It is winter break during her first year of college, and Sarah Davies is excited to leave for her cross-country ski trip in North Dakota, traveling by bus with her cousin, Meagan, and friends, Brad and Ali. She boards the bus, quickly falls asleep—and then has a horrifying nightmare that she is buried alive. As she awakens with a start, Sarah is relieved to be back in reality, but worries that the dream is a premonition of events to come.
The teens are going to North Dakota to attend a celebration with Brad’s cousin, Holly. Before the special night, the teens set out or a morning of cross-country skiing. With sunny skies and a clear forecast, they believe they have nothing to fear. The weather suddenly changes, however, and Holly’s father never arrives to pick them up. After receiving his distress call, the teens struggle through a violent snowstorm to find him, where they soon discover that Holly’s father is in more danger than they imagined.
As a day of fun transforms into a fast-paced race against time, the teens are forced to embark on a dangerous quest where they all must fight for their survival.
Meagan and I had been invited by Brad’s cousin, Holly, to her parent’s luxury home in North Dakota to enjoy a few days of outdoor winter sports and a formal dinner party with her fiancé, Ryan. It was the winter break during our first year of college and we were thrilled that we could go skiing on the big slopes, but even more than that, we would finally have the opportunity to dress up for Brad and Ali?
Everything was planned so carefully and Meagan and I were excited and ready to go. We boarded the bus in the middle of the night with Brad and Ali, and after the initial excitement of the trip began to wear off, I found the gentle movement of the ride so relaxing that it put me to sleep.
A while later, though, I woke up in a startle with my heart pounding and fear surging through my body from a dream that seemed so real and threatening, that I just wanted to turn around and go back home. I wanted to talk to someone about it but everyone was asleep, and so I leaned back in the seat and tried to recall everything in my mind.
I’m not sure where I was, but I was cold and shaking and the pain that was shooting up through my body was slowly overtaking my senses as I ran into the dark unknown to stay alive. The wind was howling passed my head and the skies began to light up again with another foreboding crackle of lightning. Seconds later, the ground was trembling from the echoes of thunder that sent more chills across my neck.
It seemed as if I was running in slow motion through knee-deep snow that was becoming deeper with every step. There was an overpowering light of some kind that was threatening me and I had no idea what it was, just that I had to escape its clutches before it caught up with me.
Suddenly, there was an explosion that blew me into the air and then shoved me deep under the ice and snow. I screamed for help but no one heard me, and as I struggled to get out the walls of snow slowly closed in on me.
I began pushing and kicking but nothing moved, and then everything went quiet. I couldn’t hear a sound, not even the rampant storm that was raging all around me. My heart was pounding and my ears began ringing out in fear. It was becoming harder to breathe inside this cold, dark tomb that was holding me hostage. I thought of Meagan and the guys, and I began to worry if they would find me in time, or if they would find me at all.
It became difficult to breathe and I was terrified, so I held my breath and then pushed with all my strength to get out, but it was impossible. My lungs began hurting with each breath after that, and my head was getting fuzzy. I didn’t have any strength left and so I collapsed and closed my eyes as the deafening sounds of silence overtook my senses.
Then suddenly, I heard someone laughing in the distance. My skin shivered and I opened my eyes slowly only to realize that I was still on the bus, and that the laughter was coming from two people at the front.
Was this dream a warning of some kind? I wanted to cry because it felt so real, and I couldn’t shake the fear or the horrible sensation of dying alone when I realized that in my dream I had been buried alive.