a never-ending winter night a supernatural hororr novel

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James Nicholson sad and his old rocking chair witch face one of the small windows of one of the many Shacks scattered about the woods that surrounded the small town of Hempfield he had always loved the outdoors and fishing since he was 3 years old he especially loved rough dangerous and beautiful snow storms this one was much more dangerous and beautiful then ever he did not know why he loved being outside in them but he had loved it since 19 38 James always love going out in rough dangerous and of course very rough snow storms he did not know why but ever since he was just a month old his mother had told him on the telephone he would struggle under the grip of his mother until he was free to run outside but luckily she had told him his father ran up to you and grabbed you by the shoulder before you would even go outside she told him in a very shaky voice while James was sitting there wallowing in his own memories of the past 5 days and 75 years did not notice but there were light heavy footsteps heading closer to his cabin