It's been so long since then, but I still remember it even now, and I still see red every time I see fresh snow. Like a horrible nightmare you can't awake from, only to realise that what you are seeing is horrifically real. It all started that one December when I had just turned seventeen, I was on holiday and was staying at my grandmothers home. I'd never been there before, but I soon realized just how alone I really was. Remote and far off from any contact with civilization, was her little, two-story house up on top of the mountain, a real “winter wonderland.” No WiFi, only one TV with three channels, it looked like hell, or so I thought. So I did the only thing I could do so I wouldn't die of boredom, I explored the surrounding property outside.
For the most part it was just trees as far as the eye could see, trees and the occasional path, so I picked a direction and resolved to keep going until I got to the highway. Along the way I passed a bridge and a small path, I ke