Billy's Place, a creative horror story

Mrs. Brumfield gingerly stepped out into a blinding white world. The rugged earth below was now smooth, covered with a warm, welcoming blanket of snow. The trees swayed in the gentle stirring of the wind as fine linens of white were draped about them. All was beautiful, radiant, and virgin. All, that is, except for the now faint tracks of snow, left by a little boy, leading away from the dark mahogany door which Mrs. …

…just as all of the other mounds had. With that, Billy trudged toward the dark mahogany door which stored a warm, steamy breakfast. He could nearly taste that golden bacon, gently melting on his blood ripe tongue. Boy, was he famished...after all, keeping his place in order was hard work, and he heard word that someone else was already inquiring about a place to stay for the rest of the cold, ruthless winter ahead.