Synopsis

A chilling wind swept through Middleton, carrying with it a dread unlike any other. The snow fell, not in gentle flakes, but in a thick, unsettling blanket. And within that white expanse, something stirred. It began subtly – a flicker of movement at the edge of the woods, an unnatural stillness in the falling snow. Then, they emerged: figures cobbled together from snow and shadow, their forms warped and grotesque. These were not the playful creations of children; these were beings of malice,