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Write a horror or thriller version of a classic Christmas tale.
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The time was 3:42am and i had been awoken from some strange noises coming from downstairs. It was just me and my mum living together my dad had passed a few years ago and we had moved away from our old house. The floor boards creaked from downstairs and I could here the jingles of bells clashing together every few minuites. “Mom, is that you?” I questioned at the top of the stairs, my eyes half sh...
A noise startled me awake. I lay in my bed, holding my breath, ears straining. Chink chink, a metallic clanging. Clank, clank, the sound of metal scraping across the corrugated steel roof. On any other night, the sounds would have terrified me. But tonight, I suddenly became a believer. Maybe he WAS real? Could it be? Was Santa really here? On my roof?
I listened carefully, excitement building i...
“O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! How lovely are thy branches…” My kidnapper sang as he sliced off my brothers arm to add to the tree, as he cried out. My father had lost his legs and his arms, and my mother the same, though her head was the star. My father weeped as he looked at his wife. My arms and legs were complete, tho not for long.
“Not only green in summer’s heat, but also winter’s sno...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with dread,
For we knew that tomorrow we still would be dead.
The children were nestled, all trembling with fear,
While sinister shadows whispered in their ears.
And mamma in her shroud, and I in my tomb,
Had just settled our souls in our eternal gloo...
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...