《Promise》 Sleep It''s so cold, it''s hard to breath as I woke up on the frozen concrete my hands shaking from frost bite. The snow is coming down heavy and fast I carefully peeled my face off the concrete as to not tear skin, my fingernails what''s left of them slowly scrap my exposed skin off the ground as my hot breath burns my frozen fingers. The sky darkens so I decide to tear the rest off hoping not too much blood obscures my vision as I shakingly stand on my feet using a nearby wall to hold my dying body, I slowly move as my ankles feel frozen through and brittle as I confide in the wall for support as I look for a way out of the cold, it takes a few minutes to find a door it''s metal handle stings my flesh as I pull it open as the wind applies a heavy force keeping it closed a costly toll it takes on my hands as my skin is being pulled off my hand my grip tightens as I pull with whats left of my stength to ajar the ice covered door and quickly putting my foot in the door so it wont close it was a rough squeeze as I get the rest of myself into the dilapidated building the wind outside is ear-piercing and whines as I falter next to the door. Its cold, I''m cold.. as I collapse my mind envisages a warmer time as I drift back to sleep.....Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. The Cold that seeps in the Night Me and Mother watch the snow slowly fall on New Years night, It''s relatively warm outside as we wait for father to get home to wish him happy birthday Mom baked a big Chocolate cake its Dads favorite but I like strawberry cake more.. Dad shows up around 11pm and we welcome him home he picks me up and pulls mom in close for a hug as we go to the living room to watch the ball drop in New york city, mom puts on some music and dances with dad in the living room while we wait, I decide to step outside as we live deep in the forest away from any city so we get a grand night sky as clear as ever, only its snowing usually its cold out but its really warm to the point that im sweating. The Forest feels empty not even the owls dwell on this Silence I think about that as I climb up to my Tree-Fort looking for anything interesting as I sit I watch the snow as it falls on the forest that I''ve lived in for 7 years I climb down only to notice there aren''t any stars out tonight and although the air is warm the forest floor is Icey cold it sends a chill down my back as I run home. We watch the ball drop and enjoy the rest of the night but I feel prying eyes on me from The deep of Night, Dad lays me down and tells me theres nothing to worry about He''ll check the surroundings before he goes to sleep I trust him because he served 15 years in the military and says "Even knowing theres nothing out there, Sometimes trusting your gut might just save your life." as he leaves the room I watch the Creeping cold crawl up my window before I fall asleep. I hear a loud bang as a rush of cold air floods the house I hear The front door slam open as I can hear my dads heavy boots enter the house I get up to see whats happening, I open my door to see Father locking the front door holding Grandpa''s double barrel he see''s me scared and says he just got back from checking out around the house and theres nothing to worry about however he seems a tad bit different like he''s hiding something and says Go back to my room which is probably the safest place to be if something were to be wrong our house is a 1 story house with a basement but my room is actually the Attic room the only way to it is a ceiling hatch in the hallway. I could kinda hear mom and dad talk about what dad saw in the woods he said he found 2 grizzly''s turned inside out near the backend of our plot of land, he followed tracks to our house but couldn''t see where the tracks went after reaching our porch because the Storm outside was extremely heavy cant see anything passed 10 feet due to harsh winds and the heavy snow.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. I look out the window but I can''t even see the ground but I feel the Cold of Deaths touch in the air, then I hear a very ravenous scream coming from the woods making me go pale as I see the hatch slowly open It''s Mom and she''s holding dad''s smith and wesson and closing the hatch behind her and locking it then crawling over to me saying to close my eyes and not to make a sound. Outside the window we heard loud foot steps making their way around the house the sounds it made were almost human-like but very animalistic the sounds stop over at the far end of the house. The Wind Howling as the front door was reppeatedly hit by the creature I could hear dad shooting his double barrel and loud screams making my head feel fuzzy, the front door finally hit the floor as something really heavy charged straight at dad who was right underneth us the sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh fills the house as does the seeping cold. Mom Quietly hums a dark sad melody as tears fall from her face and loads the revolver, the house goes quiet as the sounds of father being eaten seem to have become just dead air the hatch starts to shake softly as mom whispers me to go to sleep. I feel Cold. Drive It''s a long drive home after work as my weary body can barely function due to stress and the surprisingly instant cold tempature. I should have expected it cause the last few years we didn''t get show at all but it was supposed to reach a high of 37¡ã Celsius bet its more like -27¡ã and I''m feezing my balls off starting my Camaro that I had recently bought after getting a promotion to District Manager after working at my job for over 10 years. Pulling out of the parking lot I almost hit Roland who''s second to me he looks as eager as I am to leave work and go home before we''re hit with anything more severe, as I wave for him to go first he thanks me and waves as he leaves the parking lot I turn on the radio to listen to the News but only got static or the occasional low hum of a nearby channel trying to come through. I continue driving as I get onto the highway I notice the darkening sky above and a harsh wind that seems to be hitting the car head on which hindered me very little as my car pushed through with easy but the bigger vehicles started to slow down on the highway most caught onto this quick as the first drops of snow pierced the skyline. A grim sight as we were entering a thick fog on the highway, it wasn''t even 5mins into the fog when I heard commotion up ahead and I slam the Breaks as I slid on the frozen pavement into a 18 wheeler skidding across the highway from the other side taking out the front of my car as several were hit by it spinning off down the slope of the mountain we were driving through I was one of the luckiest of few pushed off as we were still near the base of the cliff. There was a forrest to catch many of the cars as we were caught by the old strong oak trees the Semi''s weight pushed through them like they werent there, a few cars swerve off the road every so often even watched a cop on a motorcycle get his skull crushed as his bikes came crashing down the hill, due to the fog all I could see was his bikes lights flashing as a very vague silhouette slammed into a very wide birch tree. I passed out due to a panic attack or maybe head trama as a ford nearly drstroyed whats left of my car.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. I awoke maybe 3 hours later it was so fucking cold I had to get home it was about a good 7 miles North east but besides the howling cold it was eerily quiet I slowly made my way up to the highway the road was empty besides the wrecked car and a large blood stain that travels a good 15 feet infront of it as if 2 people were ejected from the front seat but no second vehicle or any at that point but something did hit the cat as the whole front caves inward like it wrapped around a pole but no sign of anything I hear distant thunderous crackles f thunder or I hope it is at least, I start my long walk home through this frigid coldness hearing the occasional Screams of people probably who also went off road but their screams cut off shortly after they start. I can''t move my fingers due to them turning purple from frostbite and it seems to be getting colder I''m coming up to ny house I share with my brother, his wife and there younger son. in the front yard I see what I can vaguely call a moose I think its huge with antlers, It looks my way with its disfigured face all crooked into a grotesque human like smile as it shuffled backwards into the forrect like a flimsey empty sock puppet I make a made dash up to the house to see a massive hole in the front wall where the front door was, I venture not to far to see the back room door closed covered in a deep red sludge the smell of rot very faint as my nose was frozen closed but I feared to look. Making my way to the front porch to vomit I see the massive creature watching me from a good 50 feet away as the fog lifted somewhat it was very much Bipedal standing up around 13 feet it opens its decaying mouth into a disturbingly Smile it watches me in some perplexing way for amusement or curiosity. I turn to look upon the house when I and The Uncanny Watcher both hear the sounds of laughter coming from deeper into the woods a deep eerie silence fills the woods... The Dark that watches Back The Dark is so utterly calming to my eyes, its seeping gentle hold on my heart were others dare not to trend. Impenetrable blackness engulfs me and my sickend soul, the air is crisp and welcoming as I open my rooms window to breath some fresh air I''m currently in the care of the local institution the Doctors all say a sickness has invaded my mind and its causing me to experiance Hallucinations and Insomnia so they cut me open and took parts of my brain now I feel empty. When I woke up my voice was gone and the room was too hot to breath so I opened the window and the Comforting cold air entered my lungs, a soft gust of the mornings frigid breeze took the edge off my pain My tears fallen on a silent world and from the dark came comfort in my absent world and the Darkness was there to witness those tears I shed. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. I wait at the open window for a few hours overlooking the deep forrest, Patients who can act normally have rooms on the 7th floor the windows are barred of course to keep from suicides so every morning roughly at 12:50am I get outta bed, open the window and watch the forrest the clouds today hum with thunder the clouds sometimes illuminate the surrounding area in blue but rarely does the sky produce a deep red glare from High atmospheric electrical discharge, for a few seconds the world was bathed in its Blood red light giving the world a hauntingly beautiful look as it dims the world outside my window fades back into absolute darkness. I turn off my bedside lamp and lay in the dark staring at the glass window as the cold of the outside holds me in its clutches my eyes drift off towards a handprint on the window I must''ve unknowingly touched the window but it looks to be on the otherside of the glass. Working Late, tonight. I Fucking hate being forced to pull a double cause some asshat didn''t show up, Lewis should know that by now but he says nobody else is picking up their phones and he tossed me the vending machine keys and says good night. I Hope he knows I''m going to kill the energy drinks before the sun comes up I go get a drink and put the keys in my office, Its been awhile since I worked third so he gave me a list third is usually worked in groups of 3 but seeing thats its just me I got my hands full all night, First I need to go into the storage warehouse and organize the stocked products, after that I need to file the paperwork into the database for the first shift pricks and lastly open up the security office and do patrol since even that piece of shit didnt show. I Mutter fucking hell, I open the security office early to do a patrol around the site with what little sunlight is left so I grab Hanks double barrel and 2 boxes of shells because bears like craawling over out fences and it takes alot to put one down if need be, I check the front gate where Lewis sits in his truck smoking I flip him the bird and continue around to the left where a chilling breeze hits my hands I keep the gun in my hands at all times but man that shit stings. About 10 mins go by and I found a large hole near the back right Fence pole its huge how did nobody see it today zach was here for second shift but left an hour ago and he''s on everyones ass about doing stuff by the book, that jackass must''ve seen this shit on his patrol I sigh and finish up and head back inside too bad lewis was gone I would have pulled his ass back there before he left oh fucking well. I Start organizing the Shelves I find it peaceful in the warehouse so time flies while I work. I feel a crisp draft while working catching me off guard I grab the shotty off my desk and load 2 shells in while I go find the source of the cold air, I front door was wide open and the sky has grayed and snow begins to fall, it is about that time of the year but it was was like 80 this morning the wind starts picking up so I close the door and bolt it shut heading back to work its about 2 in the morning. When I hear a loud thud on the wearhouses roof it wasnt a soft one either this must''ve been a big ass bird that was caught out in the Cold and froze mid flight cause that thud was lout as fuck it scared the fuck outta me I head to top floor where the offices overlook the property and the roof of the warehouse but the Blizzard was fierce I couldn''t see 5 feet do to all the snow. I Finish up my work around 4in the morning when I feel another cold breeze enter the building I quickly hear over to see the door open and these were bolted shut so the were either opened up with a key or opened up from the inside.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. The thought of that sends an Icy chill through my spine How long have I not been alone, when I first close the door? or back when I went on patrol last night? I load the Shotgun and slowly go to my office to grab my keys to get the fuck out of there, we had cameras everywhere in the building I could go check them but staying here any longer is fucking insane I get to my office when I hear a blood curdling scream. I Can''t tell if its an animal of not so I grab the keysand haul ass to the front door I open the door to feel a strong rush of cold seep into the building as I push threw to my truck, It takes a few turns to start the bastard up but she was purring like a cat when I slammed the gas pedel flying through our front gate which was just a chain linked fence and the I feel my truck Clip something so I grab the gun and step out only to see Lewis'' Pickup with its driver side door shredded to ribbons, the window looked to be clawed out and and guts were spilled alover the inside making my puke at the sight I stumble back into my truck and floor it into the Storm straight to the Police Station.