Three days. One cabin. Six friends. And one story they won’t all survive.
Every winter, just after Christmas, they return to the same snow-choked cabin for what they jokingly call the Midwinter Pact: no family, no responsibilities, just three days of stale cookies, bad whiskey, and fading inside jokes.
But this year is different.
Denny’s back—for the first time in two years—and something is wrong. Not tired. Not quiet. Wrong. He’s not the boy who used to make horror movies with ketchup and fake blood. He’s not even the man who disappeared without explanation. He’s... watching. Filming. Waiting.
When a storm seals them inside and Denny proposes a twisted writing game—everyone must tell a holiday horror story—it seems like harmless cabin fever. Until the stories start feeling real. Too real.
Because the snow isn’t just falling. It’s closing in.
And whatever Denny brought with him? It didn’t come alone.
A found-footage novel in prose,Midwinter Pact is a chilling descent into nostalgia, sibling bonds, creeping dread—and the stories that tell us.