Cold Snap
Lindy Ryan
āđāļĄ.āļĒ. 2025 · Tantor Media Inc · āļāļĢāļĢāļĒāļēāļĒāđāļāļĒ Jenn Lee
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A grieving mother and son hope to survive Christmas in a remote mountain cabin in Pennsylvania, in this chilling novella of dread, isolation, and sinister spirits lurking in the frozen woods. Perfect for fans of The Only Good Indians, The Shining, and The Babadook.
Two weeks ago, Christine Sinclaire's husband slipped off the roof while hanging Christmas lights and fell to his death on the front lawn.
Desperate to escape her guilt and her grief, Christine packs up her fifteen-year-old son and the family cat and flees to the cabin they'd reserved deep in the remote Pennsylvania Wilds to wait out the holidays.
It isn't long before Christine begins to hear strange noises coming from the forest. When she spots a horned figure watching from between frozen branches, Christine assumes it's just a forest animalâa moose, maybe, since the property manager warned her about them, said they'd stomp a body so deep into the snow nobody'd find it 'til spring.
But moose don't walk upright like the shadowy figure does.
They don't call Christine's name with her dead husband's voice.
Two weeks ago, Christine Sinclaire's husband slipped off the roof while hanging Christmas lights and fell to his death on the front lawn.
Desperate to escape her guilt and her grief, Christine packs up her fifteen-year-old son and the family cat and flees to the cabin they'd reserved deep in the remote Pennsylvania Wilds to wait out the holidays.
It isn't long before Christine begins to hear strange noises coming from the forest. When she spots a horned figure watching from between frozen branches, Christine assumes it's just a forest animalâa moose, maybe, since the property manager warned her about them, said they'd stomp a body so deep into the snow nobody'd find it 'til spring.
But moose don't walk upright like the shadowy figure does.
They don't call Christine's name with her dead husband's voice.
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