The snow is falling and gathering ever deeper at camp…..
There is no sound except for the rhythmic crunch,crunch,crunch of a heavy footstep in the snow, the being stops at every window……..peering in…..waiting. The tracks are all over circling the camp. He knows that soon they will be arriving,many of them,unaware of his presence,his patience,his ability to wait…wait…wait. Soon …..it will be soon
Are you ready for what lies in store
At Haunted Klondike?