Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24996913-20150302110545

Another weird one for me. Once again, I got this idea because I live in Indiana, and it's snowing pretty heavy here. In fact, tonight I saw something relatively eerie like this as well (though I'm sure it was a snow covered mailbox) haha. Enjoy.

In Indiana, the weather is a bit unpredictable. In the winter, you will have temperatures of fifty degrees one day, and the day immediately after would be fifteen below.

Because of this weather, us Hoosiers aren't at all surprised when a blizzard storms in. Most people walking down the streets of Indiana do not need heavy coats, gloves, and hats. We are at ease with the same weather everyone else around the globe are intimidated by. I guess you could call us adapters.

Yesterday was one of those sunny days here. The breeze of the wind was chilly, but not cold enough to make anyone here shiver. The sun was hot on my skin, warming me just enough not to be uncomfortably cold. The weatherman suggested the weather would take a dramatic turn the next day, so I was apt to get all of my chores done before the snow invaded the streets.

I easily completed each task: fill my tank (so the gasoline wouldn't freeze over the next day), restock my fridge (so that I wouldn't starve in case we got snowed in again), and buy a few other items to occupy my restless girlfriend in case she felt like talking my ears off the entire weekend. With everything checked off of my list, I decided to drive over to see my favorite cousin, Dylan, as the sun began to rest along the horizon. As usual, Dylan and I watched a football game, being that it was Sunday, and drank all of the beer in the fridge.

After a successful night of betting, yelling, and drinking, Dylan insisted I was too drunk to drive home alone.

"Dude, you're fucking wasted. I don't want Lily coming after me if your slurring ass gets into a wreck. I'll take you home, man," he said.

Without any objections, I agreed to his offer and wobbled after him toting my groceries as he headed towards the garage. Once inside of his pride and joy Chevy, Dylan backed out of the garage and let out a deep sigh.

"Shit, I guess the storm came early," he said, looking in his rear-view mirror.

Slowly, I turned to see at least six inches of snow littering the streets and grass.

"Fuck, I hope we don't get snowed in again," I said, shaking my head that already felt too heavy to hold up.

Dylan simply laughed and drove off in the direction of my house. The drive was as usual as any of the countless times Dylan drove me home. We listened to Vince Gill, Dylan hummed throughout each song, and I stared out of the window at the layering snow. Unlike the usual drive, something caught my eye.

As we passed a yellow, ranch styled house, what I believed to be a snowman grabbed my attention. Being that I was a kid at heart, I had always enjoyed the sight of a well made snowman. Something about winter always roused me, awakening a fuzzy feeling I one day aspired to awaken in my future children. Though the cold was harsh at times, and accidents were bound to happen because of the weather, I had no problem adapting to its negatives in order to retain its perks.

But, all of those joyous thoughts came to an abrupt stop.

Though I had excitedly stared out of the window seconds prior, I quickly realized that what I thought I was observing was not as expected once I pushed my face against the window to get a better look. It was no snowman. It was much too late for any child to be awake to build it, and it wasn't built like any snowman I had ever seen. It was short, about two feet tall atop the growing snow, and relatively the width of an average man.

The strange scenario seemed to happen in slow motion as we passed by the house, and the moment our bodies were parallel, the things head turned in my direction. Though I couldn't make out its face, something about it sent chills down my spine. Almost instinctively, I turned away, gazing in the direction of my cousin with wide eyes.

"Did you fucking see that?!" I shouted.

Dylan glanced over at me, his face displaying his routine stoic expression.

"See what?" He asked, "and next time don't fucking yell like that, dude. You scared the shit outta me."

I shook my head, chalking the whole ordeal up to be a drunken hallucination.

"Never-mind. It was just a snowman," I said, settling into my seat as we approached my street.

Dylan shrugged before making a left turn into my driveway. As predicted, my girlfriend neglected to shovel the driveway, making the ride up to the house a rough one.

"You good to walk in alone?" Dylan questioned, as he parked behind Lily's car.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and nodded.

"I'm good, cuz. Be careful going back home, alright?" I said, giving out a quick hug before exiting the truck.

I watched on as Dylan backed up, his car gliding through the snow as roughly as it had when he pulled in. I waved one last goodbye before he disappeared down the road, and I quickly made my way inside. As usual, Lily left every light on in the house, although I was certain she was asleep. Though I was drunk, I turned out every light before making my way towards the bathroom.

On my way there, out of the window at the end of the hallway, I saw something standing directly outside. It was still, small, and almost indistinguishable from the snow. Immediately, I thought of the thing I saw down the road, and the thought of something following me home was unnerving to say the least. Before I could react, Lily walked out of our bedroom, startling me as her body blocked the sight of the thing outside.

"Where were you?" She questioned, rubbing her eyes.

She flicked on the hallway light, causing my eyes to burn slightly.

"Dylan's. He drove me home, again. He didn't want you to chew him out like last time," I said, smirking.

Lily nodded like she had accomplished some feat.

"He's a good boy," she said, tilting her head as she scanned over me, "is something wrong?"

I shook my head, simultaneously attempting to peak around her and through the window.

"You look scared, Danny. What is it?" She questioned, following my gaze.

Almost immediately, a gasp resonated throughout the hallway, and the sound of shattering glass invaded the house. Once again, it all seemed to happen in slow motion. One minute, I see Lily standing in front of the window, her nightgown covered in blood as shards of glass nestle into her arms and face. The next, something grabs her and pulls her through the window, causing her legs to grind against the sharp remnants of the shattered window.

Just like that, she was gone.

I didn't see anyone take her. I didn't see anything run away with her. She just vanished into thin air, and left behind the blood trails that were impossible to dismiss as a hallucination.

"Lily! Lily! Lily!" I yelled, frantically running towards the shattered window as shock began to overwhelm me.

Once I pushed my head through the gaping opening, my eyes fell to the ground. There, in the growing snow, was a hole. Though the snow was a mere 8 inches deep, as I peered into the hole, it descended beyond 8 inches. As I stared down into it, I couldn't help but notice that the pit was roughly the width of an average man... 