Part 2 — The Moving Snowmen
(Part 1) ➡️ https://storiesworld.us/archives/9435
Around eight o’clock that night, Billy had just finished eating dinner when someone knocked on the cabin door.
The sound startled him.
Nobody visited this place.
Especially not after dark.
He moved to the window and looked outside.
Relief immediately washed over him.
It was his friend.
Billy rushed over and opened the door.
The moment his friend stepped inside, however, Billy realized something was wrong.
He looked terrified.
Out of breath.
Shaking.
Before Billy could ask what happened, his friend began talking.
“It’s crazy, man.”
Billy frowned.
“What is?”
His friend looked toward the windows.
Then back at Billy.
“The snowmen.”
Billy laughed.
“What about them?”
His friend’s expression never changed.
“I saw them moving.”
The room fell silent.
Billy waited for him to smile.
To admit it was a joke.
But that never happened.
Instead, his friend described seeing figures that looked exactly like snowmen standing among the trees.
Not blowing snow.
Not shadows.
Snowmen.
Walking.
Watching.
Following.
Billy immediately dismissed the story.
His friend had probably gotten lost in the dark.
Or maybe exhaustion was playing tricks on him.
But according to the story, his friend refused to back down.
He insisted that what he saw was real.
And the more he talked about it, the more nervous he became.
Eventually the conversation died down.
Neither man mentioned it again.
Yet before going to bed, Billy glanced out the window.
For a split second, he thought one of the snowmen looked closer than before.
Much closer.
(Part 3) ➡️ https://storiesworld.us/archives/9439