When the worst winter in living memory buries a valley in silence, the snow doesn’t just fall – it stands up. Overnight, seven-foot faceless figures appear in every yard, with no footprints leading to them and every smooth white head tilted toward a house. As the storm cuts the town off from the world, people and animals begin to vanish, the snowmen grow heavier and more human, and the thaw reveals what the cold was really building inside those hollow bodies.

Christmas doesn’t always start with carols and cocoa- sometimes it starts with missing kids and blood in the snow. When a wave of disappearances hits town, every case has one thing in common: a grinning little elf on a shelf that won’t stay put. As bodies show up gutted like decorations and children begin to act like they’re taking orders from something on the mantle, the town learns the hard way that the elves aren’t watching for Santa… they’re making a list of their own.

The sheep don’t blink anymore, and the grass never stops breathing. A boy in a blue coat plays a flute carved from someone’s missing mouth, and the sound pulls children into the dark like threads through a needle. The village left, but the field didn’t. Now it waits — hungry, listening — for the next voice foolish enough to make a sound.