Writing prompts I wrote short stories for

Set your story in a snowed-in chalet

The room got colder as the snow came down. It seems as though this is going to be a long week for those inside.

The snow fell more and more. The chalet was almost completely dark inside other than the lights. Soon morning fell, yet no one had awakened. Noon rolled around and a few curious bodies walked their ways to the kitchen, looking for something to eat. They met and nodded, signaling they all came here for the same reason. Though that reason was varied in their heads and no one else knew.

They soon went back to their rooms and the chalet's main rooms were empty, all but one. What filled the living room was the cold evening air and some fresh snowy footprints. Whose footprints you may ask, well the footprints were coming from outside. That can only mean one thing, someone came in from the outside.

Who that person is and what their intentions are, are a mystery. The residents all slept uncomfortably in their overslept beds, twisting and turning waiting for the sun to rise. But little did they know, it never would.

Soon enough a few got up to go to the very living room someone had entered from. By now the footprints have melted away in the warm, heated room. The skylight had been since closed and the residents suspected nothing out of the ordinary other than the never rising sun.

A few hours of lounging and the rest of the residents were up as well. Once they were all there, they had a discussion about what was going on. Why did the sun not rise to wake them? Well, you must be wondering why they don't just check the time. You see, they had put all the electronics in a safe that only one of them knew the code to. A situation for disaster if you ask me.

They all pondered and soon enough they came to the conclusion of time feeling faster with no clock to tell them when it was. A few said they would not sleep again, and that they wanted some food. So the two groups split up and while breakfast was being made, one of the residents went missing. All that was left was the jacket they had on.

Some of the residents were getting antsy, being inside all this time. It had been around a day and a half since the snow fell. They all got tired of waiting and decided to just go outside. They tried to open the door but all they were met with was a large thing in their way. The door would not open, so they had begun to realize they were trapped.

As the days passed, they ran out of food and people went missing among that time period. They started to turn on each other until there were only 3 out of the original 10 left.

They all had separate rooms to stop them from fighting. It had been around 6 hours of this method working until they heard a sound coming from the bathroom. The three had been in the kitchen, living room, and the dinning room. Who could be in the bathroom?

They took roll call and determined someone else was here. Then, the one in the kitchen had a thought... "What if this person is why some of the others started going missing..?" They pondered aloud. The two agreed that was probably what happened. "Just in case, arm yourselves." So they got the best weapons they could. A knife, candle stick, and a bat. They stood at the ready for what could come out of the bathroom.

Soon, all that was heard was silence, until screams. Seems like One is down. Then the bat came skyrocketing into the dinning room, just barely missing Two, who stood action-ready. Three heard silence, then something heavy dropping onto the hardwood floor.

The fear and adrenaline ran through Three as the kitchen door fell off its hinges. There, in the doorway, stood a tall yet skinny man. He was holding the bat. Three stepped back, knife at the ready. Could Three take him on?

Finally after a few days, the police arrived. They found the most gruesome crime scene they'd ever seen in 50 years. The hidden bodies and bloody deaths... some of the cops vomited. But, in the middle of it all stood a scared, shaking Three. Who had defeated the tall, skinny man.

The police would have taken him seriously if he wasn't a tall, skinny man who stood at the crime scene, bloody and armed with a knife.

The End.