Gothic Psychological Suspense

In the desolate chill of Fairfield, a small town buried under relentless snowstorms, seventeen-year-old Charlie lives a life of quiet torment. Bullied, isolated, and haunted by his own anger, he decides to channel his pain into creating a snowman, an enormous, grotesque figure mirroring the rage and fear boiling within him. But what starts as a cathartic project soon takes on a life of its own. As whispers of vengeance creep into Charlie’s mind, his snowman becomes more than a creation, it transforms into something dark, ancient, and alive.

Ella Thompson, a geotechnical engineer, arrives in Wirrapara expecting dust, silence, and an abandoned mine site. What she finds is static—on the radio, in the mirrors, and behind her own reflection. Her dog, Casper, senses it first. Then the motel room shifts. The town watches. And memory itself begins to rot. As reality fractures, Ella is pulled into a spiral of echoes, teeth, and voices that don’t belong to her. The town doesn’t want to kill her. It wants to keep her. Shape her. Speak through her.

El narrador intenta convencernos de su salud mental, diciéndonos que lo único que le pasa es que es un poco nervioso porque todos sus sentidos están extremadamente sensibilizados. El anciano con el que vive tiene un ojo azul que está velado, al que nuestro narrador describe como un ojo de buitre. El anciano realmente le cae bien pero odia el ojo de buitre....Hasta tal punto llega a odiar ese ojo que se convierte en una obsesión enfermiza, que le hace imposible no pensar en otra cosa que no sea planificar el asesinato del anciano.