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This story is rated PG-13. For frightening scenes and disturbing deaths. And also for being very depressing overall.
The dark clouds parted to reveal a gleaming sun, a patch of light in a quilt of darkness. Pure, white snow blanketed the mountainous landscape, making transportation by ground completely impossible. Human life was scarce. Civilization hadn't taken over these snowy mountains, except for one lone cabin. A spot of brown on the mountainside. A woman lived there they said, a woman with a horrifying past.
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"Are we there yet?" A squeaky little girl's voice asked.
"No, honey," Her mother answered, for the twenty-third time that day. They were taking a family vacation to a quaint little ski lodge in Canada. Her father rounded a corner and the ski lodge came into view. The little girl squealed with delight. "We're there, we're there!" She said, jumping up and down in her seat, failing to conceal her excitement.
Thirty minutes later, the happy family of three were safe in their own cabin. Cabin number thirteen to be exact. "It has a wonderful view of the slopes." They had been told. Isabelle, the young girl's mother, was busy unpacking. "Relax sweetheart," her husband, William, said trying to calm her down. Meanwhile, their exuberant daughter, Katherine, played with her dolls and jumped around the room, behaving as a five year old girl normally would.
Night came quickly, and soon it was time for bed. "Goodnight Kate, sweet dreams..." Isabelle cooed, piling blankets on top of her daughter, who was already fast asleep.
It was a cold night, the fir trees swayed with the fierce wind and were weighed down with snow. The weatherman was saying to prepare for a snowstorm. William heard this and was faced with a dilemma. He thought it over and decided to keep it to himself, no use worrying his family about it. No, he would prepare and Katherine and Isabelle would be none the wiser.
The sun rose the next morning as usual. Snow fell softly, slowly picking up speed and moving with the wind. It was the calm before the storm, or so they say.
The bathtub overflowed with water in every direction, spilling onto the linoleum floor. A broken razor lay undetected at the bottom...
It was 2 AM. Katherine had been asleep for hours. William had tried to sleep, but was uneasy. He climbed out of bed, slipping on house shoes as he went. He noticed the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar and a dim light shone through the cracks. Will put his hand on the doorknob, slowly opening the door. He stepped inside, looking down as his shoes squished in a puddle of water. There was a layer of water on the floor, and water was still running. He was just wondering how he hadn't noticed it before - "Oh my God..no, no, no..." How could he possibly explain this to Katherine? He took several steps backward, then bumped into the door and turned around. He sat back down on his bed, cupping his face in his hands as hot tears rolled down his face.
Isabelle was dead.
The ambulance had been called, although, of course, there was nothing they could do. William spent that morning cleaning the bathroom. That was when he found the razor. "So it was suicide then, but why?" He had asked himself, slowly coming to term's with his wife's death. Nothing seemed right at all.
That afternoon, Katherine had been told that her mother had had a terrible accident (the truth was kept from her for a number of years). "Will I ever see her again?" William couldn't answer her.
The weeks passed and William and Katherine were back at home. Will went to work and Katherine went to school, but still nothing was the same. Katherine had become quieter, more reserved. And Will was being tortured inside himself. "It doesn't make sense..." He muttered to no one. He couldn't live with this. Every passing day only intensified his pain.
It was night. All the lights were off in the house. Except one. William was in the kitchen writing a note. As soon as he finished, he hung it on the refridgerator. Will got out a bottle of prescription pills and poured it into his hand. Then he swallowed them, three at a time. He picked up the phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"I think I'm dying..I live at -"
The ambulance arrived shortly, along with the police. But of course, it was too late, just as he had planned. The police saw the note, telling them about Katherine and the location of his will. They immediately realized it was suicide.
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