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00:00The first story. It starts with a chilling hook and unfolds into an immersive, psychological horror set in an unforgiving winter wilderness.
00:09The last thing I remember before the frost really took hold was the sound of the river freezing.
00:13Not just icing over, freezing solid, like a steel door slamming shut over the last way out.
00:19I had never meant to stay. I came with a small expedition. Me, Brenner, and a few others whose names now feel like scraps of old pages, too smudged to read.
00:30We were supposed to map the Silver Pine Range near the Arctic Divide, study soil layers, take course samples, take a photo or two for the university.
00:39Nothing more than six weeks. But then the radio went. Then the dogs ran off during a blizzard. And then Brenner and I were alone.
00:46At first, I thought the cold would be the hardest part. But it wasn't the cold. It was the quiet.
00:52Our camp was nothing but an old research cabin someone else had left behind decades ago.
00:56It leaned slightly to the left, like it wanted to sink into the snow and forget it had ever been built.
01:03For the first few days, we kept ourselves sane with little routines. Chopping wood, boiling snow, playing cards.
01:10I told stories about my girlfriend back home. Brenner talked about his dad's fishing trips in Michigan.
01:16We laughed. We drank the emergency whiskey. Then the sugar ran out.
01:20It seems ridiculous now. But we started fighting over things like who was hogging the last of the cinnamon, or who used too much water-melting snow for coffee.
01:29When Brenner accused me of taking more than my fair share of dried peaches, something in me snapped.
01:34I threw the tin across the cabin. He didn't speak to me for a day after that.
01:38The thing about the North is it doesn't just want you to die. It wants you to break first. To wear you down. To see what you become in the silence.
01:46The cold got to Brenner's toes first. He showed me one night. Took off his socks and held his foot up to the firelight.
01:53His big toe was the color of old beef. Blackened and stiff. We both stared at it in silence.
01:59He didn't ask me to help. I didn't offer. I tried to leave once.
02:03I was strapped on a pack, wrapped my feet in fur, and took off south. But I only made it about three hours before the wind blew, so hard I couldn't tell up from down.
02:13I came back with my eyelids frozen together. That was the night I saw her. At first I thought it was just frost hallucination.
02:19Happens when you're dehydrated. Too cold. Too tired. But she was real. At least to me.
02:25A woman in white furs, standing just beyond the tree line. Her eyes were hollow. Her lips were blue.
02:31But she smiled. She didn't say anything. Just watched. After that, she came back every night.
02:38I stopped telling Brenner about her. He already thought I was losing it.
02:42Always clutching that axe like he expected me to crack one night and use it.
02:46Maybe I would have, if she hadn't kept me company. But I should have known the North doesn't give you gift for free.
02:52Brenner changed too. He stopped talking altogether. Sat by the fire, muttering things under his breath.
02:58He was convinced something was under the floorboards. Said he could hear it scratching at night.
03:03Digging up from below. I told him he needed rest. He said I needed to stop lying.
03:07One morning, I woke up to find him gone. Left a note scratched in coal on the wall.
03:13You'll hear them too soon. I found him two days later. Just outside the old well.
03:18Face down. Frozen. Smiling. There were no footprints around him. Not even his own.
03:23The woman in white stood beside him. Her breath fogging in the air.
03:28She didn't look at me this time. She looked down into the well.
03:32Now I live in the cabin alone. The firewood is almost gone.
03:35My hands are too cracked to hold the axe properly. And my legs tremble if I stand too long.
03:41I sleep in shifts and keep the slush lamp burning because the dark is deeper now.
03:46It pulses like lungs inhaling around me. I don't dream anymore.
03:49When I try, I only see the north peeling open like a maw. Ready to swallow me whole.
03:55It wants me quiet. Still. Like the others. But I'm not ready to go. Not yet.
04:01There's one last thing I have to do. I drag Brenner's body back to the cabin.
04:05Took the knife and cut off his boots. Cleaned them. Lined them with fur.
04:09I needed something warm. I told myself he wouldn't mind.
04:13Then I lit a fire bigger than I'd ever dared before.
04:15Used most of the remaining kerosene. Sat beside it and wept. Not for Brenner. Not even for myself.
04:22I wept because I realized the woman in white was getting closer each night.
04:26Tonight she stood at the door. Tomorrow she'll come in. And I will let her.
04:31Because when the wind doesn't blow and the snow doesn't fall and the world forgets you ever existed,
04:36you begin to crave anything that will remember your name.
04:39Now here is the second story. They say the snow buries everything. Tracks. Sounds. Even memories.
04:47But I remember what happened out there. I remember everything.
04:50My name's Keegan Ward. I was one of the last to leave Fort Holloth when the mining routes collapsed.
04:55Most people packed their gear and left by airlift. I stayed. I told myself I was documenting the tundra.
05:01But the truth? I was running for something else. Something that followed me into the white.
05:06It's important you understand this. Fort Holloth wasn't haunted in the way movies make you think.
05:12No flickering lights. No screams in the night. Just cold. Endless. Deafening. Cold. And the wind.
05:19It speaks if you listen too long. I lived alone in a collapsed barracks. Half of it had caved in
05:24under an avalanche two years prior. But the other half still held strong. I set up solar blankets.
05:31Melted snow in a tin pot. Ration dried beans and jerky. Weeks passed.
05:35Then one night, I heard knocking from beneath the floor. At first, I thought it was the wind.
05:41The logs settling. Maybe a fox. But it came again. Slow. Measured. Rhythmic. Knock, knock, knock.
05:49Three knocks. Pause. Then, three again. I didn't sleep that night.
05:54The next morning, I took my pickaxe and went around the side of the cabin, looking for burrows,
05:59cracks, anything. Found nothing. Until I stepped behind a shed.
06:03There, buried beneath the drift, was a wooden hatch I had never seen before. The snow had hidden it for
06:09years. Maybe decades. My breath fogged as I leaned down to brush the ice away. Carved into the wood
06:15was a single word. Underneath. I didn't open it. Not that day. I told myself it wasn't my business.
06:22Maybe it was a storm shelter. Maybe it led to the old mine shafts. Or maybe, just maybe, it was one of
06:29those things you're not supposed to find in places like this. I started hearing the knocks every night
06:34after that. Always three. Always from below. Always when I was just drifting into sleep. I tried blocking
06:40it out. Stuffed snow into the cracks in the floorboards. Played music in my headphones. Bury
06:46myself under thick pelts and closed my eyes. But then came the voice. Low. Wet. Not quite human. You opened
06:54the door when you stayed. That's what it said. I ran. Grabbed my gear and hiked four miles toward
06:59an old comm tower. Hoping I could get signal out. But the tower was collapsed. And the solar panel that
07:05powered had been ripped clean off. There were no footprints. No signs of weather damage. Only a
07:11trail of small, blackened fingers in the snow. Each one pointing back toward my cabin. I know this
07:17sounds insane. But if you're watching this, or listening, just know this story is true. And if
07:23you're still here, then I need you to do something for me. Before the snow takes this video, this memory
07:29me, hit like. Comment what you would have done. Subscribe if you think you could survive this long
07:34in silence. And share it. Share before it's too late. Now listen. Because here's the part no one
07:40believes. I did open the hatch. Three days after the knocking started. After I hadn't eaten, or slept,
07:46or spoken to another soul. I pried that frozen lid open with my axe. There were stairs. Stone
07:53stairs. Slick with ice. Leading down into blackness. I went only five steps before I heard it. Not the
07:59voice. Breathing. Ragged. Wet. Close. I turned to go back up. But the hatch was gone. Not clothes gone.
08:07Only snow. I clotted it with my hands until they bled. Until my nails split. Until I felt teeth.
08:14Something was smiling beneath the drift. I don't remember crawling back to the barracks.
08:19I woke up on the floor with my parka soaked. And my flashlight cracked. My boots were gone.
08:24And there were footprints in the snow inside the room. Not mine. Little. Bare. Like a child's.
08:30But with too many toes. Each step left a small pool of melted ice that never refroze.
08:36I tried to leave again. Walked south for an entire day until I came upon the same collapsed
08:41shed I'd left behind. Circled around. Checked my compass. It spun like a coin dropped on glass.
08:48That's when I knew. I wasn't trapped by distance. I was claimed. Something had taken hold of the land
08:53beneath Fort Holoth. Something old. Something hungry. Something that waits for the cold to steal your
08:59breath before it whispers your name in the wind. I burned the barracks on the last night. Poured the
09:04last of my kerosene over the floorboards and lit it with a match from my father's old tin.
09:09I didn't look back when the wood cracked and screamed. I ran as far as I could before the
09:13light faded. Now I'm here. In this little hole I dug beneath a windbreak of pine. I've wrapped
09:19myself in canvas and snow and deer hide. I don't plan to leave this time. I only want someone,
09:25anyone, to remember this. So if you're watching this, if you found this, please tell them what
09:31happened. Tell them the snow isn't silent. Tell them the wind lies. Tell them Keegan Ward warned you.
09:37Because beneath the white, something listens.
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