Subzero

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man looking to spend some time alone in a cabin in upstate New York in the dead of winter finds himself being menaced by an unseen entity.

Submitted: August 12, 2010

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Submitted: August 12, 2010

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Frank Reynolds has always been a man who has appreciated quality "alone" time. With the benefit of a good employer. Frank was able to get the 2 weeks off he wanted. It was easy actually. The last week of January and first week of Febuary. He would be spending it working on his ship models in a small cabin he had purchased last summer. It was in rough shape but, Frank did not care. It would suit his purposes well enough. For there was nothing around for miles. He would be alone and that is just what Frank wanted. Well not totally alone. He did have his 11 year old German Shepard to keep him company, Zeus. A large dog even for his breed.

Frank made the last turn leading to the cabin. The snow crunching under the tires of his sturdy pick-up truck. It was a long narrow path to the cabin from here. Zeus jumped into the passenger seat. As if knowing they had arrived. Frank parked the truck and opened the door. The sudden cold slapping him in the face. Zeus jumped out eagerly. Frank reached into the bed of the truck and pulled out some suitcases and other iteams he had packed. He had been up here before. Getting the cabin ready for his stay. Stocking it with food and other necessities. Frank tryed the door. It would not budge. He through his shoulder into it and the door flung open. The cold reluctantly giving in it's icy grip on the door. Zeus ran in past him. Frank dropped his belongings on the flloor. Went to hit a switch. Then realized he had not turned on the generator. Sighing, he trudged back outside to the shed. The cold wind blowing around him he tightned his coat around his body. The door to the shed opened without protest and Frank hit the switch to turn the generator on. He then trudged through the snow and back into the cabin.

Walking in Frank immediately started a pot of coffee. He looked around the rustic cabin. Noting to himself he would need to fix it up a bit come spring. Frank walked into the largest room in the cabin. A room which had a fire place. He hadn't used it yet. Walking over to the only window in this room Frank peered outside. The gray sky seemed to hardly move. There was a large clearing that reached out a couple hundred feet before it met the thick dark woods. He heard nothing, saw nothing. Frank pulled out his cell phone. The signal was weak. He would be lucky if he could make a call. He smirked to himself perfect.

Returning to the kitchen he poured himself a large cup of coffee. Walking back over to the fire place he wondered why he had not gotten any fire wood. He took a big gulp of coffee. Zeus laying down looked up at him affectionately. He could not wait to get started on his ship models the next morning. Maybe if it wasn't to cold he would some work around the cabin. He took another gulp of coffee and felt something prick his lip. He peered down into the cup and saw staring back at him the biggest roach he had ever seen. Disgusted Frank threw down the cup and tryed to stomp on the roach as it scurried across the floor. Zeus jumped up and started barking excititly. The roach escaped through a large space between floor boards and was gone. Frank glared at the flloor where the roach had gotted away. Bastard he muttered. Frank, realizing it was getting late. Retired for the night.

Frank woke the next morning and let Zeus out. He then realized he had not checked on the generator since he arrived at the cabin late yesterday afternoon. He put on his coat and trudged outside. The snow cruching under his feet. The icy wind blew hard and Frank tightned his coat around his body. He threw open the door to the shed and promptly checked the gas level in the generator. It was running low so he added some. He set the can down and was about to walk out of the shed when he noticed a rather pungent odor. It smelled like decaying flesh. He grabbed a flashlight from a top shelf in the dimly lit shed. He walked around to the back corner of the shed. Here the smell was strongest. He peered over at a pile of cardboard boxes sloppily piled against the back wall. Frank though he heard a noise coming from the top box. He stepped closer and shone the flashlight into the top box. There was a racoon inside. It was nursing about three young. Frank panned the flashlight down slowly and noticed something shiny. The racoons had chewed through the under belly of their mother. Her fur was a mess of dried blood intertwined with intestines which caught the beam from the flashlight. Frank was hit again by the pungent smell of rotting flesh. He started to reach into the box when the mother racoon suddenly sprang to life and bite his hand. Frank drew his hand back suddenly, dropping the flashlight He stumbled back and smashed his head on a shelf behind him. Shit! Fucking bitch! Frank regained his balance and picked up the box from underneath. He ran with it outside. Ran to the edge of his property where the woods started and heaved the box into the trees. Bitch! He shouted. Frank looked down at his throbbing hand. A small trickle of blood oozed from it. No movement came from the box. Frank stood in the cold. Wondering if he should go back into the city to get a rabies shot. A large clump of snow fell from the roof of the shed with a soft thud. Zeus's barking brought Frank back into reality.

Frank walked back into the cabin. Zeus was more than happy to be let back in. Frank placed a bandage on his hand. Sat in his chair and began to work on his ship models. Trying to forget what had happened. Unknowningly Frank had been working for hours. His patience and steady hands lovingly crafted his models. He had gotten lost for hours at a time working on them. So it came as little surprise when he leaned back in his chair rubbed his eyes and checked the time. It was already getting late and time for a break. Zeus looked at him. Have I been ignoring you boy? Frank reached over on the table to grab Zeus's ball. He threw it to him across the room into the bedroom. He bounced it off the wall and into the bathrrom. Zeus would sometimes catch the ball before it even hit the floor. However when the ball bounced into the room with the fire place Zeus stopped chasing it all together. What is wrong boy? Go get it! Zeus just whined and sat down just outside of the doorway. His ears layed back on his head. He looked at Frank nervously.

Frank got up with his mug of coffee in hand. Curiously he peered into the room and then down at Zeus. Who only looked up at Frank but would not move. Frank slowly walked into the room looking around. He saw nothing odd. When he got about half way into the room he looked up at the lone window. He saw frost had begun to form on it. He walked closer, still staring at the window. Suddenly he began to feel light headed. Breathing became labored and difficult. He chest felt heavy. The air became thick and stuffy. He started to sweat profusely. He could hear his heart pounding hard in his chest. He could not look away. Though he wanted to. As he stared at the window, he was sure he could see a face forming in it. It was grinning at him. A meancing evil grin. The face did not seem human. Frank fell to one knee. He was sure he was about to pass out. With his last bit of strength he hurled the coffee mug at the window. It shattered. Sending a rush of cold air in right at him. Snapping him back into consciousness. Frank stood and looked back at Zeus who was standing outside of the doorway whining. Frank walked out and slammed the door shut.

Frank sat down in a chair in the kitchen. Trying to make sense of what had happened. He felt perfectly fine now. He wondered if that attack for lack of a better explanation. Had something to do with being bitten by the racoon. Did he have rabies? It seemed unlikely to him that symptoms of any kind could show up that quickly. Was it his health? True Frank had not been to the doctor for some time. He did not drink or smoke. Was not over weight but could stand to lose a few pounds. He was a solidly built man of about 5' 11" and 200 pounds. He also had never been hospitalized or sick. After a few more moments of pondering Frank simply just dismissed tha notion that anything was wrong.

Frank headed outside to the shed to grab some planks of wood and some tools to at least board up the window. He was not to worried about replacing the glass until maybe spring. Frank had no strange encounters when he walked back into the room to board up the window. No cold sweats, no problems breathing, nothing. He headed back into the kitchen to continue to work a little more on his models. Which turned into several hours. Leaning back into his chair and checking the time. He was actually not surprised to see it had gotten very late. Frank decided to turn in for the night.

Asleep Frank dreamed about something in the window in his bedroom and the kitchen window. It was trying to get in. Whatever it was it would not smash the glass. Instead it just peered into the window. Grinning that awful grin. It's face was formed of frost. Actually it was not outside the window. It was on the window. Frank started to sweat. He breathing again became rapid. His chest felt tight. He suddenly sat up in bed. The sensation almost immediately faded away. Disturbed Frank looked out his bedroom window. He saw nothing. He got out of bed and walked into the kitchen. Zeus was fast asleep. Frank peered out the window. Nothing was out there either. Both windows had been free of frost. Frank turned to go back to bed when he noticed something at the kitchen table. His models, all of them had fallen apart. Their pieces scattered all over the table. Frank stood and stared for another second or two and then went back to bed.

Frank got up late the next morning. He looked outside his window and saw that fresh snow had fallen. He let Zeus out and then saw something that caught his attention. The models on his kitchen table were fine. They were not scattered across the table. Did he just dream that? Confused Frank decided to take a walk around the outside of the cabin. The crisp winter air met him as soon as he opened the door An icy breeze caressed his face as he walked behind the cabin. He saw nothing leading up to his bedroom window. He walked further to the other window that he boarded up. Again nothing had been out there. He stood and looked around. It was quiet. Stangely quiet. Even for the winter. He hadn"t seen or heard any animals.. The grey clouds overhead seemed to hardly move. He walked back inside the cabin. Again he observed his models. All neatly lined up. He then turned towards the door. He had not been in there since he boarded up the window. He stared at the knob. Thinking maybe he should have a look inside. Frank reached out and grasped the knob. He turned it slowly. He got the door open a few inches when suddenly it sharply pulled away from his grasp and slammed shut. Stunned, with his hand still reaching out Frank tryed the door again. It would not open. He grabbed the knob with both hands and pulled hard. Frank was by no means a weak guy. If anything he was rather strong. The door would not open. What had pulled it shut a draft? So why could he not get it open? Puzzled he sat down in his chair and began to laugh. Frankie boy you are starting to lose it. At only 44 dementia is starting to set in. Are you really going to allow a few weird but not impossible occurrences cause you to get freaked out? Shaking his head he turned around in his chair to continue work on his models.

Frank was so lost in his work that he forgot about poor Zeus. He had left him outside for hours. As he jumped up to let him in he wondered why he had not heard his dog bark. As soon as he opended the door Zeus came walking in. A little to cold to run in boy? A tinge of guilt crept over Frank's conscious. Frank tryed to offer his dog something to eat. Zeus just walked by uninterested and sat down on the floor. He did not even look up at him. Poor dog is probably mad at me. Can't say I blame him. It also occurred to Frank that he had not placed any gas in the generator. Concerned he put on his coat to head outside. I'll be right back boy O.K.? Zeus just stared off into space.

Frank trudged through the snow to the shed. The temperature had dropped considerably. The snot in his nose froze after just a few breaths. As Frank approached the shed he hastened his pace. He was about to walk in the shed when he stopped suddenly. He looked at the shed. He sensed that something was wrong. Then he heard it. A very deep kind of moan or sign. It was coming from within the shed. Then he heard it move. It sounded like it carried great weight and mass under enormous strain. It stopped, groaned, and moved again. Knocking over boxes and tools and what ever else Frank had put in there or not cleaned out yet. It stopped moving for a second. Then it pounded against the side of the shed. The whole thing shook. Snow fell off the roof and plopped onto the ground. Frank could not believe the size of the thing. It seemed to fill the whole shed. Frank backed away. He noticed the light suspended from the ceiling was swaying back and forth. Was it a wounded bear? Sure Frank the bear just wandered over opened the door and then shut itself in. Frank stood in disbelief in the cold. He was not going to open the door to see what was inside. He headed back to the cabin. Muttering to himself it was to damn big to be a bear.

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Frank walked back into the cabin. He was now really starting to worry. Something really weird was going on. He thought about leaving. Not right now but in the morning. Frank looked over at Zeus. He was standing up. His tail straight out. Zeus was staring at the door to the room with the fire place. Frank walked over to the door and tried the knob. It was so cold he had to let it go. This was when Zeus started whining. Frank looked over at him. His eyes shut tight. Zeus you alright boy? Zeus started whining louder. He backed away from Frank. Holding his head high blood had begun to run from his eyes. His large body shaking. Zeus then began to howl in pain. Zeus what is wrong boy? Zeus! Zeus!? Frank tried to grab a hold of his dog but he just pulled away. He howled louder. The noise began to get on Frank's nerves. Look Zeus calm down boy. Blood began to ooze from his mouth, his rectum, and now more profusely from his eyes. His howling increased. He was in agony. It was beginning to drive Frank mad. Zeus just calm down boy. I said calm the fuck down!! Spittle flew from Frank's mouth as he yelled at his dog. Zeus was now howling so loud that Frank could not hear his own voice over Zeus. Zeus! Zeus! Shut-up! Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking dog!! Without thinking Frank reached over and grabbed a steel chair that had been leaning against the wall. Frank raised the chair and brought it down hard on Zeus's head. Shut-up you stupid fucking dog!! Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up!! Again and again Frank brought the chair down on his dog. Until suddenly slience. Frank stopped. His dog was lying in a pool of blood. His eyes wide open. Frank stood there. His rapid breathing slowing down. Stunned he threw the chair down. Shocked at what he was seeing. Not believeing what he just had done. He dropped next to his dog. Zeus what did I do to you boy? Why? What happened to me?

Frank stood up. He was covered in blood. Frank slumped into his chair. He felt like he was losing his mind. What the hell was happening to him? You have lost it Frank. No joking around. When you get back your going to be put away. PETA will be all over your ass. With that thought Frank laughed out loud at himself. He started to get up when he felt it again. The cold sweat, the heavy breathing. The feeling of weaknes and the pressure on his chest. Grasping the chair for support. He turned slowly to the window. There it was. The same grin driving him to madness. The face not at the window but in it. The frost forming that horrible grin. I said fuck you! Frank stood up, grabbed the chair and smashed the window. The cold air rushing in. Releasing him from his torment. With the chair still in his hands he raised it over his head shouting. You want to torment me?! Huh? You want to mess with my head?! Frank ran into the bedroom and smashed the last window in the cabin. Now what?! How are you going to menace me now?! You... icy, fucking bullshit. Frank threw the chair on the ground and left the cabin.

Frank walked out to his truck. It was freezing cold. Startling him he drew his coat tightly around his body. The icyair causing him to sober up. He opened the door to his truck and got in. He rested his head on the steering wheel. His mind racing. What just happened here? Why was this happening? He found his keys and started up his truck. He leaned his head back against the seat. He stared out of his trucks windshield at the shed. He whispered out loud. Fucking shed. He looked down at his cup holder and was amused at the cup of coffee he had left in his cup holder. The coffee in it was frozen solid. The truck started to warm up slowly. He glanced over at the cabin and noticed that the lights had gone out. Had the generator run out of gas? Fucking shed he whispered again. He thought about what he was going to do and say when he got back into town. He was certain he would see a doctor. Frank sat up and placed the truck in reverse. He grabbed the wheel and started to back out when he heard it. Whining. A low and faint whining. Frank was sure of it. He listened more closely. He heard it again. Frank shut off the engine. He continued to listened and heheard it yetagain. Zeus? Maybe he hadn't killed him. Maybe his dog was just badly hurt. Frank climbed out of the truck. Zeus, Zeus is that you boy?

Frank stood in the doorway to the cabin. He heard more whining. Zeus? He called out as he stepped in. It was dark in the cabin. Frank looked at the floor where his dog had been lying. He was not there. Puzzled Frank tried the bedroom. Then the bathroom. He stepped out into the kitchen. Zeus he started to call out. He froze in mid step. The door to the fire place room was wide open. When he first walked in it was shut. He was sure of this. Cautiously Frank walked in. He looked around the large empty room. He saw nothing. Then, when he was in the middle of the room he heard it. A strange sound. It sounded like ice. Like the sound thin and brittle ice makes when you walk on it. Causing it to break apart. It was coming from outside the room. Frank quietly walked up to the doorway. He stood just to the side of it. He listened. He suddenly felt colder. And with the pale light the moon cast he could actually see his own short rapid breaths. He heard nothing for several minutes. Considered moving again when it hit him. There was something there. It had been there all the while. Frank's eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to realize that there was something staring back at him from outside the doorway. It was larger than a person. It seemed bent over. It's body catching a weak reflection from the pale moonlight. It moved slightly. Like it was trying to straighten up. Frank could feel the cold coming from it's body. Frank moved slightly. It moved. Standing up it's body making a crackling sound. Frank suddenly slammed the door shut. He ran to the end of the room. He tried desperately to pry the boards off the window. Numbness and cold biting at his finger tips. He was not going to be able to get them off. He turned around. The thing was already in the room with him. He had not even heard the door open. It was in the middle of the room now. Frank stopped moving wondering if it sensed movement. It looked slowly from side to side. It's long angular body crackling. Bits of ice flew off it's body with each movement. Some where caught in the light of the moon. Frank slumped against the wall and slowly dropped down. He could no longer feel his toes. His nose stung from frostbite. Suddenly it moved. Stopping right in front of Frank. Easily within arms reach. Frank thought to himself I did this. I let it out. It was in the glass. The windows, and I freed it. It seemed to be staring at him. Frank was to terrified to move. It reached out quickly. It's long icy fingers digging cruelly into Frank's neck. It's powerful grasp crushing the life out of him. As Frank's life quickly faded away. He thought to himself he had never felt anything so cold in his life.

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AFTERWORD: Wow! I finally finished it. Sorry it took me so long. Please forgive me for how poorly written this story is. Like I said I'am an amatuer. Of course there are many holes in the story. I know next to nothing about generators for one. Not really sure how they work. I tried hard to capture the essence of a story that would seem scary and disturbing. Could not really grasp it though. I now have an even greater respect for the writers that can! Can you tell I really hate the cold? I was never a big fan of the winter. To me it always seemed scary and depressing. So this will not be my only story to deal with winter. This story was inspired by my Uncle Mike who used to tease me that someone would look in on me while I slept because my bedroom was on the first floor. With a window that faced the street. The next story I write will be posted when it is complete. Instead of posting it in bits and pieces like I did with this one. If any of you want to stick around to read more of the stuff I write after this story. LOL!! My next couple of stories will be better. At least I think they will. They will focus on my hometown in which I grew up in of Niagara Falls New York.


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