write-it-motherfuckers:

You had always loved this place when you were growing up. Your grandfathers big cabin was always surrounded by soft white snow during the winter months, and as it sat so out of the way, it was always pure and untouched. Your parents didn’t like him very much, and so you weren’t allowed to see him during the warmer months. But when it started to get cold, you parents always dumped you and your siblings with him, so that they could go on a vacation somewhere tropical.

Whilst your siblings always complained that there was nothing to do, you always adored your time there, and your grandfather. He seemed to adore you just as much, regaling you with many a strange and fanciful stories, that never failed to fill you with childish wonder. It was no surprise then, that when he passed away, he left everything to you, much to the rest of your families frustration and offence.

Standing in front of the large cabin, you smiled sadly, every breath visible in the cold air. It was nice to be back, but it didn’t make things any less sad, you still missed him a great deal, and always would. It had taken you a while to make the cabin your own, but now there wasn’t much else to do. Luckily you worked at home, so your isolated home was rather perfect. 

Glancing off to the side, you eyed the wide expanse of pristine snow, lips quirking into a smile. Another thing that you loved about your grandfathers place, was that it sat beside his own massive lake, which never failed to completely freeze over. You had always begged your grandfather to help you clean off a section of ice so that you could play on it, but it was one of the few things he would never agree to. 

“One day, when you are older” he would say, giving you that familiar soft affectionate smile and ruffling your hair.

Perking up, you went and grabbed your equipment. Now was a good a time as any, you supposed. 

For quite a while, you worked away, humming to yourself as you shifted snow and cleaned the ice as best you could. To your surprise, the ice seemed quite clear, and just as thick as your grandfather had always told you it was. It wasn’t until you had gotten out a little further, that you noticed something under the ice. 

At first you figured it must have been a fish or some kind of animal that had wandered in and drowned before the ice had fully set. Unfortunately, as you cleaned the patch of ice more thoroughly, you found something far more unsettling.

Staring up at you, were humanoid creatures, trapped below over a foot of ice, and seemingly frozen in positions of desperation, as if they had been clawing to reach the surface and had then frozen in place. Shakily, you sank down onto your knees and looked closer, tilting your head slightly to peer further along, below the thick layer. 

Dozens of the creatures were faintly visible, frozen in similar positions below the clear ice, and suddenly, your thick winter jacket wasn’t quite enough to keep the chill out anymore.