Christmas Horror

I realised that I am a little sick.

This is the holiday season and everywhere you go, you see hordes of people walking about, rushing here and there preparing for Christmas, shopping for presents, etc. Instead of joining them in the joy of the upcoming holidays, I went on the internet to find horror Christmas stories so that I can dampen (or attempt to dampen) my readers' mood for celebration.

I found nothing.

When i said horror, i was thinking of murders at back alleys during celebrations, Santa Claus turning into a werewolf and eating up little children, vampires making use of christmas parties to find their feed, etc.

Instead, what I got was how little children freaked Santa out by crowding the latter for presents, scary christmas movies and musicals, etc. The only "horror" story I got was how a "ghost floated to Buckingham Palace with a bunch of witches, became human and got killed by the Queen." Erm, this was told by a kid.

So you can imagine, i was bummed.

As such, I decided to write a horror Christmas story myself in order to achieve my aim.

*evil laughter*

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Christine looked at her watch. It's eleven o'clock. Her dad had not come home from work and he has missed Christmas dinner. It was rare that her father did not call to keep her informed of the traffic that was holding him up, or the last minute report his jerk boss wanted. Every year until she was twelve, Daddy would dress up as Santa, come home by 7, and they would enjoy dinner together. He stopped doing that after her mother was killed by a mugger while coming home from Christmas shopping.

Anyway, Christine was getting anxious and while she worried for her Dad, she was also concerned about the party that was going on in Jason's apartment. Jason, her best friend, is holding a party and by now, half the alcohol would have been consumed. So would the marijuana.

Christine decided that Daddy must be held up by traffic and left a note, beside the sock she hung by the fireplace, before she left for the party.

"Sorry I gotta run, Dad. Call me when you get home. We'll have dinner tomorrow, yeah? Luv you. - Chrissy. "

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As the cab pulled up, Christine noticed a commotion on the sidewalk. Several people were crowding around a particular spot but Christine couldn't tell what was happening. She didn't bother to check it out as she was dying to join the party upstairs.

The loud music from the apartment can be heard even from the lobby. Christine hurried up the stairs in anticipation of the fun she was gonna get. As she walked along the halls, the music started to get louder.

She opened the door to his apartment.

The loud music was on, but it appeared "liveless".

She walked into the living room, to find the stereo blasting but there was no one in sight.

"Jason?"

She ventured into his room and found no one. There were a few bottles of beer lying on the floor. The entire room was in a mess, as if an orgy had taken place earlier on.

Christine walked around the apartment looking for signs of people but found nothing.

Her mobile phone rang.

"Hey, Jay here. We're at St. Paul's hospital now."

"What happened?"

"I don't know ... We were having fun when Pete juz sort of went crazy and started biting people."

"He what???!"

"He bit!! He fucking tried to bite me! That dude was crazy! I managed to dodge him but Jen's got it quite bad. He got her on the neck. I think it's probably the alcohol or the pot or something .... She's still in ER right now."

"Anyone else hurt? I'll be there soon."

"No no. Don't bother. The police is here. You'll be stuck here all nite if you come down here."

"Oh. Alrite then. Call me as soon as you have news yeah?"

"Yeah. See ya."

*Hangs up*

Christine, disappointed that the party had ended on such an abrupt manner, decided to head home.

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As she left the building, she noticed that the crowd by the side walk had dispersed. There was no cab in sight. Hell, there was almost no one in sight. Except for the old man who laid quietly beside the garbage chute, covered with newspapers.

As she stood by the pavement waiting for any possible cabs to pass by, she heard some noise. It was like a person dragging himself on the floor. She turned around. There was no one. Seconds later, she heard the sound again. It was getting closer by the second.

Then ....

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Okay, I decided to stop here. I already have an idea on what is going to happen and how this story would end. But I would love for you people to make your guesses and perhaps add some spice to the plot. Remember, it's supposed to be a horror story. So don't tell me it's going to be "happily after". Unless in a gruesome manner. Told you I'm a little sick.

Oh, and, happy x'mas, everybody. Let's hope all of u will have a story to tell after the holidays.