Page 27 of Icy Cold Death

Willow.

Pryce.

Etc.

“That’s going to the whole family,” she joked as Tori unclipped from her skis to help Hailey up. “We’re going to have this in the family for a long time. I think we need to put it on the business Christmas card.”

Hailey laughed even harder.

How could she not?

She had no business on skis.

That was for damn sure.

She was raised on the East Coast in Maryland, and that meant milder winters.

If they got snow, it was a miracle.

When Tori finally got the woman back onto her feet, something caught her eye.

She actually turned her head and tuned into the sound coming from deeper into the trees.

At first, she thought someone fell and was hurt.

Only, that wasn’t the case.

Tori saw something that seemed out of place.

It was just a fast blur in her peripheral, and immediately, she knew who it was going to be.

The dead.

Out here on the slopes?

When she wasn’t all of the way open, she only got pieces of them, and right now, she was hearing someone call for help.

The instinct kicked in—the one where she helped someone in need.

The sobbing continued.

Opening her doors all of the way, she saw the woman clearer. She was young, pretty, and dressed in a sparkly outfit.

It almost looked like something a stripper or hooker would wear in a fancy hotel to bag and tag a John.

This was weird.

Looking all around, there were a few spirits, but all of them were dressed in snow gear—likely deaths on the surrounding slopes.

This woman was weird because they were on a ski slope. Yeah, this woman didn’t die here skiing.

When she didn’t hear them talking to her, Tori’s friends knew something was up.

“Tori?” Bex asked, touching her arm. “Are you okay? we lost you.”

Tori didn’t look away.

The woman was crying and looking around as people skied past her.

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