A grieving mother and son hope to survive Christmas in a remote mountain cabin in Pennsylvania, in this award-nominated 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 Sinclaireâs 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 theyâd reserved deep in the remote Pennsylvania Wilds to wait out the holidays.
It isnât 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 itâs just a forest animalâa moose, maybe, since the property manager warned her about them, said theyâd stomp a body so deep into the snow nobodyâd find it âtil spring.
But moose donât walk upright like the shadowy figure does.
They donât call Christineâs name with her dead husbandâs voice.
A grieving mother and son hope to survive Christmas in a remote mountain cabin in Pennsylvania, in this award-nominated 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 Sinclaireâs 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 theyâd reserved deep in the remote Pennsylvania Wilds to wait out the holidays.
It isnât 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 itâs just a forest animalâa moose, maybe, since the property manager warned her about them, said theyâd stomp a body so deep into the snow nobodyâd find it âtil spring.
But moose donât walk upright like the shadowy figure does.
They donât call Christineâs name with her dead husbandâs voice.