It's snowing, the wind is howling, and your skin, should you be foolish enough to brave the outdoors unprotected, grows numb with frostbite and the threat of hypothermia. It's wicked. Horrifying, really. The potential for disaster on icy roads, the dangers lurking in a white-out. The anxiety of cabin fever and nerves fraying as the winter months stretch on and on, an unrelenting grayness broken only by white and, maybe, the occasional glimmer of sun against hard-packed snow. You have no idea what's lurking out there, what sounds are masked by the shrieking winds and your eyes squinting shut against the blasts of cold flurries. But maybe you can sense it...that cold, reaching grasp...the stretch of something evil brushing against you, whisper-soft, sending a shiver down your spine and raising the fine hairs all along the back of your neck.
Winter is a time for horror. The Shining. Dan Simmon's The Terror. John Carpenter's The Thing and John Campbell's Who Goes There? H.P. Lovecraft's At The Mountains of Madness.
I need suggestions. Christopher Golden has a new title out that sounds promising, Snowblind. Anybody read this one yet?
What are your go-to winter-time horror picks? Could be anything - books, movies, TV shows. What are the ones that really creep you and turn your soul to frost? Sound off below!