All Chapters of Wind Chill: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PROLOGUEJesus, Mary, and Joseph’s left nut!Eric Kinley woke up blind to the frozen world around him, but not to the grin that had followed him back from sleep. The face leered at him through the darkness behind his eyes. Pale cheeks squelched like maggots as the grin widened. The lipless mouth said nothing, the teeth inside clenching so tight the incisors cracked. Its sunken eyes lusted. The pinpoints of scarlet light at their centers roved up and down Eric’s body as if measuring every inch of him. Weighing him. Slowly, the jaws began to open, stretching until the swirling darkness within shamed the surrounding black. It took a lump of snow falling into Eric’s open mouth to make him realize he was awake. The visage finally receded into the blackness. He sputtered. Only the lights in the depths of the creature’s eyes lingered, intensifying for just a moment before finally flickering out.“Fucking nightmare bullshit!”“You okay, man?”Eric scrabbled at his eyelids, trying to scrap

CHAPTER 2Emma knew she was screwed before she could even flip the light switch. An exhale nearby destroyed the silence she’d hoped to maintain. The stink of tobacco drifted into her nose and dragged a cough from her lungs.“It’s an hour past your curfew, young lady.”Emma rolled her eyes before flicking the switch. Her father watched her from his seat at the kitchen table, the brown eyes inscrutable behind the lenses of his glasses. Smoke drifted up from the Marlboro smoking in his hand.Emma dug in her jacket pocket for her phone before holding it out.“My cell died. The stupid alarm never went off.”“Try again, kiddo.”Emma fought to maintain eye contact with her father. Her finger pressed on the cell’s POWER button, the nail tapping on the dead screen a moment later.“See?”Her father stood, his thin, six-foot frame dwarfing Emma as he approached her and took the device from her hand. She hoped he didn’t see her gorge rise and fall during the appraisal.Buy it. You don’t

CHAPTER 4Emma barely found the strength to open her eyes when she came to. Her body felt heavy, as if her insides had been replaced with lead. It took several long minutes before the movement of the car and the texture of the upholstery penetrated the fog in her head. So did the sharp hiss of her father’s breath as he made a hard turn on the road.I . . . wh-where . . . ?Her father took a quick look at her over his shoulder. Some of the intensity in his eyes had faded. But not nearly enough.“Try to lay still. It’s going to be a little while before that sedative finishes working its way out of your system.”Emma tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea and lightheadedness overpowered her before she’d gone up an inch. A grimace twisted her expression.Her father sighed. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?”He shifted in his seat. “Then again, I suppose you don’t have much choice right now.”He cleared his throat, and Emma didn’t have to see him wet his lips to know what was coming.

CHAPTER 6“Em! Time for dinner!”From atop the bed, Emma looked over her knees to the door. Her will fought what felt to be a nest of rats chewing at her insides, but the growl that bubbled from her guts spoke of larger creatures.“I’m not hungry.”Past the door, her father sighed.“Now, I know that’s not true. We were on the road for—”Emma leaned forward. “How long?”Searching the room, she realized she’d been too absorbed in the insanity of the situation to look for a clock. “Dad?”A tiny vibration trembled through the door as her father either leaned against it or rested his hand against the wood.“It was a long trip, honey.”“How long?”Emma imagined her father fussing with his moustache.“Seventeen hours.”“Seventeen hours?” Emma was off the bed and pacing to the door. Her hand was nearly on the knob before she relented. Images of her friends’ faces, her town, flitted across her mind like photographs. Their presence felt every bit as distant.Jesus . . . I was out f

CHAPTER 8“How’d you sleep?”Emma watched her father’s hopeful smile wilt under a well-aimed glare. Clearing his throat, he turned his attention back to the eggs cooking on the stove.Emma took a sip from the cup of coffee waiting for her on the table. Her mouth puckered at the drink’s bitterness, but she ignored the sugar and creamer at her elbow.“That stupid wind kept me up all night.”Her father reached for the bag of bread on the counter and pushed two slices into the toaster. “Winters around here are usually pretty harsh. It should start calming down in a couple months, though.”Emma rubbed her eyes and took a long draught of her coffee.Great.The eggs sizzled while she again took stock of the kitchen. While it had fewer rooms, each part of the cabin appeared larger than its counterpart back home, making her feel even shorter than usual. Every cabinet seemed out of reach.“Where did you find this place, anyway?”Her father scraped the eggs off the skillet with a spatul