It was a cold and dark night, yet all of us kids went to play. I stuck close to the orphanage building, and I watched the other kids cheer and play. I didn’t want to be out here, but everyone begged me to.

    “Let’s build a snowman!” one kid yelled.

    All of the kids, except me, cheered and agreed to. So, that’s what they did. They built a snowman, one in which it was lopsided and had sharp rocks as eyes. Its arms were jagged sticks found in the back by the woods. I couldn’t believe these kids! They were making one horrible snowman. I turned to walk back into the building.

    “Karla! Get back here!” a small boy, who’s name was Jone, yelled.

    I scoffed. “I don’t want to be out here in the cold. We’ll get in trouble if the grownups find out, or, if they see us out here, they’d send us to that school for bad kids,” I tell them and huffed.

    “We won’t get in trouble!” Jone said.

    “Yeah! It’ll be fun,” Tallia, a girl around my age, said.

    I shook my head. “I’m not risking it.”

    “Loser…,” was all I heard be muttered by the other kids, and I shrunk back. 

    I’m not a loser… I thought and turned back to them. But, if I don’t join in with them, I’ll be called names for at least a month… With that thought, I walked down the stairs and slip. I had just face planted into the snow, and I didn’t get up. Way to go, Karla. Now they’ll really make fun of you now! I groaned and slowly, just slowly, got up. I really was throwing some sort of tantrum, but it was to prove a point. If I got into trouble because of these heathens, I’d make them pay. I sat there and glared at the group who laughed at me. You’re getting it. I thought as I gathered some snow in my uncovered hands. I stood and threw the balled up snow into one of their faces.

    “You little brat!” the girl yelled.

    “Shouldn’t have laughed at me,” I said calmly and narrowed my eyes. “Your actions always have consequences.”

    She looked at her group and smirked. “We’ll show you a consequence.”

    I blinked a few times and hurried back inside. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I yelled at myself. You knew she would do this! I ran up the stairs, and I hid my room. I had locked the door and sat on my bed. There was a long banging that followed.

    “Come on out, Karla!” the female said, seething at my name. “We’re getting pay back!”

    “No! I’m not coming out!” I yelled at her quietly.

    She growled and walked away, or at least I assumed so. I laid there on my bed, and I stared out the window. That snowman seemed off, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

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    The next came around, and I was awoken by a slightly loud knocking on my door. I glanced out the window and saw that the snowman was gone. The ground looked as if it were not there that night. My eyes grew slightly wide as I started to wonder where it had gone. I got up and hurriedly got changed. I couldn’t let the adults know about last night, unless Amy, the female I threw the snowball at, and her crew told them. If they did, they would’ve blamed me for this whole thing.

    “Karla, dear, are you in there? Your door is locked, and you never have your door locked…,” a soft, female voice said. It was Mrs.Ange. 

    “Yeah, I’m in here!” I tell her, and I sighed. “I-- I was hiding from Amy, again…”

    “What happened this time?” she asked.

    I blinked a few times before I heard a blood curdling scream. I looked out the window. There it was. There was that snowman the other kids made. It was eating Amy alive, and all I did was watch as her limbs were ripped from her body. I covered my mouth as the other kids ran out to try and save her, but they didn’t succeed. Amy was dead, and soon were the other kids. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This snowman was something straight out of a nightmare a child would have if they were to watch a horror movie before bed. This thing was insane. It killed every kid but the last two of us. Hannah and I, or so I had thought. I was surprised as I watched Hannah run out of the orphanage doors to stop this beast. She screamed at it with hateful words before it spit acid at her. I yelped, and I could no longer watch the maham they was happening outside of my window. This snowman was truly demented.