It never mattered what time of year it was, when night fell it would snow and the snow always brought company. Being in the higher floors of the university's accommodation towers I always felt safe and distanced enough from the snow that I rarely bothered to barricade myself in like everyone on the lower floors did.
Not that it helped them physically, the snow and its company didn't seem to have enough manners to understand that a locked door is a barrier specifically meant to keep them out. They either phase through them or break them down and both happen often enough that we're all quite used to waking up to the sound of sirens alerting us that they've taken someone else.
It's become a trend recently for everyone on the lower five floors to appeal to the rest of us for shelter and safety every night. They don't seem to understand that the less people the snow and its company find on the lower floors, the higher up they'll travel until the find enough to satisfy them for the night.
Never the same number twice, I've noticed. Some days they'll take one or two and other days an entire floor will be decimated. The thing about students is that there are always enough fresh and desperate ones to take the suspiciously cheap rent and think of it as a miracle rather than a trap.
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