The snow came early to Salish Hollow on October ninth and didn't stop. The people of the mountain valley began walking out of their beds at night. Barefoot, in their nightclothes, headed north into the dark. Their footprints led into the timber and ended at empty clearings where the snow lay unbroken. A long-form first-person horror narration in the tradition of Stephen King's THE STAND, told by a lifelong insomniac who survives because he cannot sleep. Slow-burn cosmic horror, small-town atmosphere, deep dread.