk about the government and how they
screw with everything. The kids continue to play with each other. And the white
husky dog known as Ranger looked at everybody like their stupid. I realized
that I too was looking at everybody stupid like the dog was. But at the same
time, I thought about my boys Zach and Micky and most of all, my beautiful wife
Daphne. Was she out there in the dangerous wet snow that was ready to put us
all in caves for another winter? Or did she make it inside a shelter somewhere.
And if she did, which shelter. Did she
make it to the shelter for the homeless and bystanders, or the shelter for the
hotel guest? The hotel guest who goes to have affair with a man who thought you
could depend on?
I wondered that for the whole time. But it didn’t matter. Lane walks up
to me as the family is still at it getting louder and louder. I started to
regret that they came here. Lane tugs at my pants leg.
She looks at me with those big beautiful cute eyes. She asked, Daddy
can me, Stan and Ranger play in the snow?
I told her no before but I guess with her new friends here, she thought
that would make a difference. I said no sweetie you’ll can’t. She said because
the snow is mad at everybody? Yes Lane because the snow is mad at everybody.
Then she said, is step mama mad at everybody like the snow is daddy. I looked
outside for a minute and saw the snow storm come in. I saw the news broadcast and
the prime time stations go off; I saw the gas stations, the stores, the phones
all go out. I saw the lights go out. The family grew quiet. It became dark fast
outside. And you heard nothing but the wind. You saw nothing but the blackness
of the night sky and the whiteness of the snow piling up sealing us in. I
looked at Lane, I looked at everybody. They all looked at me. And I said to
her, no sweetie step mama is not mad at everybody like the snow is. She’s just
mad at me. Right then and there it was apparent. There was nothing we could do
anymore. The United States of America had shut down for the season. December 20th
was just another date for the season. For winter had made up its mind. Winter
had come early. Winter had come now.