Part 1 — The Cabin in Northern Wisconsin

According to a story shared online, there was a man named Billy who had a tradition he never missed.

Every winter, he and his best friend would leave the city behind and spend a week at a remote cabin deep in the forests of northern Wisconsin.

The cabin sat miles away from the nearest town.

No neighbors.

No traffic.

No cell service.

Just endless snow-covered woods stretching in every direction.

This particular winter was supposed to be no different.

The only problem was that Billy’s friend had been delayed and wouldn’t arrive for another couple of days.

So, Billy headed to the cabin alone.

The drive took most of the day.

By the time he arrived, the sun was already beginning to set behind the trees.

Billy unloaded his gear, started a fire in the wood stove, and settled into the familiar comfort of the old cabin.

Everything felt normal.

At least at first.

The next morning, Billy stepped outside and immediately noticed something unusual.

Several snowmen stood scattered around the property.

He didn’t remember seeing them when he arrived.

Maybe they had been hidden by the darkness.

Maybe he simply hadn’t noticed.

Still, something about them bothered him.

The snowmen weren’t clustered together.

They seemed randomly positioned around the cabin.

Almost as if they had been placed there intentionally.

Watching.

Billy laughed at the thought.

After all, they were just snowmen.

Nothing more.

Yet throughout the day, he kept finding himself glancing toward them through the windows.

And every time he looked, he felt slightly more uneasy than before.

By evening, he had convinced himself he was being ridiculous.

Then his friend finally arrived.

And according to the story, he brought news that would make Billy wish he had paid more attention to those snowmen.

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