3 Hours of True Winter Horror Stories for a Cold Night Alone

It was a week or two before Christmas, about 3 years ago. I lived alone in a single-family home, and living in the north, winters get pretty brutal here. I was glad to be off work this day because the blizzard that came through was wild, almost 3 ft of snow. I stayed in all day, of course.

It got even worse at night, but I was cozy, and I ended up just grabbing a few blankets and falling asleep on the couch downstairs while watching TV and listening to the wind outside. I slept like a rock for a couple of hours, a good two or three, I'd say, before I jolted awake.

I was really confused for a second because I felt like I heard light knocking, but also felt like it was part of a dream I was having. Now that I was fully awake, though, I didn't hear anything. I brushed it off and sat up, figuring I should probably just head upstairs while I was up.

I shut everything off and walked toward the stairs, but as I passed by the front door, I got this feeling that I should check just in case. I looked out the peephole at first, but it was blocked by snow or ice. So, then I opened the door. No one was there. However, in the thick

snow were clear signs someone had been there. Because the snow was so tall, there weren't distinct footprints, but you could tell someone had dragged their legs all the way up here and right up to the door and probably took the same way to leave. The conditions were full on whiteout. So past 5 ft from the porch, I couldn't see

a thing, not even the road at the end of the driveway. If someone was still out there and had just left moments ago, I didn't have a clue. I closed and locked the door. I felt really uncomfortable about it, but I think my first thought was that whoever it was might have been lost in