Frozen Nightmare

The house always had a chill in the air, even when the summer sun beat down on its roof.

The wooden floors creaked with every step, and the windows rattled with the slightest breeze.

But it was a small price to pay for the quaint, old-fashioned charm of the place. At least, that's what she told herself.

One day, as she was cleaning the dusty corners of the attic, she stumbled upon a hidden door.

The knob was old and rusted, but with a little force, it creaked open.

The room inside was dark and frigid, and a thin layer of frost coated everything inside.

It felt like stepping into a freezer.

At first, she thought it was just an old storage room, abandoned for years.

But then she noticed something strange.

In the corner, partially hidden by an old wardrobe, was a small mound of snow.

She brushed away the frost and found herself staring into the lifeless eyes of a frozen corpse.

It was a woman, or at least what was left of her.

Her skin was pale and blue, and her hair was frozen stiff.

The woman's mouth was agape, as if she had been screaming in terror when she died.

She wore a dress that looked like it was from another time, and her hands were clasped over her chest.

The sight was so shocking that she stumbled backward and fell against the wardrobe, which groaned under her weight.

For a moment, she couldn't move, couldn't breathe. She was trapped in a world of frost and fear.

It wasn't until she heard a noise behind her that she snapped out of her trance.

She spun around and saw a shadow moving across the wall.

It was like something out of a nightmare.

The shadow grew and grew until it towered over her, a twisted form that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

She screamed and stumbled toward the door, but her feet wouldn't move fast enough.

The shadow was upon her, its icy fingers reaching out to grab her.

She felt a coldness seeping into her bones, like a thousand needles piercing her skin.

But then, as suddenly as it appeared, the shadow vanished.

She was alone again in the frozen room, the corpse staring back at her with empty eyes.

For days, she couldn't sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the shadow, felt the coldness creeping into her soul.

She tried to tell herself that it was just her imagination, that she was overreacting.

But she knew deep down that something was wrong in that house.

As the days passed, she began to notice other strange things.

Doors would open and close on their own, and she could hear footsteps in the hallway at night.

She tried to ignore it, but the fear was always there, lurking in the shadows.

One night, she woke up to find the frozen woman standing at the foot of her bed.

Her eyes were still empty, but her lips moved silently, as if trying to tell her something.

The chill in the air was unbearable, and the woman's presence filled the room like a suffocating fog.

She wanted to scream, to run, to do anything to escape that frozen nightmare.

But she was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak.

The woman reached out a frozen hand, and just before her fingers touched her skin, the woman vanished, leaving behind only a trail of frost.

After that night, she knew she had to leave the house.

She packed her things and fled, never looking back.

But the memory of that frozen room, and the corpse that haunted it, stayed with her for years.

She could never forget the terror she felt, or the coldness that seemed to seep into her very soul.