A story of a family trip that takes a chilling turn.
Written by Nina Schmidt
You can read the original story and view the episode art at fullbodychillspodcast.com.
This is an unofficial transcript meant for reference. Accuracy is not guaranteed.
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in my instagram feed. When my dad's grumbling pulled my focus from my phone, the car was stopped at a three way, intersection, one that we and through every year around this time on our way to the stuarts house for christmas dinner to our right are, usual route straight to the freeway, to r after slightly more circuitous meandering one that pass through a handful of powder towns. But now we sat in dublin at the oversized orange sign, blocking the road to the right that red simply detour. The road behind it was now a pile of rubble, dusted and snow urban, and movement apparently abandoned for the holiday without much of a choice. We veered off our usual half keeping laughed at the fork. Instead of right for much longer
It will take us my mom wrung her hands due to flee punctual under all circumstances. I turned to look out the back window watching the snow eddy in our wake. As the intersection receded from view my head snapped back and hit a pothole which also apparently jarred the radio to life as the music started. Blaring over the speakers I rubbed my neck absently, I wasn't thrilled about. This teach or extending my time and during my dad's deriving, but I had to admit It- was pretty. The hoof or ass, seemed to shimmer as the snow white sing the trees glittered in the sunset it was so inviting. I almost wanted to walk right into the forest and locked down in the powder. If I could forget that it was a frigid ten degrees out assign raced past outside the window, Elvis three miles.
Canyon, eleven miles carol. Ten fifty six miles the steward slid between nor canyon and carol ten, but on the freeway it usually took us no more than an hour to get there who knew how long it would take us now the trees were interrupted for an instant by road, branching to our right. Martindale laying the sign said we supposed I think we'd go straight until we get the cipher to twenty more. If we can even see through the snow going activity is not appreciated. We're going to get I was going to get there on time and felt cute. Is this little detour? We should start going this way every year. I mean just look at that precious little cottage. She gestured out the front window to the left. The cottage in question sat back from the road a few dozen yards. It would have been hidden by the forest if it weren't for
rays of light reaching out the trees like beckoning fingers strands. strands of light zigzag the roof dangling from the gutters like icicles in draping along the front porch, the house glowed from within two. when needing a warm golden light. The first of static, followed by the sacra notes of oblique midwinter, shocked me from my reverie What's up with my dad pushed the dialed turn it off, but it didn't know bay. I guess it's christmas spirit, my eyes, the soft pink of sunset was beginning to turn the lavender grave dusk ass. The snow continue to swirl falling in clumps. Now, a minute later, we sped pass something illuminated for a flash in the headlights was partially obscured by snow, but I could just
make it out Elvis three miles no canyon, eleven miles carole fifty six miles how much closer where we now I try to remember the distances from the earlier sign, but nothing I opened my mouth to ask my parents whether they remembered, but they both started coming along contentedly to that of noxious christmas song and didn't look like evade, be much help. Then some else flashed in the headlights. The road sign read. Martin, nearly died. We just passed that road martindale lane. I think we might have taken a wrong turn: sweetie,
if taking any turns, I'm sure there are a lot of back roads in this neck of the woods he winked at me. In the rear view mirror, but it was more annoying than reassuring, then glowing in the distance. I spotted something that confirmed my suspicions. Yeah. We definitely taken a wrong turn. but there was only the sound of snow tyres on the road and the radio minutes went by and I contain the I told you so building inside of me so are you ready to admit that I was right and we did just pass martindale lane for the second time what're you talkin about, he turned the volume down to hear my response. First, that road then, like five minutes later that cottage, with all the lights. That's exactly the same as earlier. It's the holidays. Lots of people have christmas lights. I waited for my mom to back me up
She just continued staring out. The window night had fully fallen now, and there was no indication that the snow would let up anytime soon. I really hoped we weren't lost, we hit another pothole and the radio was roused back to it's wish to annoy us to death with the bleak midwinter over and over over, or rather just annoying me to death. My parents were in the front seat bobbing their heads to the music like they already have.
Thus there was nothing but blindingly white snow, but out of nowhere, a dark silhouette ran through the road that my dad french, the steering wheel to his side, narrowly avoiding a collision. As my mom and I saw the my seatbelt walking as the it was silent, save for our gasping breaths in that fucking christmas song. Crane my neck toward the rear window, or at least as much as I could, when my seat belts still holding me in a vice grip strain my eyes for any sign of what had just almost run us off the road, but just swirling snow bathe fluorescent in the telling everybody. Ok, I nodded mutely still to shock to form words for seven years,
I didn't know what it was, but that hadn't been dear and he knew he started the carp again driving much slower than before, and we settled into a dazed site near silence. I looked out the window. Stun registering only vague detail another mileage sign and others road another little house about ten minutes later the quiet was broken by my gas elvis three miles: no canyon, eleven miles. Caroline, fifty six miles. I think that was the same signs before were still eleven miles from north canyon. My mom twisted in her seat squinting her eyes at the back window. Sure it was the same sweden was it the same. One was I sure, but then
A few yards ahead of us martin daily. Yes, I'm sure she turned to my dad aren't getting turned We try to get this right up a whole seal I catch to twenty. As you, ladies promise, you won't blame me if we get lost, he gave me up We did only half kidding, look in the rear view, mirror and hope to write. This reeled wasn't much different from the last, but the mood in the car had shifted palpably.
My dad managed to dodge a pothole. Once the radio shuddered then stopped. The monotony of the landscape was broken by some fearing tire tracks in the snow. Finally, a sign of civilization. Then I saw something up ahead that made my guts twist Elvis three miles: Noel canyon, eleven miles carrollton fifty six miles. We were all paying attention now. Could we, by some geographical miracle, be the same distance from l, vil, Noel canyon and carrollton, as we were when we passed a sign that read the exact same distance fifteen minutes ago, even as I tried to rationalize the sweat was beating on my upper lip, I focused every bit of my mental energy on willing us to not be lost in a snowstorm on christmas eve and then just ahead on the right. Martin daily we'd taken a ninety degree, turn driven straight and ended up back at the same turn off as if, echoing our fears, the car jolted and started to shudder. The I don't have any substance me. Neither capitalism it's too cold to turn off the heat. Then we spotted a familiar glow when the trees up ahead or good done. The pit will just pull over and ask this the rest of the stores we can't spend to drive in this, and they probably put the boys to bed by the thought of being under the covers, and the Stuart's cozy guest bedroom was almost too tantalizing to imagine. The cars clanking and grinding got louder as we approach the cabin the ultra blame will get throat either way we're going to get out of this mess before his words were reassuring, but as the wind picked up outside, they didn't bring me much comfort. My dad steered us to the shoulder the car rolling to a stop or I'll blow up everyone going to get mad cause. We donned our layers, all of them and braced ourself, to open the doors or one. The scrambled out of the car. The wind biting with razor sharp teeth instantly touched any exposed skin the wind tore at my hair, with a vengeance that felt personal turning the strands into icy whips that thrashed. At my face my eyes, I've lived through plenty of snowy winters, but this call was different. This call was a third degree burn, a biting chill that encountered no barrier between dagger, like fingers and my very bones, as we reached the tree line, the snow deepened and I paused and looked towards my parents for reassurance. My dad was full steam ahead racing towards the house had ducked into the wind. My mom met my eyes quickly and grabbed my hand. She yelled something to me, but I couldn't hear her over the screaming wind. I just gripped her hand tighter, plunged a foot into the snow and focused on getting to that cottage. Our cheerily blowing north star just a few yards away. The drift was merely for my knee and it felt like trying to wade through tar. The snow held, tighter and tighter we step, but I pushed forward my thigh burning with effort. I was fighting hard to get to that house, but it didn't seem getting closer and by the looks of it my dad hadn't made much more progress. I walked back towards the car but found that I could barely make out through the trees. We must be getting further than I thought that he didn't turn around. When I look back again, the car had disappeared. I felt my mom's hand drop my mom come on. We have to keep going. I looked over my shoulder and my heart. Shuddered her lips were a deep blue eyes, glassy half hidden under the thick lashes, which were now coated with froth. Worse than my violent shivering, she was uttered still ic tear chilton from the inside. I looked towards my dad again but as I sucked in a burning breath to call his name yet again, my gas caught in my throat he wasn't moving either to spend it Mitch tried. His gaze still on that cabinet seemed to recede further into the woods with each heartbeat. I felt a sub building in my chest, but as it bubbled to my lips, I found that I didn't have the energy or will to crochet. I was just so cold.
the The bodies of a family of debris from rock ridge were found christmas day off of serious road after a passer by notice their abandoned car and called the authorities they were founded, deepen the woods having died from a mere and exposure. Investigators are left wondering why this family would have pulled over in the middle of nowhere left the safety of their car and hiked into the woods bring a snow storm when they were just minutes outside of Elvis it's a tragic mystery that will likely puzzle locals for many christmases com.
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