Trekking for hours, in the thick snow, they gasped a sigh of relief seeing a lodge; just what they needed before climbing the summit.
Norman was reluctant to enter the house, he sensed something wrong. The rest of the group went in anyways, after all there seemed people around – nothing to fear and the place was most optimal they could find in such a remote area.
The metallic sound that night, woke them up. Something knocked. Outside to their horror, floated a bunch of people (?) carrying polished axes – “time to become one of us”, they said. And then, chop, chop!
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ooh gruesomely good story
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