~Introduction~ Chapter One

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The freshly fallen flakes of snow painted the icy paths a glossy white. Snowflakes slowly fluttered down to the ground, silently landing onto the bed of snow. Icicles formed from the hand-carved wooden arch above the entrance leading to the cottage. Isolated from the rest of society, the cottage stood in pure silence. The family which inhabited it, were all asleep awaiting Christmas morning. The icicles dripped molecules of diamond-like water upon the wooden steps leading to their home. The surrounding trees stood tall and strong surviving the harsh winter. It was as if the world was frozen in time, its beauty frozen and preserved forever. The case of Katie Mullon reflects just that. 

Jumping up from behind the warm, comfortable bed, Katie awoke, disturbing the sweet sound of silence the house craved. She found herself dashing to the kitchen to get a glass of water that she now longed for a refreshing drink that would replenish her thirst, as she made her way there her eyes darted to the clock upon the landing which stood tall and loomed over Katie with its incredible height, quickly she noticed that it had stopped, at exactly 3:30 am. "Bloody Clock," she muttered to seemingly no one, she needed to remind her parents to fix it later. But, at the current moment in time she was more thirsty than curious, so she shrugged it off. As she paced through the kitchen and finished her water, She walked into the sitting room hoping to see the correct time on the big clock hanging over the television. She gazed at the clock noticing that too had stopped at 3:30 am. Katie knew for a fact that the time wasn't correct as she had gone to the toilet earlier that morning and had seen the time then which had also been 3:30 am. "Huh... Strange." She muttered under her breath. Brushing the curtains aside with a flick of her hands she noticed it was daylight outside, she also, however, noticed something rather odd. The snow had stopped, it was hovering in midair. As if it was a video that had been paused. "I must still be half asleep." Katie mumbled to herself, trying to settle her nerves. But obviously, being 12, and it being Christmas morning she was too greatly excited to care in the slightest, but as she was going to rip open the most promising present, she recalled the strict tone of her mother's voice scolding her and her brother, Matthew, the previous night, about opening her presents before they awoke, and under any circumstances, she should wait until they wake up. 

Katie struggled to get back to sleep, so she attempted to awaken her brother, knowing that he would definitely wake up her parents. She, at first, tried to wake him by pretending to sleep talk, but them being on opposite ends of the hall, caused her plan to fail. She approached his room and touched his blanket slowly being yanking it of off his bed. When her younger brother didn't wake up she laid her hand over his shoulders to shake him but noticed before she did so that he was cold. Stone cold. Deadly cold. But he was breathing. To the 12-year-old girl, it didn't make much sense. So she ran into her parents' room shouting "MUM! DAD, MATTHEW WON'T WAKE UP AND HE'S REALLY COLD!" Whether or not her parents decided not to answer because they were too tired to make sense of her rambling or because they were still asleep was unknown to Katie at first, but she soon understood why they hadn't responded. She dashed over to her mothers' side of the bed, knowing she was usually always the first one up in the family. "Mum?" Lifting the covers below her mothers' shoulders, she saw the lights in her mother's eye fade into the darkness and her body stiffen and drop rapidly in temperature, but much like Matthew, she was still breathing. 


Authors Note:

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