Winterhorror Histoires

In the remote wilderness of Ashen Valley, a group of friends seek escape and adventure. But the deeper they wander into its snow-covered silence, the heavier the shadows seem to grow. Something old stirs in the woods-watching, waiting. And once you've stepped into its gaze, the way out isn't always the way back.

This is just a short messgae from a CreepyPasta I will write a story later on about.

An aspiring writer drives his dementia ridden grandmother to the hospital as he recounts his own personal stories-- fictional or real, we may never know. In the midst of the snowstorm and long trip, the reader will be immersed into the surrealism and the bits of truth and harsh realities of grief.

When reclusive novelist Bianca Thorne retreats to her late grandmother's cabin deep in the snow-covered woods, she's seeking silence - a place to write, to forget, to rebuild. The locals warn her the forest isn't kind to outsiders, but Bianca isn't an outsider. The cabin has been in her family for generations. At first, the isolation feels almost peaceful. Until the nights stretch too long, and the trees start whispering her name. Pages she doesn't remember writing appear on her desk. The air tastes of metal. And the townsfolk who once seemed so kind - the shopkeeper, the sheriff, the woman who brings her supplies - start showing up uninvited, asking strange, quiet questions about her writing. As the blizzard closes in, Bianca realizes she's not alone out there - and that the people she trusted may not be people at all. Something ancient, bound to her bloodline and the woods themselves, is waiting for her to finish the story it began. Because the cabin doesn't just want her words. It wants her.