Write a horror or thriller version of a classic Christmas tale.
The elderly man’s red and white Santa hat placed him at the scene of a mass grave site. The villagers knew him well, so well that he became known as Father Christmas. He was rumored to give children gifts and also known for his outlandish stories and tall tales, but this time he was unable to reason his way out of his predicament.
Parents found that their children were not arriving home when the...
“Never talk to santa.” The little boy had nodded at the words of his mother.
“Don’t worry mother, I won’t, I don’t even know this santa!”
“Ok, just don’t talk to strangers”
“Ok mommy” he had replied, now, exploring the outdoors he encountered a man. The man had white hair, and was wearing a red outfit, chains connected his arms to the rock below.
“Hello little boy.”
“Mommy says I’m not allowed ...
‘‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flat not a creature was stirring not even a rat. I lay up in waiting through the dark winter’s night staring into the outhouse with its bleeding candle lights.I thought of my sister alone in her bed,hallucinating of creatures that danced around her head.The frost blew past the windows in towers like smoke enough to make a healthy man stumble a...
Little Johnny placed the worn and torn top hat on his freshly made snowman. He had to stand on his tippy toes to push it onto its head.
He stepped back to admire his final product. The snowman was classic, three large coals for buttons that he had taken from his dad’s charcoal bag in the garage, some more coal for his mouth, sticks that branched out at the ends to look like hands, a pointy carro...
Yellow tinted streetlight, smudged into a warm haze by the settling snow, illuminated the pathway through the park - usually cast into shadow at this late an hour.
Cutting through the park would knock a good 15 minutes off this trek home, he’d already been walking for 45 minutes and with the warmth from the streetlights being solely an illusion, he made up his mind and dug his hands deeper into h...
The elf on the shelf was as quiet as can be
staring right at me
Black eyes by day
brighten while I lay
Crawling all the day long
while we all sing a Christmas song
I wake up in my lace
as it stares into my face
It never goes
even when I bring out my toes
This horrid elf on the shelf
will want to kill oneself...
‘‘Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse,
For the green and the red,
Unbalanced this year,
Instead of excitement,
It spread only fear,
The children were lying,
In their beds yes that’s true.
However they lay there,
Their faces all blue,
The red on the covers,
And across the green wall,
Sent thorough shivers,
All through the h...
It was a long time ago. Back when I was about twelve years old, maybe even younger. My family and I were going through a rough time. My grandma passed away and my aunt was paralyzed from a stroke, and one of my cousins went through a miscarriage.
It was so bad that I started to have panic attacks every once in a while. But needless to say, I was still excited for Christmas. It meant that all my ...
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
While some children snuggled up tight in their bed, sleeping soundly.
Parents leaving a plate of milk and cookies for the jolly man himself.
But in reality,
Not everyone’s Christmas Eve was that great,
Somewhere out there, their are poor children laboring away to make toys,
They are shackled to the cold hard ground.
They sleep with one eye open, becaus...
Haneul, alone on Christmas Eve, received mysterious gifts—a dark echo of holiday cheer. Each parcel unveiled a sinister snapshot of her life: a shattered ornament, a faded love letter, a blood-stained glove.
»Midnight reveals it all.«
As the clock struck twelve, shadows danced in her apartment.
Whispers of forgotten sins echoed.
The final gift exposed a cracked mirror, reflecting her fear-strick...