Seven days. One house. And a girl unraveling like thread beneath the ice.
When Claire Fairchild returns to her family's abandoned estate in the remote Alaskan wilderness, she tells herself it's only to settle her sickness-to stay a few nights, gather what's left of her, and leave the past buried in snow. But the house remembers more than she does. Each room creaks with memory, each mirror offers a stranger's face, and the winter silence hums with a voice she thought long dead.
As the days pass, time bends, memories thaw, and reality fractures. Is Claire uncovering the truth of her childhood, or simply slipping deeper into the mind she can no longer trust?
A slow-burning descent into grief, memory, and madness, What Waits with Windows Closed is a haunting portrait of a woman unspooling beneath the weight of silence, snow, and everything she swore she forgot.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------To be quite frank I wrote this story for my Creative Writing class and I like it too much to let it rot in my files. This is my first story I have published and certainly not my usual genres I go for, but if anyone reads I just want to say thank you!