Wild storms, the sound of ice skates cutting across an empty pond, and blankets of soft, white, beautiful death.
In the dark depths of winter, it is frighteningly simple to become isolated as snow obscures landmarks and drifts create claustrophobic conditions that leave you huddled in your house, struggling to keep warm . . . and, perhaps, to ignore the message scrawled in the frost on the window.
Within these pages, you’ll discover eerie tales of long ago ghosts stretching frost-bitten fingers into the present, unexplained footprints in the snow, screaming madness, and icy cold sanity.
