Amityville 1920 His arms and legs are belted to the white metal bed frame, nobody has checked on him in hours even though he’s hoarse from calling for their help, and he’s soiled himself twice during their long absence. But it’s snowing outside, big, heavy flakes that fall quickly past the bars of his window with suicidal grace, and so Edmund smiles because he has loved snow since he was a child, especially at Christmastime
