This is a horror story.
The Burning Snow:
It was a cold, cold night. Michael was a person who lived in a cabin in the wilderness of Siberia. He was often horrified when he heard a ghost story. This is one story he heard:
On a cold, bitter night, a girl ran through the Wilderness. Her mother abandoned her and her father died. Her name was Ana.
Eventually she was so overcome in grief she became insane. Ana was close to committing suicide but then thought-"Everyone must have to live like this! I hate my life! I HATE IT!"
And she became a Skitzelfranic killer. Ana grew up to be a murderer.
One day, realizing her wrong doings, Ana jumped off a mountain. That was how she died.
People say that they see a girl trudging through the snow. Trudging. Trudging. Trudging.
Of course, it was only a story. Or was it?
Michael returned home after school. Something fell over him. Micheal turned-
Oh no.
There were a bunch of bones-and they were set on fire. But that was impossible! There was snow everywhere! He was lucky they didn't burn him.
Wait- The bones had fallen off of a-a-a mountain. Just like-
Uh-oh. These were the bones of Ana.
To be continued...