DW - The Living Winter - P
The bony wooden fingers of winter scratched at the glass of the window, begging to be let in. Begging to let whatever was outside, in.
With the sound of his heart in his ears, pounding out the rhythm of his pulse, the young boy named Ben tried to keep himself small. Tucked away in the dark of his secret, hidden space he felt safe. The secret cupboard was disguised as part of the wall in his room. It was where he kept his prized possessions. Special toys, gifts, cards, books, and drawings. Now he hoped no prayed, that it would keep him hidden. Keep him secret. Keep him safe.
He could hear the winter creature moving around in his room, searching searching for him, probably.
He could not remember why he had awoken originally He just woke, and heard something outside his door, in the corridor. The house had been quiet, and when he had called out questioningly to see if the noise had been his parents, he received no answer other than that noise coming cl