James looked forward to every winter season. It was tradition for James to make snow angels, ride down the little hill in his backyard on a sled and build his annual Frosty the Snowman. Each year James changes his attire. When he was four it was your classic snowman with a bright orange carrot and pebble eyes. The following year James had joined the community football team. So James put his helmet on top of its head and craftly placed the football on its side by making a hole and pushing it into the snow. Last year James dressed the snowman up as a cowboy. Wearing his dad’s ranch hat and put a little piece of wheat in its mouth. Now this year James had just turned seven and developed a special interest in building after his dad and him crafted a bird house for his mom. He was super excited when his dad let him saw a piece of the wood all by himself. Wearing a helmet and gloves of course. So James decided to put his orange builders helmet as the topper and put his dad’s saw in its hand. James’s bedroom window looked out onto the front lawn so he was only able to take a quick glimpse whenever he wanted. James’s mom had tucked him into bed, kissing his forehead goodnight and leaving with the special request of leaving the door slightly cracked. James loathed being fully in the dark, which is why he loved his room so much. It overlooked his front lawn that was always lined with some type of lights and during Christmas his mom went above and beyond. James threw his head down onto the pillow and was out within minutes. After being woken by a loud crash, James rose and peaked outside his blinds and everything seemed to look normal. “Hmm, must have been the leaves I guess”, James silently thought to himself. So he laid his head back down to rest. When he turned over and tucked in he noticed the room go dark. James peaked outside his window again and noticed how all the lights outside had flickered then dimmed. He then fully rose out of bed, his feet flinching after touching the cold wooden floor. James inched towards his window and lifted his arms up to spread the curtains open completely. The lights were on but dim. He studied the lawn, rotating his head slowly from right to left. After fully packing a complete scope his head flashed back to the right. In this moment he realized Frosty the Builder, the name he had decided on this year, was no where to be found. The lights flickered. James instantly jolted backwards a step. His eyes widenening and heartbeat accelerating. The lights then began blinking rapidly, causing James to feel dizzy. BLACK! Everything went dark. James’s heart at full sprint speed, slowly walking backwards towards his bedroom door. Eyes wide and locked on the black void in front of him. “SCREECHH.” James hears an unbearable sound causing him to shield his ears with his hands, using them as ear muffs. James slowly lifts his head and takes a step forward. Narrowing his eyes to try and make out what it is he was looking at. He could feel something there but still didn’t have enough light to see. When the colorful Christmas lights turned back on, Frosty the Builder was staring at him with a twisted grin and saw in hand slowly sliding it across the window. Them tapping it three times.