Holiday Horror

Table of Contents

Satan Claus.................................................................4

The Jehovah Witness..............................................13

Voices Carry........................................................22

BIRDIE’S THANKSGIVING..................................48

White Terrors..........................................................58

Jingle Hell..............................................................71

Holiday Showdown ....................................................................80

Sammy....................................................................................105

Let It Snow.................................................................................125

Halloween Delights....................................................................162

Season of the Dead........................................................................179

The World Ends at Midnight.......................................................203

Joyous Engagements...................................................................221

Roadside Assistance.......................................................................236

Halloween Night..........................................................................258

Lucky You....................................................................................281

Holiday Horror

Satan Claus

By: TJ Weeks

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‘Twas was the night before Christmas and Johnny Valine had always been a firm believer in Christmas. I don’t mean he would just get into the Christmas spirit and put up a few lights. Johnny was twenty-six years old, he had been living out on his own since he was eighteen, however, he still believed in Santa Claus, the eight tiny reindeer, elves building toys for the children around the world and somehow all presents were delivered out in one night. Every year the day after Thanksgiving, Johnny would put up lights inside and outside of his house that you could see from many blocks away. He would always get the biggest tree he could find.

Johnny was always the type that thought he could catch Santa as he put out all the presents. He was feeling really tired and didn’t want to stay up all night this year, so he decided to booby trap the fireplace, the door and around the tree.

Johnny was confident in his traps so finally decided to head on to bed.

The digital clock flipped 2:01am when Johnny cracked his eyes open. There was no sound to be heard. He set up on the side of his red and green comforter covered bed, slipped on his Christmas tree colored night shoes and stood up. Creeping down the wooden stairs lit up by small blue and white Christmas lights wrapped around the black banister, as quiet as he could he peered into the living room. The booby traps were still in place. Nothing had been touched, so he made his way back to bed.

Johnny’s digital clock flipped 3:00am when a huge crash sound came echoing throughout the house. This time Johnny laid still and stiff in the bed. Even though Johnny has always wanted to catch Santa red handed, he could not find the will to move or break the fear to go check.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! He could hear as someone was coming up his stairs. Johnny pulled the Christmas colored covers up over his face as he heard his bedroom door creak open. He could hear heavy deep breathing.  I CALLED THE POLICE, THEY’RE ON THEIR WAY! Johnny called out since he didn’t know what else to do.  The sound of the breathing went silent as he slowly pulled the covers down staring immensely toward the door. It was still very dark so he couldn’t make out any figures.

Johnny laid his head back as he started breathing deep and heavy when he noticed a pair of glowing red eyes standing over him. Before he could let out a full scream he lost consciousness from a hard bludgeoning blow to his head. Even though Johnny couldn’t seem to wake himself up, he could still feel himself being dragged off the bed as his limp body collided with the floor. He could feel his shirt rising as the floor pulled it up as he was being dragged by his feet. Each step his head bounced off of the floor awoke him a little more, but still not enough to open his eyes yet.

When Johnny’s eyes finally found the strength to open he was lying on the long oak kitchen table with his hands, feet & waist bound to the table. He had a gag tightly restraining his mouth. There were bright colored gift wrapped boxes on the table on both sides of his body.  Ha ha, you got me. I trapped you now you leave me trapped with my presents. He thought for a minute.  THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! He heard footsteps getting closer. Johnny’s whole body stiffened in fear.

As the figure came into sight Johnny could see the glowing red eyes, red suit lined with white fur and full cotton white beard. He wasn’t the jolly man that everyone imagined. His face was decayed, his teeth were jagged and brown and he stood about seven foot tall.

Santa started licking his lips as he started running his right hand over Johnny’s face. Johnny started tensing up as Santa gripped his black leather glove around his neck. Santa let out a deep chuckle as Johnny gasped for air. Right as Johnny started feeling like his adams apple was going to collapse Santa released his grip.

Santa grabbed a red wrapped present with a green bow and placed it on Johnny’s stomach as he started opening it. It was a black and white iron. Santa threw the empty box to the side and didn’t hesitate plugging it in. It didn’t take any time for the steam to start blowing out. Santa brazed the top point of the iron across Johnny’s cheek. Johnny tried squirming. Santa let out another deep chuckle as he placed the hot iron next to Johnny’s head. Santa grabbed another present and set it on Johnny’s chest. This one had red and green plaid wrapping and a glittery yellow bow. He opened it and to Johnny’s surprise it was a blue cordless Makita skill saw. He threw the box to the side and started revving up the saw. Johnny started sweating profusely as Santa guided the saw across his fingertips.  A little bit of blood started trickling from Johnny’s fingers. Santa forcefully grabbed his hand, holding it flat on the edge of the table with Johnny’s palm down as he started running the saw blade under his fingernails. Johnny clinched his teeth so hard that his front two teeth chipped out. Santa had blood splatter into his beard. Santa grabbed the other presents and tucked them safely under the decorated tree and placed the iron and saw into the sink. He then grabbed a long serrated kitchen knife and a fork. He placed them next to Johnny’s side then made his way to the cabinet and grabbed a glass; he walked over to the refrigerator, poured a glass of milk, walked back over to the table and sat down. Santa untied Johnny’s injured hand. Johnny was relieved until Santa dipped his fingers into the milk and sucked the meat from the bone. Santa raised Johnny’s arm up and sliced a tendon under his pit. Blood ran over the already stained table and Johnny’s arm lost all feeling. Instead of tying his arm back Santa just left it dangling as he picked up the fork. Santa ran the knife down Johnny’s shirt and started to feast on his stomach. He ate until he ran out of milk then watched Johnny bleed out.

They say to this day all the little boys and girls that wait up trying to catch Santa Claus can still hear the shrieking screams of Johnny.

The Jehovah Witness

By: TJ Weeks

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When you hear a knock on the door do you check the peep hole before answering? Do you think that everyone that stops by brings good tidings to you and your family? Sometimes, just sometimes, there’s a horror rollercoaster waiting on the other side of the door. You hear the stories on the news, you read them in the papers and the stories are expressed by friends. Well this story, this story comes from the journal of the Jehovah Witness.

Oct. 22, 2016

It’s been two weeks since I got off my heroin habit after reading passage after passage from the bible. Not that it really makes sense to me, but it’s got to lead me out of the darkness I have guided my life so deeply in.

Today I applied for jobs that I found in the paper. No calls yet, but I feel I’ll hear back from one of them soon.

Oct. 24, 2016

I can’t take it anymore. Life is so meaningless and still no job. I see all these worthless people slither through life, living in these big houses, driving these nice cars and lying their way into it all.

Oct. 25, 2016

Today I was in McDonalds looking at the dollar menu when a man in a dark suit bought me a meal and handed me twenty dollars. I thought that was awfully kind of him till I flipped over the bill and written in black permanent marker stated GET A JOB! That man didn’t see me as someone to help; he looked at me as trash.

Oct. 29, 2016

I haven’t eaten in a few days and I’ve only had a few sips of water from the water fountain since I was kicked out of the local grocery store because of my hygiene.

Oct. 30, 2016

I hopped a fence in a rich neighborhood to get a drink from their water spigot today. I thought I was going to get caught when I started back over. I could see a man walking up to the house. I jumped over and inched my way to the corner of the house. The man knocked on the door and a young woman answered. Hi, I’m Tom Elliot from the Greenwood Jehovah Witness’s church downtown. I just wanted to stop by and spread the gospel. He stated. The woman agreed and listened to his spill then gave him a homemade apple pie upon him leaving.

A Jehovah Witness...hmmm. This could answer all of my problems.

Oct. 31, 2016

It didn’t work; I was chased away from a man’s house as he screamed at me. If no one will help me, I will help myself.

The date was October thirty-first of two thousand and sixteen (Halloween). The sun had about an hour till sunset and the cool air was starting to set in. Keith Parker made his way to the rich neighborhood. There was a house that had most of their lights on in the house.  That’s the one. If they can afford to waste electricity then they can afford to help me out. He thought.

Keith walked up to the house and knocked.  Who’s there? A mid aged woman responded from the other side of the door. Jehovah Witness. Keith responded.  The lady cracked the door.  Go away! She directed. Keith didn’t wait for the wooden door to close back before he kicked it with full force. The woman flew back crashing through a dark wood glass topped coffee table and slamming her head into the wall. Keith stepped inside before he was seen from any passing by people in the area. A dark haired little girl was sitting on the carpeted living room floor watching television. She jumped from the loud sound of her mother crashing through the table and stared at Keith.

The middle aged woman wasn’t getting up so Keith ran after the little girl. The little girl jumped up and started running as Keith slipped on a small rug placed on the floor. The little girl ran up a flight of steep stairs and locked herself in a bathroom. Keith huffing it up the stairs finally made it to the cream colored bathroom door. He put a hand on each side of the white trim that lined the door and started raising his foot, but then thought more about it.  If she’s upstairs then she’s not going anywhere so that leaves me time to check on the mother. He thought.

As he made it back down the stairs he could see the woman starting to move around a little bit. He walked up and grabbed her by the hair of her head and started dragging her into the kitchen across the white tiled floor searching for some duct tape, rope or something to bind her hands and feet with. He pillaged through the pantry and all the drawers. Keith started turning around when the woman he left in the floor kicked him in the groin. He fell to the floor and the woman caught her feet and started to run, but he caught one of her ankles and she fell back to the floor. A large jagged knife fell from the top of the stainless steel refrigerator. Keith stretched out for it, but the woman got it first. The woman swung the large knife carelessly and luckily caught Keith’s wrist that was holding her ankle. He pulled his arm back and semi rolled over from the pain. The woman didn’t waste any time and leaped onto the man plunging the knife in and out of his chest. Even though Keith had taken his last breath the woman didn’t stop as she was whelped up in tears. Finally she couldn’t lift her arms anymore and fell back.

After catching a little bit of breath she thought about her daughter and pulled herself up by the kitchen counter. Barely climbing up the stairs she made it to the bathroom door.

The little girl had heard all the commotion downstairs and was sure her mother was dead. She picked up a plunger since it was the only thing she could find. She could see the shadow under the door and could see small drops of blood trickle onto the floor. She unlocked the door trying to be as quiet as she could. The copper colored door knob started to turn. As soon as the door came open the little girl charged as fast as she could with the plunger held in front of her. The little girl plunged into her mom before realizing