A thick layer of mist coated the intense night. In the distance a pair of burly boots stood dominant on a vast roof. A loud, menacing step was taken, followed by a vicious cackle, which sent shivers down the spines of others. The darkness spread throughout making it hard to observe the anonymous character.
The mist spread thinly. Now in clear view, the towering figure grasped the thin chimney, which stood before him. His elongated fingers wrapped around the tall, hard chimney with a fierce clasp, it’s claws dug straight deep within the solid bricks. Spindly legs followed the stretched hands. It’s extensive body slithered easily down the never-ending black hole. The boots reached steady ground, with a large thud. A cloud of soot now circled the anonymous figure.
He edged forwards into the dimly lit room the only source of light was the lights blinking rapidly from the over decorated Christmas tree. It was clear now what stood there in its burly boots. A tall, menacing figure dressed in deep red, tall and withering. The figure seemed somehow emotionless.
The draping figure stepped closer and closer to the cheerfully bright Christmas tree. A bright white light shone straight from the tree and stretched right across character’s hollow face. A hat lay on the head of the being, a dark, blood red hat, with a dirty, furry white rim. The head within this hat, was not really a head, it was a decaying skull of the dead famous Santa Clause.
It was not the typical Santa kids are told about. This Santa was in fact quite the opposite. The Santa we all know had the glistening blue eyes, the rosy red cheeks with the jolly smile, the long snowy white hair, the famous beard, and the rolling body. Instead this figure had hollow eye sockets, an evil mystifying smirk, little wisps of black hair dangling from within the hat and no body. He was an ancient rotting skeleton. It seems wrong calling the figure Santa, seeing as how we know this being to be not what it is.
He Crept up the stairs, whistling a familiar tune, “Jingle Bells”, his outrageously long hands clasped the doorknob. He turned it, slowly entering a little girl’s paradise, he moved so delicately, like he was floating. A cold chill now nestled within this room.
Santa walked closer to the bed, his narrow arms, outstretched fingers flexing, waiting to grab an unsuspecting victim. This victim, being a poor innocent little girl. Santa was still gently whistling “Jingle Bells”. His decapitated fingers clasped the neck of the newly found victim. A final terrifying scream now drifted within the air.
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I remember this! Well done, very creepy and descriptive!
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Well now on Christmas I will sleep with my shotgun and holly water net to the bed, Santa is dead. bummer. I was hoping for a motercycle this year I guess that is out of the question. Hey great story well written and well thought out. I like it allot I hope you keep writting and finish some of the works in progress.
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hmmm yes!!!!once again very descriptive ...u did fail to mention that Santa lives in Lappland which is in Finland which is the best country in the world and that Santa drinks reigndeer blood not milk or whisky but aside that it was very well done!!!!!!!!!!!i loved the "dead famous" bit...how ironic chuckle and it sort of reminded me of the nightmare before christmas cross an actual horror movie with strangling involved.
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that was great. the description was great. the imagrey was great. basically the entire thing was great. keep up the GREAT work...
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Interesting. Somewhat repetetive, but good imagery. Failed to scare me, but I guess I'm a cynic when it comes to Santa.
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Wow. What a great way to take regular stereotypical Santa completely in the other direction. lol. I loved it. And it's so true, if Santa were still alive today I think he would look something like that. Excellent detail and imagery. You seem to have a very creepy interesting style which is so awsome! And I can't wait to read more of your work.
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lol well thats a damper on christmas!! hehe
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Awesome ... Love the description, and all of the really sinister imagery. I love stuff like this. I can see your Christmas spirit ... and it's decayed. Good job!
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Wow... very creepy. Really good though! I like it when characters who are usually all happy and stuff are all creepy and well... might I say... disgusting? In the visual sense. I have a thing against skeletons...
LELMX -
Great imagery in this story
It was indeed a dark write but even I do those every now and then
I liked this one, different and unique
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Susan~~~ -
'He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake...' *shudder* I'm glad I don't believe in Santa. Really, the thought of some old man watching me all the time then breaking into my house at night and eating all the snacks we happen to leave out is a scary one. Good story, though you may wish to read through it again and reduce some redundancies such as 'the dimly lit room' 'dim lights'. Very spooky....
-Chari :-)
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