Hello again Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the strangest,

spookiest tales on earth.

Today is another Ivy's chilling tale.

This frostbitten tale story Club members might make you not mess with the ice-bound deceased.

It's one that I call Frozen Dead Dude.

We'll be out for a few hours, Michael's mother said.

We're going on a little nature walk.

You guys are welcome to accompany us if you like.

Nah, Michael and I both said it at the same time.

A nature walk sounds like too much fun, Michael added with a sarcastic tone.

I don't think we could handle that much excitement.

Fine.

There are pizza pockets out in the garage freezer, his mother said with a sigh.

Warm up some lunch in the microwave.

And then Michael's parents were gone, out the door and headed up the snowy trail, hand

and hand.

Michael's parents' winter home was about 60 miles from town, up in the mountains.

After an hour later with nothing to do, Michael and I decided to go outside and have a snowball

war. For about 20 minutes in the cold, we hurled snowballs at each other, from behind trees,

snow banks, and from around the corners of the

cabin. As I was retreating away from Michael, his snowball zipping past my frozen ears like buzzing

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