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At first, he was just a happy little snowman. We named him Olaf. Big smile, tiny stick arms, nothing strange at all.Then... something changed.He started leaning at a weird angle, like he knew something we didn't. A storm came through, and instead of falling over like a normal snowman, he somehow moved himself. Now he's standing outside our window. Watching.Waiting.That smile? It's not friendly anymore. It feels like a warning.We are officially trapped inside our own house here in Iceland, h