The Snowman

[Honest1]

This is a little story I threw together on my free time. Enjoy!

 

One cold December day I sat at home by my fire trying to keep warm. I buried myself in my favorite

book, and kept some soft music playing in the background. It was by far as close to perfect as

possible. In fact it seemed that things where just a bit to perfect. I continued to read my book,

and I started to hear the sounds of scratching at the door, oh well must be the wind. I look out my

window, and there is no wind, everything outside is calm, but the scratching continues. I place the

book down on the arm rest of my chair, and slowly approach the door. As I walk towards the door I

start to hear the sound of the floor creak, and notice that my legs are starting to shake rather

violently. Sure I wanted to believe that everything was fine, but I'd watched one to many scary

movies. If any of my movie experience was correct I was making a major mistake going for that door.

"screw it" I told myself "you only live once" I reached for the handle and opened the door, and

much to my curiosity there in front of me stood a snowman. His twig arms where outstretched

scratching at the door clearly it wanted to go in, still I thought curiously as I looked down at

the snowman. It's beady face smiling up at me sporting a cool red scarf, and a cap of the local

baseball team. "I wonder why this snowman is scratching at my door" It was freezing outside, but

surely a snowman must be use to the cold. I decided all the same to invite the snowman inside for a

meal to warm up. The snowman stepped into the house wiping it's butt on the doormat to keep from

tracking dirt into the house, like it would matter it had water dripping all over my floors anyhow.

It sat down, and I fed it a bowl of soup. I was convinced that it was fine. That's when it

happened. As it took the last bite of soup it completely melted away revealing a child that

couldn't be much older then 6. This is when I learned two things. First off Snowmen ate children

and second off that soup was the perfect weapon against them, but nobody will believe me, and this

means I'm on my own. The secret is out, and I will defeat them.

 

To be continued..

[evil_mumm_ra]

those children are delicious i suppose, similar to veal i've been told. good thing you had some soup.