Snow in the Cellar

A forewarning! A Nor'easter is approaching, a ripple affect, I never had imagined. It was Feb 5, 1978 and a black ash cloud hovered above the City's outer edge. I suspected something wicked was coming. I noticed a steady stream of snow falling as a winter scream rang out. An unfamiliar smell that reeked of a venomous disgruntled thing in my cellar. A number of misunderstandings which bred a life of its own, footprints of evil. I recognized the danger signs, but was too young to see the truth. Mother's voice was brisk, crisp, and stern, but I heard a different sound, a sound of...SNOW IN THE CELLAR