Winter Massacre
White snow glistening against the soft moonlight
Footsteps following the path at night
Step by step, closer they get
A picturesque cabin nestled in the forest
Silent now
There are no chirps
The birds sit still
The wolves they lurk
The feeling of unease grows as we get close
Unnerving still is the silence at work
No other tracks cut into the snow
How odd the silence plaguing the forest still
Cautiously treading
The cabin grows near
Heart rate increasing
What will be found here?
The door slips open, not locked nor shut
As silent inside as it was out
Six pairs of shoes lined up by the door
So neat and so carefully placed
“Hello?”
But no reply heard
Neither a creak nor a peep
It sounds so absurd
Hair standing on end
Is someone else here?
Slowly the steps take us deeper in
Blood on the walls, on the floor and the chairs
In front of the fireplace
A body lay there
Surrounded in blood but no head to be found
A few feet away another body there lay
Stomach churning at the sight
Carefully we walk through the door
By the sink lay three bodies more
All missing heads
Slumped on the floor
Blood soaked into the dark pine floor
Five body’s total
No more to be found
A soft warm breeze across my neck
The cool sleek blade makes no sound
Disillusioned
A voice behind me whispers
Welcome to the winter massacre
-Tanya Petkau
