It was January 27th, school had just ended and Harry and I were driving home. Snow was coming down really hard when we pulled out and the roads were getting slippery. We were two miles away from home when suddenly, the engine started sputtering. Harry immediately pulled over to the side of the road and had me get out. He popped the hood and did a little tinkering. “Dammit!” he cursed. “The engine’s frozen.” “Can you fix it?” I asked while shivering in the cold. Harry put his head down and shook it. “No way. I need the toolbox in Dad’s garage and even if I had it with me right now, the strength of the storm combined with the current temperature is gonna undo my job.” I pulled out my cell phone. “Hold on,” I said, “I’ll call Dad and tell him what happened so he can come get us.” “Good idea.” Harry agreed. “In the meantime, I’ll call the auto shop and see if we can get the car repaired.” 5 minutes later, we got no where. My phone had three bars and I couldn’t get anyone. Harry had the same problem. “There must be ice on the power lines,” I concluded. “I’m not getting anyone. Even my texts aren’t sending.” “Well, we are two miles away from home,” Harry said. “We should walk back and see if Dad’s home. Then we’ll tell him what happened.” “What if someone steals the car?” I asked. Harry put his hands on my shoulder, “Mary, I don’t give a damn about the car right now. My main concern is you. We’re out here, freezing our asses off and if we don’t get help soon, car thieves will be the least of our problems. We need to get back home, find out where Dad is, tell him what happened, and we’ll deal with the car once the storm clears up.” I wanted to protest but the increasingly cold weather immediately proved his point. “Okay,” I resigned and we began to make our way home.
We were walking in the storm for over an hour and we didn’t see anything that indicated that we were close to home. Nightfall didn’t help much either. We were so cold that we held on to each other to conserve body heat. I was about ready to accept my fate and let the storm freeze us to death, but Harry refused to give up. We were so lost that Harry decided that we should find a place to stay for the night. We walked around for another 30 minutes but then, we saw lights in the distance. We waddled forward as fast as our frozen legs could carry us and saw a small house with so much lights, it could’ve been an airport runway. Harry knocked on the door and we hoped for the best. The door opened and we saw a middle-aged woman standing in front of us. She saw us and immediately smiled a rather creepy smile. My heart turned to ice and shattered.