The Frozen Scream

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Summary

In the quiet Scottish town of Brackenfell, nothing ever happens—until a woman is found dead in the woods, her body turned to something like stone. A year later, fifteen-year-old Lavish Calder can’t shake the memory of a scream she once heard echoing through those same woods. The town has since become a morbid tourist attraction, its population swelling with outsiders who want to see the site of the strange death. But for Lavish, Brackenfell doesn’t feel like home anymore, it feels watched. When a new girl named Carla arrives from California, bringing her bold, effortless charm and a camera always in hand, she drags Lavish, her best friend May, and her cousin George into the one place Lavish swore she’d never return: the woods. What begins as a thrill-seeking adventure quickly curdles into fear when Lavish hears that same scream again—faint, familiar, and calling her by name. Now, as Brackenfell grows restless beneath its fog and whispers, Lavish starts to suspect that the forest isn’t haunted by ghosts at all, but by something far older, something that remembers her.

Genre
Mystery
Author
Evere Eve
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
7
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Prologue


Prologue

It was a gray afternoon in 2024 when Lavish heard the scream. A woman’s voice, sharp, distant, echoing from somewhere deep in the forest.

She stopped in her tracks, her schoolbag slipping a little from her shoulder. For a moment, she thought she’d imagined it. The wind often played tricks in Brackenfell’s woods. But then it came again, faint, trembling, unmistakably human.

Before she could move closer, a voice called her name.

“Lavish!”

May was standing by the roadside, holding a small paper bag from the bakery. “Half is yours!” she said, tossing a piece of bread toward her.

Lavish caught it, the warmth seeping into her palms. “It’s still hot,” she said with a small smile, tearing off a bite.

Then, another scream — closer this time.

“Did you hear that?” Lavish asked, her voice low.

May froze. The smile faded from her lips. “What was that?”

Lavish felt an odd mix of fear and relief, fear that it was real, and relief that she wasn’t the only one hearing it. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

The wind shifted, carrying the last trace of the scream through the trees — and then, only silence.