Yuletide Bloodbath: 9 Christmas Horror Stories of Killer Santas, Krampus & Winter Nightmares

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Well, hello, my spookies, Welcome back to our holiday horror binge.
Another Saturday, another long, shivery stretch of stories to keep
you company while the tree glows and the wind claws

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at your windows. Tonight's stocking is stuffed with a father
willing to do something unspeakable for the perfect Christmas. A
lonely road house where blood steams on the snow, a
small town where Santa isn't coming, he's killing. And a

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young woman who feels something with hoofs and thorns slip
in behind her eyes and start making a crampis list
of its own. We've got cheerful home robots who learn
that deck the halls can mean with your insides, dark

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elves and bad decisions on a very silent night, a
twelve day countdown in deep space where the only carols
are the ships dying alarms, a homecoming that turns Christmas
dinner into a reckoning, And a psych ward where the
tinsel hangs limp over restraints and locked doors. So pour

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your cocoa, check those locks, and settle in for another
marathon of Christmas terror, and make sure you're subscribed, because
all December long, brand new shows are dropping every day
until Christmas. I Want for Christmas by Morgan Moore. A

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deathly chill blows through the night as light snow falls
and gently blankets the ground. Cemetery gates creek open another
gust of December wind, blowing out of the hollowed grounds
As they do so. The man who unlocked and opened
the gates removes the key from the lock. In his

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other hand is a shovel. He looks into the cemetery
and takes a deep breath, releasing it along with a
sigh before walking in. The man in question was Jebediah Hawkins.
Jebediah was a grave keeper for the cemetery. He had

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a wife and a little girl. His reason for being
in the cemetery tonight would never be anything of question,
but it was Christmas Eve. Nobody worked in the cemetery
on Christmas Eve or day. Jebediah walked through the cemetery,

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never wavering on his path. He was on a mission tonight,
one he intended to complete. A few days ago, Jebediah
was working a day shift. While he was cleaning in
the funeral home that rested on the grounds, he spotted

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something that took his breath away. It was the body
of a six year old girl, the same age as
his daughter. In her hands was a Tresie doll. Trecie
dolls were the new toy of the year, selling like hotcakes,
coming and going lickety split. Every little girl wanted one,

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including Jebediah's daughter. Like many other parents, Jebediah and his
wife had no luck finding the doll. Their daughter's birthday
went by without her getting one. It broke the Hawkins'
hearts to not be able to get the one thing
their daughter wanted, the one thing she asked for in
a childhood where she rarely, if ever, asked for anything.

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The two agreed that if either of them found a Tressye,
that if they could, they would buy it on the spot. Unfortunately,
their town was small, filled almost exclusively with small cel
phoned stores. Stocks of the doll came and went in
the blink of an eye, and out of town trips
proved no better. The couple had just given up hope

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as Christmas approached, melancholic and ready to disappoint their daughter,
until Jebediah laid his eyes on the Tressy doll clutched
in the dead girl's hands. Tragic isn't it, the undertaker asked. Huh,
Jebediah asked. In response, poor Lass fell off a horse

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she was riding and got trampled to death right before Christmas.
To boot Such a shame, the undertaker explained as he
walked away. Yeah, a real shame, Jebediah answered. The next day,
Jebediah watched as the girl was buried, the Tressie doll

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still in her hands. When he asked why they kept it,
the undertaker told him that girl and doll went everywhere
together like they were the best of friends. Her parents
thought it would be appropriate then that she went off
to heaven with a friend so she wouldn't be lonely.

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It didn't take long for Jebediah to formulate his plan.
Jebediah approached the grave of the little girl, more snow
and wind blew around him, the cold cutting through to
his bones. Am I really about to do this? He thought.

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He wanted to give his daughter a great Christmas, give
her the one thing she asked for.

Speaker 2 (06:22):
Can I do this?

Speaker 1 (06:24):
His answer was an earth piercing yes. As he stabbed
the shovel into the ground. He repeats the action again
and again, throwing snow covered dirt off to the side.
As he works his way deeper into the little girl's grave.
Jebediah's mind blocked out all thoughts of the dead child
he saw only a few days ago, instead conjuring up

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the image of his daughter with the doll playing happily
a few hours from now on Christmas Day. He thought
of him and his wife sitting by the fire come nightfall,
an extra happy Christmas behind them. It was these thoughts
that kept Jebediah busy until he felt the shovel head

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slam into the coffin. Jebediah looked down at the small box.
A gust of wind blew by and threw dirt down
onto Jebediah and the coffin, almost as if the universe
was telling him to stop. I can't stop, not now.

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Jebediah started to stab the coffin with the shovel. As
the head struck the casket repeatedly, wood splintered and flew up.
Jebediah kept at it for minutes before finally punching a
hole through the coffin. He stared down into the breach
and saw the little girl's face and the doll. The

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desperate father tossed the shovel out of the grave and
knelt down beside the coffin. Jebediah gulped as he stared
down at the girl's corpse. He reached into the coffin,
grabbed the doll, and pulled up. Nothing budged. Jebediah tried again,

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but nothing moved. He looked closer as he kept trying
to pull the doll out. The doll was clasped so
tightly in her hands that it wouldn't budge. Every tug
got him nowhere closer to getting the tressy doll. The
night was moving on and the temperature was dropping. Soon

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it would be midnight Christmas. If he didn't get the
doll back home in time, then Christmas would be ruined.
Jebediah braced a foot against the coffin and grabbed the
doll with both hands. He put all his strength into
one big tug. The doll came free, and so did

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the hands of the little girl. Still gripping the doll.
Jebediah stared in horror at the image. He pried the
hands off the doll and threw them back into the coffin.
Jebediah stared down into the hole, into the coffin, and
at the dead little girl, her hands laying on opposite

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ends of her body. The more he looked at her,
the more she started to remind him of his own daughter.
Jebediah felt a tinge of regret for what he'd done.
What if his daughter was dead and someone dug up
her body to get something. He looked down at the doll.

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All of this, all of this fuss over a simple
little doll. Jebediah stretched his arms out, hands trembling as
he told himself he couldn't take it. He closed his eyes,
unable to bear looking at the corpse. The man tried
to conjure up images more pleasant. What came to him

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was the image of his daughter on Christmas morning, playing
with her new Trescy doll. Jebediah opened his eyes and
looked at the doll. He had to go through with it,
he told himself, for his little girl. Sorry, Jebediah said

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to the dead girl. He climbed out of the grave
and set the doll down before picking up the shovel. Quickly,
he filled the hole back up with dirt, grabbed the doll,
and high tailed it out of the cemetery into his
car and sped away into the night. Jebediah knuck into

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his house, being careful not to make too much noise.
He headed to the kitchen and turned on a small
light above the sink. Jeb placed the doll down, took
off his coat, and picked the doll back up with
a flick of his wrist. Jebediah turned on the water
and started to clean the doll. After some time, the

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doll was clean of all dirt and Jebediah managed to
get out some of the stench of earth. He smiled
at the tressy and placed it on the kitchen table.
Now to get you wrapped up, Jebediah said, triumphantly. Jebediah
walked out of the kitchen and started heading to his
wife's sewing room. The grandfather clock in the living room

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struck midnight. It was Christmas. Jebediah stopped as the clock
chimed and looked at the Christmas tree. Suddenly, a microburst
assaulted the Hawkins house. The windows burst open, and wind
and snow assaulted Jebediah. He tried to get to the windows,

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but is throated by how strong the wind is. Next,
he attempted to retreat to the sewing room, but a
gust of wind blew through the windows inside the room
and slammed Jebediah to the ground. He tried to stand up,
but found that he couldn't. Instead, he crawled his way
back into the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, the wind stopped.

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The house felt deathly cold as Jebediah stood up cautiously,
he went to call out for his family, but found
he couldn't due to a tightening pressure on his throat.
Jebediah looked down at his neck and found a disembodied

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hand clasped around it. He grabbed hold of the hand
and tore it off of him, bits of flesh and
blood going with it. Jeb threw it to the ground
and stomped as hard as he could on it, crushing
it in a single blow. A shrill mix of a
cry and laugh rang in Jebediah's ears. He spun around

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to find the ghostly image of the little Girl from
the Grave hovering in his kitchen. Jebediah gasped and disbelief
at what was in front of him. What you're dead,
he cried, Give it back. The spirit demanded give what

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back my friend, the ghastly girl screamed, loud enough to
shatter windows. Jebediah stood confused until he remembered what the
undertaker had said. That girl and doll went everywhere together
like they were the best of friends. Her parents thought
it would be appropriate then that she went off to

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heaven with a friend so she wouldn't be lonely. The doll.
It was that damned doll. Jebediah stared up at the table.
How could a doll have made this happen? He asked himself.
He looked at the girl. You don't understand, my daughter.
She wants it, needs it. You'll have plenty of friends

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up in heaven. Can't you allow a little girl to
know the happiness you.

Speaker 2 (14:27):
Knew with it?

Speaker 1 (14:28):
Jebediah pleaded. The girl answers with her other detached hand,
grabbing hold of Jebediah's face, its nails digging into his flesh.
He grabbed hold of the hand and once more freed himself,
his face bearing gashes that would scar. Jebediah quickly got
to his feet and grabbed the tress doll off the
table and ran from the kitchen. Jebediah ran into the

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living room. As he tried to approach the stairs, the
ghost appeared. She brought down everything she could in the
living room to stop him in his path, books, furniture,
anything and everything. But Jebediah persevered. Finally he reached the
stairs and ascended them to the second floor. The house
started to shake. A deafening cry of anguish and rage

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echoed through the house. Jebediah sprinted towards his daughter's room.
No an avalanche of snow fell upon the Hawkins house.
Jebediah screamed as the force brought down the roof. The
second floor collapsed onto the first, leaving the house completely
and utterly demolished. Jebediah bolted awake, gasping for air. Despite

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the wintry cold, he was drenched in sweat. Honey, what
is it, his wife asked in a panic. She rubbed
the small of his back, and the sensation of feeling
touch brought comfort to him. He looked at his wife
and embraced her in a tight, near violent hug. Missus
Hawkins turned the gesture. Jebediah broke the embrace and ran

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out of their bedroom and into his daughters. She wasn't there. Downstairs,
he exclaimed. Jebediah ran downstairs with his wife not too
far behind him. When they reached the living room, the
couple found their daughter sitting by the Christmas tree. She
turned and looked at her parents with a smile. Jebediah

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sighed in relief. What kept you sleepy heads waiting? It's Christmas?
The daughter said, yes, yes, it is, Jebediah said, with
a huge smile. It was all a dream, he told himself.
Mister and missus Hawkins sat on their couch while their

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daughter began to open presents. Jebediah kissed his wife and
the two shared smiles and I love yous. From the
outside looking in, the Hawkins were having a perfect Christmas.
But outside in a blackened ethereal plane, the little girl

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sat and looked through the roof and into the house.
She grinned, well, Tressy, it looks like we have some
new friends forever and ever. Merry Christmas, she told her doll,
giving it a big hug before returning her gaze to

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her brand new toys. Blood on the Snow by Shane Nigliavanka.
The cold numbed the man's feet. The snow was nearly

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to his knees. There was nobody to be seen. It
was a blizzard on Christmas Eve. Only fools and lunatics
would be on the road tonight. He could have sworn
he'd seen a sign. What the hell was it called
VIA's Roadhouse. He could go for a nice, juicy burger
and some fries, though he really doubted they'd be open.

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I don't think you saw it. The man didn't turn.
He didn't want to give Simon the satisfaction. This is
a fine mess you've gotten us in. Simon moaned, we
should go back. We have a job to do. Away
down the road, the man stopped. An abandoned car sat

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alongside the shoulder, covered by the steady snowfall. Brushing the
snow off the driver's side window, the man peered inside.
The interior was bathed in a faint red hue. The
car was empty, save for a cell phone sitting on
the passenger side seat, a red depleted battery symbol on

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its screen. There were words written on the inside of
the windshield in what appeared to be red lipstick. The
woods are lovely, dark and deep, Simon read. The man
backed away from the car, looking around strange Simon observed,

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Look at the snow. He pointed to the snow in
front of the car. Through the covering of fresh snow,
two sets of footprints were still visible, one from the
car and one approaching. It looks like a struggle, maybe,
Simon noted. Indeed, it looked like a scuffle of some
kind happened where the two sets of footprints came together.

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I think you're right, the man answered. Finally he speaks.
The man ignored his companion. The second set came from
a head, then one left and headed through the woods.
The man was tempted to see where the footprints lay,
but his feet ached and the road promised a glimmer
of shelter and warmth. Angela really wanted to go home,

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not that she had much to go home too in
her little apartment. Yet it was a hell of a
lot better than waiting tables at the roadhouse. Vera was
paying her extra for Christmas Eve, and Angela needed the
money if she was ever going to leave Dylansville. There
was a small group tonight, three regulars, stew the cook

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and Vera.

Speaker 3 (20:34):
Man.

Speaker 1 (20:35):
Look at that shit come down, I think it's nice,
Billy Vera said, gonna have a white Christmas. Billy scoffed,
Fuck Christmas, you're just an old scrooge, the old black
man sitting at the bar said, before taking a shot
of whiskey. Got that right, Marvin, Billy laughed. He won't

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see me wishing anybody a merry Christmas. I remember one Christmas,
the old man mused. For a moment, twenty years back,
we didn't have snow until January. That's global warming for you.
Angela spoke up, Fuck global warming, Billy grumbled. Verus scolded,

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every other word out of your mouth is either fuck
shit or damn well. Hell, I guess I need my
mouth washed with fucking soap. This brought a chuckle from
another of the regulars. Don't encourage him, Donnie Vera said. Donnie,
a heavy set, bald man, sat at the end of
the bar. Earlier tonight, I saw the strangest looking light

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coming out of the woods. Made me feel weird just
seeing it, Donnie said, softly. What it looked like, strange
green color, like nothing I'd seen before. Probably some kids
snowmobile and got fancy new headlights or something, Billy said dismissively.
The front door opened. It banged hard against the wall.

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Startling Angela. A man in a black leather jacket stood
in the entrance, brushing snow off his goatee. Get in here,
he ordered. A woman carrying a young girl entered. She
flashed a meek smile. Warm in here, the woman smiled.
Won't be for long if you keep the door open,

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Billy said, earning a glare from the man. What brings
you folks out on Christmas eve? Vera asked? The woman.
Set the girl down. We were visiting my mother. Ollie
thought we could beat the storm home. Vera sat them
at one of the booths. What can I get you, folks?
The woman looked at the girl. What do you want?

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Hun Uh? Hot chocolate? Vera smiled, can do got a beer?
Ali asked, not tonight? The woman said, you promised. I'll
drink what I want Marie. Marie looked at Vera. I'll
have a hot chocolate too, New folks hungry, I'll have

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Angela bring you some menus. Sure, sure, Alli said, whatever, Hey, Vera.
Donnie spoke up. A hot chocolate sounds good, I'll have
one too. Donnie slid off the barstool he'd been keeping warm,
hafting up his loose fitting pants. He walked over to
the table with the newcomers. Mama, are we going to

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be home in time for Santa? The little girl asked Marie.
I'm not sure, honey. Will Santa still bring stuff if
we're not home? He won't come if you're a bad
girl and keep making noise, Ali warned her. Donnie tried
to make small talk. Quite a night out. Huh terrible,
Marie answered. Donnie smiled and waved to the girl. What's

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your name, little one? Hayley? The girl responded, looking worried.
Why don't you leave us alone?

Speaker 2 (23:56):
Man?

Speaker 1 (23:57):
Allie's eyes narrowed to slits. Your own business?

Speaker 3 (24:01):
Sure?

Speaker 1 (24:02):
Sorry. The door opened again, letting in a whirlwind of snow.
The man stood there at its center. He stepped into
the roadhouse, slamming the door shut in Simon's face. Hey wait,
Simon protested. Before the door closed. The man felt their
eyes on him as he went over to a corner booth.
From here he had a good view of the roadhouse.

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Angela approached him, looking a little apprehensive. Merry Christmas, she smiled,
Can I get you something to drink? Or bring you
a menu? A coke and a cheeseburger with fries and
make it bloody right. She left, and after a moment,
Simon slumped into the seat opposite him, brushing snow from

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his shoulders and hair. Very funny, Simon bitched, I thought,
so order anything for me? No figures. Donnie sidled up
to the man's tas the place is jumping tonight, have
some car trouble. I don't want to do this. Donnie looked, perplexed.

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What don't want?

Speaker 2 (25:10):
What this?

Speaker 1 (25:12):
The man said, talking go away. A heavy set man,
his hair pulled back into a ponytail, leaned his head
out of the kitchen. Verra Angela, why do you get
me some rolls from storage? The man sat watching the
others as he waited for his food. Donnie went back
to his barstool and began talking to Marvin Angela. The

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waitress brought a tray with food and drinks to the
family sitting near the entrance. Another patron, Angela called him
Billy was playing a pinball machine. The man felt the
tiredness creeping up on him. How long had it been
since he'd slept? His eyelids grew heavy as weariness began
to conquer him. His head drooped forward, his eyes snapped

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open and again as a scream ripped through the roadhouse.
Vera screamed again, tears running down her, red cheeks out
back dead. Stu and Angela comforted Vera as Billy questioned her,
What the hell are you talking about?

Speaker 2 (26:13):
Woman?

Speaker 1 (26:14):
Who's dead? A man? I don't know who? By the storeroom.
Billy and Stu left to go look as Angela sat
holding Vera's hand. That's crazy, huh, A dead guy, Donnie
asked Marvin, who was busy pouring himself another drink. Lots
of crazy shit in the world these days, boys. The

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man got up. He felt a nagging itch in his head.
Simon was gone and there was a dead man he
had to see, had to know. Donnie called after him
as he walked by. Where are you going, mister, to
see a dead body? The storeroom was a separate building

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behind the roadhouse. Billy and Stu were staring at the
body when he found them. Never seen this fellow before.
Stu was saying, shit, me neither. The body sat its
back against the storeroom's wall, partially covered in snow. Well
he's dead, all right, the man said, startling Billy and Stu. Fuck,

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don't do that. Dude, Billy warned, almost shit him, know him,
mister Stu asked. The man shook his head. It wasn't
anyone he recognized a small blessing anyway. No, but I
did see an abandoned car down the road. Maybe it
was his. Stu pondered, this tidbit could be? Could be anybody?

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Check him for id you mean like touch him? Billy
shivered at the thought. Billy and Stu looked at the
man stepping out of the way. Billy motioned to the body,
be my guest. The man knelt in front of the body.
The dead man's eyes were wide, a horrified expression etched

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on his face. Holy hell, Stu exclaimed, what killed him?
Billy asked, his voice wavering. The man brushed more snow
off the body. There were no visible marks or wounds anywhere,
no clue. The man searched the body. Should you be
touching him? Stu asked, he could have something. The man

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found a wallet. Inside was fifty dollars, a picture of
a woman, and a driver's license. Adam Hunter, he said,
out loud, Merry Christmas. Stu stroked his stubby chin. Uh,
what do we do with him?

Speaker 2 (28:52):
Leave him here?

Speaker 1 (28:53):
The man said, he ain't going anywhere, and he'll be frozen.
No smell. Suppose you're right. The man slipped the wallet
back into the corpse's pocket before heading back in with
Billy and Stu. Inside, not much had changed. Angela sat

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in one of the booths with Vera. Donnie sat at
the bar, annoying. Marvin and the family were still seated
where they were previous. Angela looked up as they entered.
Is he? Billy nodded, was was he? You know, murdered? Well,
that's tough to say, really, Stu said, we should call

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the cops. I think Vera needs a doctor. I'm fine,
Vera said, wiping her bloodshot eyes. I've never seen that
kind of look on a man's face before, Billy said,
sitting down at the bar, If if he was killed,
Vera stammered, that means somebody did it. She looked at

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the others, an uneasy hush fell over everybody. The man
felt the other's eyes on him. What, well, you aren't
from around here, Stu said, neither are they. The man
pointed to the family. They got a kid. Billy spoke up, besides,

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you seemed mighty comfortable around that body, right, Stu nodded.
The man felt sweat trickle down his brow. Maybe you're
a maniac, Donnie answered, A serial killer. He looked suspicious.
Vera observed, look at him sweatin'. You're all beIN a

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bunch of idiots, Marvin stated, before taking another shot of whiskey.
The man shook his head. I didn't kill that man.
Where was Simon? The man thought he could really use
him right about now. We should call the cops. Angela suggested,
they can handle it. We don't know if he did anything.

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Marie stood up. We should at least lock him up,
especially with my daughter here. I agree, Billy said, look,
you muskrat love listening. Motherfucker's The man looked at Marie
and her daughter. Pardon my French, I didn't kill that guy.
In fact, how do we know it wasn't one of
you assholes? Marvin started laughing. He's got you there. Angela

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stood taking out her phone. Everybody calmed down. I'm gonna
call the cops. They can sort it all out. Stu
seemed to be swayed by this. Yeah, let them deal
with it, Billy grumbled, fine. He looked at the man coldly.
Vera went behind the bar. Why don't I make us
all some coffee. The man sat in one of the booths,

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looking out the window, watching the snowfall crap. Angela complained,
all I'm getting is a recording. All the lines must
be busy from the storm. Angela want to help me
with the coffee, Vera asked, coming, Angela answered, can I
get a beer? Ali hollered, If we're going to be

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stuck here, might as well enjoy it. Haley tugged at
her mother's sleeve. Mama, Mama, I got a pee. Marie
looked at Ali, unsure. I'm not sure, honey, Ali grumbled,
take her give me some quiet. Taking Haley by the hand,
Marie asked Donni directions to the restrooms. The man watched

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them go by. He sat wishing he was anywhere but here.
On Christmas night. It was obvious most of the people
here were ready to pin that dead man on him,
but he didn't give a shit about any of them.
There was a job to do. The lights flickered rapidly
before going out. There were murmurs of shock, confusion, and

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anger from the patrons and staff. Dew spoke up, trying
to calm everyone. Storm probably knocked out some power lines.
Don't worry, I got a generator out back. Then, from
somewhere in the roadhouse, somebody screamed. The man felt somebody
rush by him in the dark. The others called out.

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After several minutes of darkness and uncertainty, Angela appeared, holding
her cellphone to light the way. They followed Angela to
the women's bathroom. Vera stood with a shaken Marie and
Hayley in there. Via motioned to the middle stall, shining
the light into the stall they crowded around. Sitting there,

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slumped on the toilet was a dead woman. She wore
an ugly Christmas sweater, made uglier by the blood frozen
to it from her slashed throat. Written behind her in blood,
it read, but I have promises to keep Holy shit,

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Donnie gasped. Vera took Marie and Haley out of there.
Who is she fucked? If I know? Stu replied, she's
been dead awhile the man pointed out. After some debate,
they agreed to leave the woman sitting there, best not
to disturb any evidence. Back at the bar, they found

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Marie and Haley sitting together in a booth. Vera had
lit a couple of kerosene lanterns, giving the interior a
soft glow. Deep shadows lurked at the fringes of the light.
Coffee's ready, Vera informed them. Stu exhaled, his breath was
visible in the lantern light. I'm going out to start

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the generator, he said, pulling on a heavy jacket. Are
you going out there alone? Donnie asked. Stu reached under
the bar, pulling out a pump shotgun. Not alone. Fia
and Angela handed out mugs of hot coffee. The man

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took one, watching the steam rise off it. He felt
too nervous to drink. He was used to being in control,
and now he was stuck in the middle of nowhere.
There were two dead bodies, and Simon was missing. He
needed Simon. The man didn't even notice the lights flickering
back to life until Donnie clapped. We can warm up

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a little, at least, Vera said, rubbing her hands together.
Vera and Angela went back to the kitchen. The others
hung by the bar, talking amongst themselves, save for Ali,
Marie and their girl. The man kept to himself, not
trusting any of them. Minutes went by before Vera emerged
from the kitchen with Angela, both holding trays of sandwiches.

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Where's Stew, Vera asked, looking around. There was a murmur
among them as they realized he hadn't returned. Four of
them went out the man, Vera, Billy and Angela. The
wind began to batter them with cold and snow. Vera

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guided them around the back of the storeroom to a
small shed. She let out a startled gasp as they
neared the structure. There laying in the snow was what
once could have been called a human being, but as
of now it was akin to a charcoal briquette. A
few feet away lay Stew's shotgun. Written on the shed

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in charred black substance, it read and miles to go
before I sleep. Somebody was playing a game with them,
The man thought. Vera had to steady herself. Who would
do this? The man looked down at the snow covered ground. Well,

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besides our fresh tracks and stews, there are only one
other set, all of them coming from the back door.
We were all together, Billy observed, except for he looked
at Angela and Vera had to be one of you.
Angela looked at Billy with a hurt expression. Why would

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I You had eyes on stew all the time, Vera accused,
laughing at his jokes all the time, fawning all over him,
trying to steal him away from me. Your nuts. Angela spat, jealous,
old bitch. Angela slapped Vera across the face. Vera retaliated
by clawing at Angela's face with her long nails. Billy

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stepped in, pushing them apart. While this was going on,
the man made his move. The three were so preoccupied
with their argument they'd paid no attention to him. He'd
charged forward, scooping up the shotgun. Enough of this Jerry
Springer bullshit. He leveled the shotgun on the three. Get

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inside over there, The man ordered, sit down. What the hell,
Ali blurted out. As they entered, what's going on? Marvin
asked Stu's dead? Vera said, burned alive. We don't know
it was him. Angela argued, who the hell else would

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it be? Vera growled sit The man ordered Vera and
Angela sat, but Billy resisted, Look, dude, don't go ordering
us around and waving that shotgun and our The man
drove the butt of the shotgun into Billy's stomach, dropping
him to his knees. The others let out a startled gasp.

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Now with that foolishness out of the way, Billy, I
got a little something I'd like to try. Cool with that,
Billy nodded, glaring at the man. Angela, hold out your hands.
Marvin shook his head. He's loco. Angela trembling, held her
hands out in front of her. Don't worry, the man

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reassured her. Okay, Billy, smell her hands. Motherfucking what, Billy exclaimed,
Go ahead, take a whiff. Angela blushed as Billy, still
on his knees, smelled her hands. What's it smell like,
the man asked. Billy shook his head. I don't know, peppermint,

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I guess. Okay, now do the same with Vera. Ali
spoke up, What the fuck is this supposed to prove
you getting your rocks off or something? Stu was dowsed
with gasoline and burned. I'm willing to bet whoever did
it their hands stink of it. Billy knelt in front
of Verra whatever man. Before he could sniff her pon,

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Vera leaped on him, pulling a knife out of her jacket.
She stabbed Billy in the chest. The others screamed in
horror and shock. The man aimed at Vera, his finger
at the trigger. Marvin and Donnie stumbled into his line
of fire. The two struggled to restrain Vera. Get out
of my way, the man shouted. Vera slashed at Marvin,

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forcing him to back off. Donnie managed to knock the
knife from Vera's hand, but the crazed woman grabbed him
by the throat. She locked eyes with the confused Donnie
and they both screamed, but he managed to shove her
head into the corner of a nearby table. She crumpled
to the floor, as did Donnie, breathing heavily. Everyone remained
frozen in place for a moment in shock. Angela moved

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first and began checking Billy, then Vera. They're dead, she said,
with a heavy sigh. The man looked over at Marvin.
You okay, old man, I'm fine, just a little nick
He looked at the small gash on his arm, and
don't call me old man, Marvin grumbled, what about him?

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The man motioned to Donnie. Donnie started to stand a
bit shaky. You okay, Donnie, Angela asked, he cracked his neck,
just dandy, that was fucked up. The little girl was
sobbing as Marie tried to comfort her. Alie stood taking
in the scene. Was that crazy bitch the killer? He

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walked over to the bodies. I need another drink, I guess,
Angela answered. The man watched them, still holding the shotgun.
She had to be Donnie added, gasoline smell on her hands.
We have to get the sheriff out here, Marvin said.
Angela sighed, I just want to go home and sleep.

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Miles to go before you sleep. Donnie said why. The
man said, what did you just say? Nothing? Nothing at all.
I just want to sleep, too, Donnie answered. Ali went
to the bar, taking a bottle of scotch. I don't
think de'll mind. He walked by Donnie, who grabbed the

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bottle from his hand. Give me some. Donnie gulped some
of the scotch down, Hey, asshole, Ali complained, that was mine.
Donnie hammered Ali in the head with the bottle once, twice,
three times. Fine, have it. Ali fell dead to the floor,

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his body a bloody mess. The man opened fire, the
thunder of his shotgun echoing through the roadhouse, Donnie was
already moving before he'd fire. The slug missed all but
the big man's arm grazing him. Donnie yanked a startled
Marie from her seat, holding her by the throat in
front of him. Fire away, Donnie laughed. Who are you,

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the man asked? A sleeper? A traveler? Donnie answered, I've
been wandering forever, but your bodies are so weak. Let
her go, the man ordered, Why we're playing? He tightened
his grip on Marie. It's the only thing that makes

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this life interesting. Yeah, but you don't want to go
running around in that fat asshole anymore, do you? The
thing inside? Donnie pondered that for a moment. What are
you offering me? The man offered, let them go? Sure,
why not, he laughed, Drop the gun and come here.

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Angela stood next to the man. Don't do it, trust me,
he reassured her. As he dropped the shotgun to the ground.
He stepped forward. The others watched as Donnie took him
by the head. They locked eyes. Pains through every fiber
of his being. For what seemed like an eternity of agony,

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he felt every inch of his mind assaulted. Finally, it
ended and Donnie collapsed to the floor, moaning in pain.
Marie grabbed her daughter and held her. The man braced
himself against a table. Your head is filled with so
much static, the thing said, Are you okay? Angela asked,
stay away. The man warned, I can't hold on to myself.

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He felt it laughing in his head. I'm here for you.
Simon stood in the doorway of the roadhouse. Simon, I
knew you hadn't left me, the man smiled. Angela looked
at the others and then the man. Who are you
talking to? The man pointed to the shotgun on the floor.

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If I come back, use it. I won't be me.
He stepped out into the cold. It was hard to see.
The wind and snow assaulted his senses. He could feel

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the presence inside him. He won't hold me for long,
it taunted. I'll go back kill the rest. You're just
another voice in my head. The man responded, I've lived
with so many in there for as long as I
can remember. He trudged through the snow. His body was tired,

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but Simon beckoned him on. The bitter cold clawed at
his body. Is the thing inside clawed at his soul.
He'd find a place somewhere out here, far away from
anybody else. Miles to go before we sleep. Santa Claus

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is Killing the by Morgan Moore. Christmas music flows out
from the stereo in the car. Janie had been listening
to the music for hours on end as she and
her girlfriend Mollie drove along. By this point in their
road trip, all of the music, courtesy of an old
time fifties and sixties radio station, had long since blended together.

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To Genie, it was all just crackling background noise that
sounded all the same, with only good old Frosty and
Rudolph to break up the monotony. How much longer, she
asked Molly. Not too much? Yeah, but much. I'm feeling
kind of cramped, Janie responded. Mollie smirked and gave her

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partner a mischievous and playful look. Now listen, kiddo, if
you keep that up, I'll just have to turn this
car around and take my sweet time bringing you home.
Denise found no words to reply, and instead offered a
roll of her eyes and a middle finger. For real,
though it isn't that much more, we have to go

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just to the end. Of this road, A few turns
in a hill and there will be home, Molly explained,
if you say so, Genie said. The two were on
their way to Molly's hometown of Decatur. They had been
invited to spend the holidays with some of Molly's friends
for a bit of an impromptu reunion. Mollie thought it

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would be a fun, cozy getaway and could give her
a great gift and a surprise visit with her parents too.
Genie wasn't super eager, though she had never been the
social type and was a wallflower even when hanging out
with her own friends. The idea of spending Christmas with
complete strangers in an old inn wasn't something high on

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her agenda. Then there was also the subject of Molly's parents.
They were sweet, supportive of their daughter in every way,
and had shown Janie's kindness the few times they had
met previously, but those were in controlled situations out in public,
not in the privacy of their own house and town.

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Something about the whole affair rubbed Genie the wrong way
and had her feeling anxious. But it was Christmas, and
it was for Mollie, the love of her life, so
she decided to give it a try. Maybe it could
be fun to meet her old friends and spend Christmas
in a little town. And who knew, maybe Molly's parents

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would still be as kind and welcoming as they seemed
to be. Plus, if everything went well, she could finally
bring out the ring she had bought for Molly but
had yet to find the right moment to propose. True
to her word, Molly turned left at the end of
the country road, and a few turns, a hill and

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a short stretch of road later, the two were in Decatur.
Janice peered out the window as they drove along. Decatur
reminded her a lot of paintings that portrayed idyllic small
towns and a good old fashioned America, something akin to
old Norman Rockwell paintings.

Speaker 2 (49:21):
But she liked it.

Speaker 1 (49:23):
The old buildings and independent businesses mixed with the snow
gave her a warm and secure feeling. Looks can be deceiving,
she told herself. The couple arrived at their destination, the
Chamberlain Inn, a family run establishment. They parked by the
front and raced from the near bitter cold outdoors into

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the Chamberlain Inside. Janice and Molly found a warm lit
entry room, a small but fanciful check in desk against
the back wall, and at the desk was a little
old lady. Why hello, there, she said raspally. As the
two approached. Hello, we're here to check in, Molly stated,

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Do you have a reservation? The clerk asked, yep, it'll
be under Molly Burke. We're also part of a group
staying here for a little reunion. If that helps, Molly explained, Oh,
you're part of that group too, Well, then we should
get you checked in so you can join them. My
friends are already here, Molly asked. Genie, absent mindedly paced

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around the room, looking at the decor bored. Yes, ma'am,
they're in the back parlor. Here you are, Molly Burke.
One room. The clerk parroted out information jotted on an
index card. At the reading of one room, she glanced
over at Genie. Janice caught the look and stared back.

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The clerk looked at Molly, who had an expression of
lacking amusement, catching on to what the old lady was
taken aback by. Well, young miss, you're up on the
second floor, last door on the right. Thanks, Molly, said
matter of fact as she took the key. Deenie grabbed
their bags and met Molly at the staircase, catching the

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old lady watching them, Genie stopped walking. When Molly stopped
in confusion, Genie kissed her. She smirked at the clerk.
After they broke the kiss. Molly looked at the woman's
aghast expression and giggled before the two went up to
their room. A little while later, the two returned downstairs,

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freshly showered, freshly stretched out from their three hour car ride,
and dressed for the finest of small town inn reunions.
Genie and Molly made their way to the parlor room
in the back and found a group of four others
seated around a small table. A moment later, somebody, a girl,
noticed them. She let out a shriek of excitement that

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gained the attention of the other three. They also cried
out in joy at the sight of Molly. The four
got out of their seats and nearly bum rushed her
in their excitement. What followed was a series of hugs,
tears of happiness, hower ewes, and common expressions of friendship.
Janie smiled a little at the beginning of the onslaught,

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but couldn't help her social anxiety from rising a few levels,
so she backed away from the mob and found a
spot against a bookshelf. Molly caught the change out of
the corner of her eye and also saw the look
of unease with a tinge of being upset at not
being included. She smiled and broke away from her friends

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and lightly strode over to her girlfriend. Where oh where
are my manners? I'm such a rude bitch sometimes everybody.
This is Genie, my girlfriend. To punctuate her introduction and
soft apology to Janice, Molly kissed her lovingly. Genie blushed
but smiled.

Speaker 3 (53:09):
Hi.

Speaker 1 (53:10):
She squeaked out, hello to you too. My name is Elijah.
A tall man told her, I'm Kate. Nice to meet you, Genie.
An average height but clearly surgically enhanced woman said, we're
Marcus and Amanda. The two said a couple that looked
as plain Jane and Homie as decatur itself. Well that's everyone, dear.

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Come on, let's eat some food and get a little
drinking in while we embarrass each other with old stories,
Molly proclaimed. The group agreed and returned to the table.
Molly gave Genie an apologizing look for not immediately introducing her.
Janie smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She gave her a
peck on the cheek. The two then walked hand in

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hand to the table and joined the others. Minutes turned
hours as the six conversed about their pasts and their presence.
To her surprise, Janie found herself being brought into the
conversation and her anxiety level was decreasing at a rapid rate.
It didn't appear to be forced either. They seemed to

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enjoy her company and her theirs. Despite her initial hesitation
on the whole affair, Deanie had to admit that she was,
in fact having a good time. The full wintry moon
shone through the parlor window. A fire was roasting in
the fireplace, helmed by Marcus and Elijah. The ladies were

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seated in various chairs, with Janie and Molly sharing a
love seat. A tall, old grandfather clock ticked away the time.
So what do you think of our little town, Deenise,
Amanda asked, before taking a sip from a mug of tea.
Janie took a sip from her own mug filled with
a combo of hot chocolate and alcoholic creamer. It's actually

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pretty nice. I thought it would be some little boring
Midwest town that time forgot, but it isn't all that bad,
except it is a boring little Midwest town, Elijah interjected
with a chuckle. She's so modest and such a liar.
Denise loves old time stuff like this. She practically lives

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at the antiques village back at home. Molly chimed in.
Is that so, Kate questioned in a humored manner. Yep,
Molly said. She looks over at a now blushing Genie
and pecks her on the cheek with a playful smile.
Anything old or anything that looks like it was plucked
out of Mayberry as this girl's jam, then why is

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she dating you? Marcus shot in with a well timed delivery.
The Lion garnered laughs from everybody in the parlor. Yeah,
what can I say? I like old stuff. It's better quality,
the music, the movies, the look and feel of everything.
It's just so grand, she said, punctuating the last word

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in a style similar to old movie actresses. What about stories,
Elijah asked, huh. Denise tilted her head in confusion. Do
you like old stories, he asked again. Yeah, then you'll
love decate or even more. The town is filled with

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old stories of love, fun, adventure, and even some gnarly shit,
Elijah continued, gnarly shit, like what crimes? Denie questioned, her
posture now one of intrigue and full investment in the conversation.
Here we go, Kate said, sarcastically. Yeah, I mean we

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got bank robberies, a couple of politically inclined crimes, a
murder here and there. Then of course there's old Robbie Clint,
Elijah said. The room went deathly quiet. All merriment and
holiday cheer that had filled and bled into the walls

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was quickly sucked out, leaving only a bitter cold sense
of reality and dread. Janice looked around and noticed that
her companions all had an expression of fear and anger. Elijah.
Amanda nearly shouted, you know better, Marcus scolded, I'm only

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trying to entertain our new friend. He told them, Yeah,
but come on, you know we we don't speak his name.
Molly chimed in gloomily, I'm confused. Why is it such
a bad thing that rob Before Genie can finish saying
the name. Molly put a hand over her mouth and

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shushed her. The four lifelong friends looked at each other.
To Deanie, it looked as if they were having a
telekinetic conversation with one another. Eventually, Marcus sighed, well, since
you started it, you may as well finish it. Tell her,
he instructed Elijah, just don't say his name, Kate added,

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or at least, at the very least, don't say all
of it. Mollie continued, all right, all right, all right,
well then, Genie ready to hear Decatur's infamous rise to fame.
Elijah questioned the girl as if he was an investigator.

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Deanie glanced at all the faces in the room. When
her eyes settled on Mollie, they found a look of
terror and sadness. Glancing down, she noticed that Mollie had
grabbed hold of one of Janice's hands and was squeezing it.
She couldn't tell if it was for support her or

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out of fear of whatever this terrifying tale was. Yeah,
Ginny said dryly, give it to me. Elijah stoked the
fire once more before standing up. He made his way
to the window and looked up at the freezing moon
with a sigh and a gulp, he began. The tail

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our story begins when we were all little kids, still
crapping in our diapers. It was actually close to Christmas.
Kind of eerie that I'm telling it now, of all
times of the year. Then again, how many of us
actually think about Christmas outside of this time of year? Anyway,
I'm rambling. Robbie was a local high school dropout. He

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was about eighteen or nineteen, depends on who you ask.
Being a dropout meant the only work he could find
was in fast food joints, or as a janitor or
some other anial work. He lucked out a little bit
in that he found a job at a local radio station,
where he mostly cleaned, but was taught how the whole

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place worked. Nothing to make a huge living off of,
but Robbie seemed to enjoy it. Well. That was how
he made money at night. During the day, if he
wasn't at home living a lonesome life, Robbie worked as
a babysitter. The thing is, Robbie wasn't always the most

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patient person, and he had a reputation for letting loose
some of that impatience from time to time. Now I
don't know about you all, but kids can be infuriating
little brats, so to some, it wasn't a surprise that
Robbie quickly found himself out of babysitting when an allegation
of him hurting a kid came out. He claimed the

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mom had the hots for him, and when he turned
her down, she decided to be spiteful. She said rob
he beat the kid to near death because her son
was having a tantrum. Nobody really knows what happened, or
at least remembers now, but the end result was a
lot of people pissed and refusing to hire him to

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watch their kids. The backlash was so bad that Robbie
even lost his job at the radio station. Young Alone,
filled with pent up anger at everything bad in his life,
out of work and ostracized from pretty much the whole town,
Robbie decided he would get some revenge, some sweet, sinister revenge.

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On Christmas Eve night, he broke into the radio station
and executed what little staff was on hand. Then he
set up for a broadcast. Just as he was taught,
Robbie interrupted a marion of Christmas tunes and told the
kids who were listening that he was good Old Santa Claus.

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Santa Robbie said that Decatur was one of his favorite
towns in the world, and because of that, he wanted
all of the good boys and girls to meet him
that night at the Christmas Tree set up in the
center of downtown during Christmas Eve mass. The parents figured

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why the hell not Their kids always complained about going
to church anyways, When it came time for mass, parents
that decided to do it drop their kids off at
the tree with Santa Claus in reality, a disguised Robbie
before they went off to church. When service was over

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and the parents returned to collect their kids, they found
something straight out of a horror movie. Their precious little
babies had been killed. Immediately, they stormed to the radio station,
finding the dead crew and the security footage of Robbie

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doing the dirty, bloody deed, thus telling them who in
fact was behind the massacre of their children. It took
nearly all night, but they eventually found him in a
bathroom in the church they had gone to for mass.

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Robbie had smashed a mirror and slit his own wrists
and throat. The parents disposed of his body by cremating
it at the local funeral parlor. Christmas that year was
truly red and green, red from the blood and green

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from how sick the whole affair was. Elijah finished the
story and quickly made his way to a small bar
in the parlor, taking a long drink from a whiskey bottle.
Everybody else sat in silence. Genie spoke up, so, why

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aren't you supposed to say his name?

Speaker 2 (01:04:27):
Then?

Speaker 1 (01:04:27):
Your story didn't mention that some say that because he
killed himself in a church, that his soul was cursed
and damned for eternity, and that if you even say
his name once, he'll return to butcher more people. Or
it's out of respect for the victims. Duh, Nobody in

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this town likes to hear about him. Marcus replied, so
what you just pretend he never existed? Do you like
censor out a letter in his name if you write
about him like how some people do on Twitter? Because
if so, that's pretty stupid. I mean, it's like saying
the F word or the N word. You're just making

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the other people say it in their mind, so you
don't have to be accountable for your words. Genie explained, No,
we're not that crazy, Kate responded, you just gasp in
horror if somebody said his name, Genie retorted. Amanda rolled
her eyes and shook her head disapprovingly at Molly. Some

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folks just don't understand town customs. Genie released a sigh
of exhaustion and irritation at the conversation. Guys, I'm pretty
sure if you say his name, he won't appear like
bloody Mary. Besides, if it was out of respect, as
you claim, then why did you all seem so scared

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out of your skin when Elijah first said his name?
Silence filled the room again. Again, nobody wanted to talk
about the subject of the story. Janie looked over at
Molly and found only a look of confusion at the
reunion's turn. Tired of it, Jennie stood up and walked

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to the door leading out of the parlor. She turned
to face her companions, Robbie Clint, Robbie Clint, Robbie Clint,
Robbie Clint, Robbie Clint, she said in quick succession. Before
leaving the parlor. Janie found herself unable to sleep. Her
mind was filled with nightmares of children being killed by

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a psychotic Santa and of her love being taken away
by some unknown creature of fear. She sighed and got
out of bed, threw on a robe, and left her
in Molly's room. Quietly, she walked through the inn, not
wanting to wake anybody up or be confronted for what

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happened earlier in the night. By process of elimination, Janie
walked all of the upstairs and all of the downstairs,
finding her journey ended in the parlor. She made herself
a drink and relaxed on the love seat. What was
supposed to be a pleasant Christmas getaway and started off well,

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had turned into a tense one. Deanie told herself that
perhaps it would be better in the morning between the
six of them, and that Molly's parents could still be
a good time. Yet a little voice in her head
argued otherwise. Deanie grunted in frustration as she placed the
glass on the bar. She looked around the parlor and

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found herself staring at a closet on the other side
of the room. During the earlier festivities, she had seen it,
but hadn't given it much thought. It was just a
closet after all, but her inability to sleep sparked curiosity
for what was inside. Quietly, Janie walked to the closet

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and opened it. Inside was an old radio that stood
up to her midriff. Intrigued by the radio, Janie started
fiddling with the various knobs on it. A smile formed
on her face as her anxiety melted away. While playing
with the antique. Looking it over closer, she noticed that

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it wasn't plugged in. She had to know if it
would work. Slowly, Deanie pulled the radio out of the
closet and pushed it over to the closest outlet she
could find. With excitement trembling through her body, she plugged
in the radio and turned the knobs. Silence gave way

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to a soft, fuzzy crackling. It works, she exclaimed in
a whisper filled with giddiness. Deenise played with the tuner
knob to find a channel while making sure the volume
wasn't too loud. The static that initially greeted her did
so with every twist she made of the knob. Janie

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kept playing with it, determined to find a station that
was broadcasting. Ho ho oh boomed out from the radio speaker.
In surprise, Jennie turned the volume down more. I found one.

Speaker 3 (01:09:28):
Ho ho oh, Merry Christmas. It's your old friend Santi Clause.
I want to wish all of you good boys and
girls a wonderful Christmas and to show kindness to their
fellow man, even those who are naughty. That includes those
who aren't actually naughty, but are said and made to be.

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Even those little ones get gifts too.

Speaker 1 (01:09:56):
Janie listened in complete confusion as to what it was
is that she was even listening.

Speaker 3 (01:10:01):
To and speaking of gifts. I brought gifts for everyone,
including you, Janie.

Speaker 1 (01:10:09):
Her mouth dropped some what.

Speaker 3 (01:10:13):
Yes, you too, Jenie, you get a gift. You've been
the nicest one of all by giving me a gift
I did. Why, of course, you gave me the gift
of acknowledgment and resurrection.

Speaker 1 (01:10:28):
Jenie blinked in total bewildered confusion. Then it clicked in
her head, Robbie Clint.

Speaker 3 (01:10:39):
She exclaimed, Yes, Surrey, thank you from the bottom of
my formerly non beating heart. Are you ready for your gift?
I guess well, then close your eyes and I'll give
it to you.

Speaker 1 (01:10:58):
Janie did what she was told. The radio ceased to
make any noises. Afterwards, she sat in silence, wondering what
the hell was even going on, and that this was
the last time she would ever ever drink this late
at night. Open your eyes, she did, and found the

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radio no longer. There in its place was a man
in a Santa costume, blood dripping from his wrists and throat.
There was a gleeful smile on his face and a
hatchet in his hand. Around him were the bodies of

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Amanda and Kate, and Marcus and Elijah, and the innkeeper
and of Molly. Genie gasped in horror and looked at
the man. Robbie Robbie Clint. Genie squeaked out, Merry Christmas,

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Robbie Clint proclaimed, before swinging his acts down. Crampis is
coming by rob Fields. Kathy Betcher was the president of
the Alpha Delta Kappa sorority at Strickfield University. It had

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taken her a lot of manipulation and cunning for her
to finally achieve her coveted position, and she had no
intention of relinquishing it until she was ready to graduate.
She knew each and every one of her sorority sisters
was a potential usurper. This even included her two best

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friends Margaret Nash and Angie Adams when she had seen
how incredibly friendly they and her estranged father were towards
each other. Simply put, Kathy didn't trust anyone. What people
didn't know about Kathy was that she used to be
a kind and loving soul until too many bad things

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had happened during her time at the university. First, Kathy
learned that her boyfriend Trey Colmb was cheating on her,
leading to a big breakup. Next, her former best friend
from high school, Whitney Plaza, both betrayed and undermined her

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to become a d K president. The last straw came
when Cathy discovered her own father, the president of Strickfield
University at the time, had been helping Whitney against her.
When Kathy finally determined that it was a cutthroat world,
she resorted to the same tactics used against her to

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gain revenge. First, she got Trey expelled from Strickfield U
by switching out his senior thesis with a plagiarized one.
In fact, Dean Jerry Roth expelled Tray personally. Next, she
found financial evidence on her father that the irs was
most appreciative to receive. She also secretly mailed hardcore evidence

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to her mother of her father's infidelity with many female students,
including his current affair with Whitney Plaza, leading to a
very nasty divorce. But Cathy didn't stop there. Upon discovering
Whitney and her father were seeing each other and connecting

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the affair to Whitney's presidency, she brought the evidence of
that affair, as well as the others, to the right
university officials. Whitney was quickly removed from the adyk sorority
and expelled from the U University, which basically meant her
life was ruined. Shortly after, Cathy was named the new

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president of the Strickfield branch of Alpha Delta Kappa. As
for Griffin Betcher, Kathy's father, he was also removed from
Strickfield University. He had the last laugh, however, and was
elected to Congress shortly thereafter. This made Kathy madder than ever,

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and she started using her own power to make life
hell for other people. She used her influence to make
connections both at Strickfield University and with other area politicians.
In fact, she used her connections to have Strickfield branches
of rival sororities shut down permanently. Though Kathy felt she

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had ultimate power, she was still upset she couldn't punish
her father. Even her influence wasn't strong enough to reach
him at his level of power. Her anger and resentment
of her father caused her to sever ties with the
rest of the family. In fact, Kathy deleted every voicemail

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and text she'd ever received from her mother. She avoided
returning home, even for the holidays. As far as she
was concerned, home was the sorority house. Once she graduated,
she would act on other promising prospects and move on
to greener pastures. She would leave Strickfield and never look back.

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Hey Kat, you okay, Margaret asked her. Yeah, you look
like something's really bothering you. Angie added, yeah, like you
bitches care. Kathy thought, I'm fine, just got a lot
on my mind. I'm gonna go get some fresh air.
Kathy left the house after stopping at the local coffee

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shop the Bitter End. She left the university and walked
to the downtown area. As she drank her mocha, she
looked at her smartphone. Christmas Eve already fuck. Kathy knew
it would again be herself and her two sorority sisters
for Christmas. She saw that her mother again sent texts

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and left voicemails as usual, she deleted everything. Kathleen Betcher
a voice suddenly called out, fuck. She muttered and walked faster.
Kathleen Betcher, you stop right there, right now. Kathy finally
stopped and waited for her mother. She had been ghosting

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her mom and her younger sister since revealing her father's
infidelity to her mother. Seriously, are you stalking me now?
Kathy demanded rudely. What do you want? Is this how
it's going to be? Lorraine Betcher demanded back, do you
blame me for why your father and I are divorced?
I wasn't the one sleeping around. Look, Mom, I really

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don't care anymore. Okay, Kathy snapped, I just want to
be left alone. Is that too much to goddamn ask for?
Lorraine looked stern by shutting me and Ruth out of
your life, we're your family, Kathleen, and it's not fair.
Kathy groaned. Yeah, well, the world ain't fucking fair, is it?

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Lorraine pointed right at her. You do not use that
tone or language with me, young lady, I am your
mother and I gave both you and Ruth the best
years of my life. Kathy lashed out, Mom, just leave
me the fuck alone. Why is that so hard for
you to understand? Lorraine wouldn't relent. Why is it so

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hard for you to understand? You still have family. Ruth
and I both miss you, Kathleen. We're not your enemies.
We're not expecting you to come back home full time,
but you could come by every now and then, and
Ruth and I would like you to come home for
Christmas tomorrow. Ruth really misses you. You know. She's always

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looked up to you. You were her best friend in
the whole world, and you just turned your back on her.
Come home and make things right with her. Cathy was
about to say no and walk away, but she remembered Ruth,
her baby sister, came along many years after her. Kathy

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was twenty three while Ruth was eleven pre college. Kathy
remembered how Ruth idolized her and wanted to be just
like her when she got to be old enough. Fine,
Kathy conceded, I'll come home tomorrow, but I'm doing it
for Ruth, not for you. That's fine. Lorraine replied, just

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please come home and see your sister tomorrow. In fact,
why don't you bring a gift for her to tell
her how much you care she still enjoys collecting those
snow globes. Kathy sighed fine, then she started to walk
away two o'clock tomorrow, Lorraine called out behind her. Yeah, yeah,

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Kathy muttered. Kathy walked through the main entrance of Strickfield
Town Center Mall. As she walked around, she noticed there
weren't many people. She checked her smartphone and saw it
was getting close to six. Damn it, the mall's going
to close for Christmas. I've got to find a snow

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globe for Ruth. As she hurried through the mall, she
didn't see any stores that sold snow globes. Then she
saw some stores were closing and walked faster. By the
time she reached the other end of the mall, the J. C.
Penny had already locked up. Kathy, grown shit, I just

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had to run into my fucking mom. Where am I
going to get a snow globe now? She turned to
walk away. When she saw a light near the mall entrance,
she knew not too many people had used She walked
in the direction until she saw a store called Tinkers.

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Kathy entered the store and saw many odds and ends
on the shelves. May I help you, young lady? Kathy
quickly turned and saw a man in his late forties
approaching her. She was about to apologize for coming in,
but remembered she was Kathy Betcher. She never apologized to anyone.

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I'm looking for a snow globe. I don't suppose you've
got one. The man raised his finger. I just so
happened to have one right in my display case at
the register. Follow me. Kathy followed the man to the
front counter. She could already see the snow globe in
the display case. The man stepped behind the counter, opened

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the case, and took the snow globe out for her
to see. When Kathy took hold of it, it felt
a little heavy. This is the biggest snow globe I've
ever seen. I don't think Ruth has any this big.
As she looked it over more, she saw the figure
sitting on its throne. The figure had big and curly horns,

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brown to graying fur, bright red eyes, and cloven hoofs
for feet. Is this crampis Kathy asked the man, Ah,
you know of Crampis, do you? The man replied, depending
on who you ask, He's supposed to be the evil

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version of Santa Claus, or even like Sanna's brother. I've
heard he comes and takes the bad children while Santa
gives presents to the good ones. I've also heard Crampis
takes the souls of the wicked and corrupt, she sighed.
People spread stories about Crampis all over campus, much like
any other story about ghosts and goblins. I swear people

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think every day is Halloween.

Speaker 2 (01:23:17):
Here.

Speaker 1 (01:23:19):
There was a brief silence, then the man said, this
is the only snowglobe I have, and I'll let you
have it for twenty dollars. Kathy pulled her billfold out
of her purse to complete the transaction. After the man
escorted her out, Cathy tried to leave through the mall
entrance next to Tinkers, but the doors were locked. She

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cursed and walked back through the mall to the main entrance.
Ruth better be happy about this, Kathy muttered. Kathy decided
she wasn't staying at the sorority house with Margaret and
Annie and secretly left to be alone. While she was
sure she could have stayed in her old room at home,
she rented a room at a boarding house. As she

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unpacked her suitcase, she pulled out the snow globe and
examined it again. Was it her or were the crampest
figure's eyes glowing? You're letting those goddamn ghost stories people
tell at the university get to you again, she thought.
She put the snow globe down, but still felt compelled

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to look into the glowing eyes. After a time, she
shook her head and turned away. Just then, someone knocked
at her door. Figuring it was missus Elkins, the lady
who owned the boarding house, she went and answered. Her
jaw dropped when she saw Tray home. Oh fuck no. Angry,

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she tried to slam the door in his face, but
he easily forced his way in and closed the door
behind him. Get the fuck out, Tray, she yelled. Then
she realized, and how did you even know I was here?
Trey sneered, saw you check in? Finally get kicked out
of your sorority? Huh, she groaned and pointed to the door.

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Fuck off, you bastard, out, he kept sneering. I know you,
miss me Kat, you know how good I made you feel, yeah,
before you started fucking around on me. She retorted, So
what you think you can just come back to me
and fuck me again? Kathy gasped as he yanked her

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into his arms. You know you wanna I see it
on you. Hell, I'm willing to forget you getting me
kicked out of school. Then Trey kissed her full on
the mouth. Kathy immediately kissed him back. They quickly undressed
and got into bed. Kathy let Trey get on top

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of her and moaned when he entered her. She was
so angry at everything that she needed this sex right now,
even if it was with Trey. Kathy stepped out of
the shower and started towel drying herself. She felt disgusted
for letting Tray back in, knowing he'd be screwing other

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girls later. She moved back to the bed and found
him sleeping soundly. At least he wouldn't be with other
girls tonight. As Kathy dropped her towel to get back
into bed, the glowing eyes of Crampis in the snow
globe caught her attention. Cathy seemed mesmerized as she walked

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to the snow globe. When she picked it up, it
felt warm in her hands. Punish him, she heard the
demonic voice in her mind.

Speaker 2 (01:26:50):
Punish those who have done you wrong. Claim their lives
and their souls. Accept me and your life, Kathine Betcher,
use my power. Kate never even gave it a thought. Yes,
she whispered. Yes.

Speaker 1 (01:27:08):
Suddenly, Kathy felt an incredible surge of power throughout her body.
Her anger fueled the new power that she was accepting.
She relished the spirit of Crampis entering her body and
becoming one with her. When it was finished, Kathy moaned
as if she had just had an incredible orgasm. Then

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she turned back to the sleeping tray and walked sexily
toward him. She climbed onto the bed and easily awakened him.
Trey grinned his sneering grin again. Oh hey, back for more.
Kathy smiled a wicked smile. Mm hmm. Kathy straddled him

(01:27:56):
and took him into her again. She rode him with
an incredible hunger. Tray laid there and enjoyed every minute
of it. They climaxed together after several minutes. Then Kathy
put her hands on his chest as he fondled her breasts.
You're definitely the best, babe, Tray said softly. Then why

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did you fuck those other girls behind my back? She purred? Huh,
Trey uttered. Suddenly, Kathy throttled his neck. You heard me,
she said in her new demonic voice. I was never
good enough for you, so you fucked around on me.
Kathy smiled, Well, now I'm going to make you mine forever.

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When Trey saw her transforming, he screamed. Kathy's hair and
flesh turned white as snow, her eyes glowed red and hot.
She grew long in curly horns, silvery fur on her
arms and legs, and her feet became cloven hoofs. Kathy
raised a hand to reveal bony and elongated fingers with long,

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sharp claws. Tray's blood curdling scream made Kathy laugh as
she easily sank her new claws into his stomach. She
removed his bloody heart and relished the warm liquid trailing
down her arm and into her fur.

Speaker 2 (01:29:23):
I always thought you were a heartless bastard for cheating
on me. I guess I was wrong. Kathy laughed cruelly
as she got off him and moved to the snow
globe to claim it. When she gazed into it, her
eyes and the glass on the globe both glowed. When
the glowing stopped, she tossed the heart back to Tray's

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bloody corpse. Keep your heart, lover, I have your soul.
You truly belong to me now. Kathy knew that Trey
was just the beginning. There were others that were high
on her naughty list. She turned and crashed through the
window to get outside. When she landed on the ground,

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she broke off a tree branch and attached it to
the bottom of the snow globe to make a staff.
She raised her new conduit to the sky. When the
snow globe glowed, it quickly became windy. Then the snowstorm began.
In a matter of short minutes, the green grass had
become white. She looked to the sky and saw her

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sleigh was coming with her own monstrous versions of reindeer.
When the sleigh got close enough, she leaped onto it.
Once she sat and took the reins, Crampis was on
her way to her next naughty Whitney Plaza had clearly

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been enjoying the good life in spite of being disgraced
from her former sorority and Strickfield University. Unbeknownst to Kathy,
Whitney was still in a heated affair with Kathy's father.
In fact, the two lovers had just finished another round
in a jacuzzie at a secluded house just outside of town.

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Whitney lifted herself off him and sat beside. They picked
up their champagne glasses and took SIPs, stealing kisses from
each other. I love you, Griffin, Whitney whispered, when he
held her in his arms. I love you too, baby,
he whispered to his young lover's lips. She gazed into

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his eyes. You're still taking good care of me after
what your daughter did. She literally ruined my life. I know,
Griffin replied. She attacked you to get to me, but
I was the one who ended up suffering most for it.
She groaned, you just had to pay money. I can't

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even get a job working at Denyer's Grill or Roth's Rings.
He kissed her again. I said I'd take good care
of you, and I will remember I'm marrying you right
after the New Year. Oh, Griffin, Whitney moaned and let
him kiss her again. My isn't this touching? And by

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two people I once trusted with my life. The two
betrayers came apart and saw the demonic form that was
standing there before them. In her hand was her newly
created staff. Whitney's jaw dropped Kathy. When Griffin saw Whitney
was right, he gasped, Kathy, is that you? The demon laughed,

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Kathy is no more. There is only Crampis now and
tonight the two of you will pay for your sins.

Speaker 1 (01:32:53):
She put her staff against the wall before she leaned
forward and put her clawed hands on the side of
the hot tub.

Speaker 2 (01:33:01):
Now, which one of your black souls do I take first?

Speaker 1 (01:33:06):
Crampis looked from Griffin to Whitney before she finally settled
on Whitney.

Speaker 2 (01:33:12):
You were supposed to be my best friend. We were
tight in high school, and the moment Daddy offered you power,
you stabbed me in the back without a second thought.

Speaker 1 (01:33:25):
Whitney screamed and quickly got out of the hot tub
on the other side, facing Crampis. You don't understand. I
had a unique opportunity. Being the president of the Kappus
Sorority opens up lots of doors. I had to take it.
When your dad offered it, he said you couldn't handle it,
that you were that you were too weak. Crampis looked

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at Griffin, Oh did you now? Griffin cried out in fright,
and himself tried to escape. Crampis seized him and pulled
him close.

Speaker 2 (01:33:59):
There's no where you can run, where I can't find you, daddy.

Speaker 1 (01:34:05):
Crampis just tossed him right over her shoulder like a
piece of trash. Gryffin cried out as he flew into
the liquor cabinet and tumbled to the floor. Crampus looked
over her shoulder. You really should run. You don't want
to see what happens to your sweetie, Crampis laughed as
Griffin picked himself up and staggered away. Then she turned

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her attention back to Whitney. You got your revenge on
me by disgracing me, Whitney yelled. Isn't that enough, Crampis sneered.

Speaker 2 (01:34:41):
Not when you're still living in luxury with your sugar dady,
with my daddy.

Speaker 1 (01:34:48):
Crampus leaped over the hot tub and grabbed Whitney by
her hair as she tried to flee. Whitney screamed, and
started crying as she was turned to face Crampis again,
Please cat the what do you want? I'm so sorry.
Crampis caressed her cheek. Then Whitney screamed again when Crampis

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lifted her up by her breasts and slammed her back
into the hot tub. Crampus held Whitney underneath the water
as she reached for and grabbed her staff. She dipped
the snow globe into the water and made it boil.
Holding the staff with both hands, she started stirring the
heavy steaming water, which was slowly turning a sickening red.

(01:35:35):
When Crampus had finished making her hellish Christmas punch, she
pulled the staff out of the water. With Whitney's soul
now inside, Crampis held her staff upright once again. She
took one of the champagne glasses and filled it with
the newly made punch. Then she took a sip sinfully perfect.

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She looked in the direction Griffin ran.

Speaker 2 (01:36:02):
I'll return for Daddy after I make another quick stomp.

Speaker 1 (01:36:07):
Crampis left the house and got back into her sleigh.
Soon Crampis was flying into the haunting Whinteri sky again.
Margaret Nash and Angie Adams were cuddled up with each
other on the couch as they watched It's a Wonderful
Life together. They were the only two girls left in

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the ADK sorority house. The other sisters had gone home
to be with their families for the holidays. Can you
believe this weather, Angie muttered as she tightened her comforter
around herself. More the furnace ain't even keeping the housewarm.
Come here, Margaret murmured, and held Angie. He'll keep each

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other warm. The girls rested against each other as they
continued watching the movie. I wish Kat was here with us,
Margaret said, I can't believe she just up and left
and didn't say anything, and now what's gotten into her?
Angie agreed. Suddenly, the front doors burst open. The girls

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screamed as a huge blast of snow and wind blew
into the living room and practically chilled them to their bones.
They screamed again when they saw the demonic figure standing
in the doorway. Crampis walked in and saw the girls
running upstairs. She growled and raced up after them with

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her powerful legs. She was on them before they could
hide in one of the bedrooms. She grabbed them and
brought them into a bedroom herself.

Speaker 2 (01:37:42):
You two were very naughty this year, Crampis told them,
you bitches only pretend to be my friends.

Speaker 1 (01:37:51):
She then threw them both onto the bed. Annie immediately
recognized the face. Kat Oh, Jesus, Cat, what happened to you?
Margaret saw that Annie was right and screamed. Crampis moved
right to them and lifted them off the bed.

Speaker 2 (01:38:12):
You two were plotting with Daddy to overthrow me. You
think I don't see through you two backstabbers?

Speaker 1 (01:38:20):
Margaret's jaw dropped. What are you talking about? We've always
stuck by you. Cat, You're wrong, you're our friend. Annie
told her we would never do anything to hurt you.
Crampus shook them. I saw you two talking to my dad,
She roared. You both flirted with him, and it wasn't

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just once. We were just talking to him. Margaret stammered,
he's a senator. How could we tell him to fuck off?
We can't even stand him. Annie added, he's such a pig. Please, Cat,
listen to us. You're our friend and we love you.

Speaker 2 (01:39:02):
Lies. You two will say anything to avoid judgment.

Speaker 1 (01:39:07):
She pushed them away and pointed right at them. Your
soulis are my. The girls started crying. Now you're wrong.
Annie shrieked, you're wrong. We never plotted against you. We
would never do that. Margaret agreed. I admit we didn't
always agree with everything you did, but we always stood

(01:39:29):
by you. Remember last Christmas when you wanted us to
watch It's a Wonderful Life with you, Margaret recalled, We
ended up staying up all night watching Christmas movies together.
That was so much fun. We spent so much time together, Kat,
Annie said, it wasn't just because we're in this god

(01:39:50):
forsaken sorority together. We both love you, we we Then
she started crying more. What happened to you, kat? Margaret
held Annie as she cried. Then Margaret began to cry again.
She looked to Crampis. Whatever we did to piss you off,

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We're sorry. Crampis felt these girls were telling the truth.
She snorted and slowly backed away from them. She really
wanted to claim their souls, but they had been telling
the truth. They had never once conspired against her. Now
she was the one who had hurt them. Cathy was

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ready to relinquish the power, but then the face of
her father came back into her mind. Griffin Betcher was
a very naughty person. It was time for Crampis to
settle the score with him once and for all. Crampis

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burst right through the front door of these child at
home and found them all in the living room. Lorraine, Ruth,
and Crampis pointed right at Griffin.

Speaker 3 (01:41:09):
You.

Speaker 2 (01:41:10):
I'm here to claim your souls, daddy.

Speaker 1 (01:41:14):
She leaped at Griffin and picked him up.

Speaker 2 (01:41:16):
Still think I'm weak. Look at how you cower like
a naughty little child at knowing it's too late to
repent when I come for them.

Speaker 1 (01:41:26):
Yes, Griffin replied quickly, Yes, you're right, Kathy, I am weak.
I am a piece of shit. I've given into the
sins of flesh too many times. I put it even
above my own family, my own wife.

Speaker 2 (01:41:43):
And then there's all the money you've spent on luxuries.

Speaker 3 (01:41:46):
For your whores.

Speaker 1 (01:41:48):
Crampus added, do you have any idea how hard it
was for your wife to have to raise two children
without the help of a deadbeat daddy who cared more
about his cock than his own children. Crampis lifted him
up and threw him across the living room next to
the fireplace. She was back on him almost immediately. She
lifted him by his pressed shirt collar and brought his

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head close to the fire. Kathleen, No, Lorraine beckoned.

Speaker 2 (01:42:16):
You can't save him. Even people like Griffin are beyond saving.
He had many opportunities to do the right thing.

Speaker 1 (01:42:24):
She redirected her attention back to Griffin.

Speaker 2 (01:42:27):
Remember how you betrayed me to take Whitney Plaza as
your mistress. And it wasn't just once you betrayed me.
Many times you chose her over your own daughter. She roared,
with enough anger to shake the entire house. But now
you're going to find out what hurts much worse, betrayal

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or fire.

Speaker 1 (01:42:51):
Kathy No, Griffin shrieked, No, please, too late, Crampis growled.
She shoved his head into the fireplace and held him
there as his head caught fire and started burning quickly.
Griffin screamed as his pain seemed to last for eternity.
Lorraine tried to pull Crampis off him, but it was

(01:43:13):
much too late. His soul now belonged to Crampis and
was now stored in the snow globe with the others
she had claimed. Crampis turned her attention to Lorraine and Ruth.
She seemed surprised when Ruth was right there in front
of her. Please Cathy no more, She begged her older sister,

(01:43:38):
please come back. Crampis was about to push Ruth away,
but then Ruth hugged her. Kathy, I love you. She
looked up into Crampis's face. Please come home. I missed
my big sister. Lorraine looked at Crampis. Ruth's right. You

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and Ruth are both my baby girls, and I gave
you both the best years of my life to raise you.

Speaker 2 (01:44:07):
Right.

Speaker 1 (01:44:08):
I did it because I love you both so much.
Maybe your father only cared about himself, but you always
had your sister. You always had me. You'll always have
the two of us. You'll always have a home here
with us. We'll never never stop loving you. No, no,

(01:44:28):
it's too late, Crampis stammered. I've already taken lives and souls.
There can be no redemption for me. Now you have
the souls. Lorraine agreed, but you can give them back.
You can still do the right thing, Kathleen. Don't let
your soul be damned like this. Is this really what

(01:44:52):
you want? Crampis began to cry. Now, then she growled
and tried to shatter the snow globe. Instead of breaking,
the globe came off the staff and right into Ruth's hands. Suddenly,
the snow globe glowed bright white as Ruth willed the

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souls Crampus had taken to be returned to their owners.
Crampis roared as he found himself being pulled out of
Kathy and back into the snow globe to return to
his lair. Once his spirit was gone, there was a
bright flash of light and everything had changed. Christmas morning came,

(01:45:41):
Cathy was standing at the front door of her family's
house with Margaret and Annie. Kathy knew her two friends
would be in the sorority house alone, so she invited
them to come home with her for Christmas. Lorrain didn't
mind in the least. Kathy even brought presents for her
Muther and sister. When Ruth opened her gift from Cathy,

(01:46:04):
it was a big snow globe that had Santa Claus
sitting on his throne at the north pole. She shook
it to make the artificial snow move around in the water.
In fact, only Ruth knew the events that had happened
with the Crampis snow globe. Upon returning the souls to
their owners and restoring them to life, she willed that

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the previous day's events be forgotten. Cathy would never come
to be in possession of the Crampis snow globe from Tinkers.
In the new reality, Cathy ended up reconsidering her stance
against ignoring her family and decided to return home for
the holidays. After the spring semester started at Strickfield University,

(01:46:51):
she resigned as president of the ADK Sorority and left
the house. To her surprise, Margaret and Annie wouldn't let
her go alone and joined her. Kathy no longer needed
a sorority, not when she had two best friends, her
mother and Ruth. In fact, Kathy moved back home with

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her family. Margaret and Annie moved in with the Betchers
as boarders to help with the expenses. Cathy could now
spend some quality time with both her two friends and
her mother and sister. About a week after Kathy had
settled in back home, Isley Tinker stood outside the Betcher

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house with the Crampest snow glow in his hand. Seeing
little Ruth playing with Kathy, he both admired and detested
the little girl. At the same time, children unfortunately still
proved to be innocent, even in this day and age.
He said outloud, that's what saved your soul. On Christmas

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Eve night, Kathleen Betcher, you may have your family and
your friends. He looked into the globe and saw the
figure's eyes glow bright red. Crampis will simply seize another
vessel to carry out his judgment against the wicked, or
perhaps return for you next Christmas Eve. From there, he

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turned and walked away, leaving the Betcher house and its
occupants in peace, at least for now. Operation Deadly Night
by Keith tom The New York Spectator, Tuesday September twentieth,

(01:48:53):
two thousand and forty seven headline Rolin's Robotics ready to
roll out Robosanta's by Robert Jackson. The Rolins Robotics Company
RRC announced today that they will be offering a Santa
Claus modification or mod for their popular line of RMS
X seven android butlers. The kit will include new behaviors

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and routines, as well as a Santa jacket, hat and beard.
The company said that the kits should start shipping as
early as November first, Eric Vasquez, a professor of economics
at MIT, expects the trend of introducing add ons to
personal Android servants or pass to increase in the future.

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Quote with almost a quarter of Americans owning a PAS,
nearly everyone that can afford one already has one, Professor
Vasquez said, offering the ability to modify your Android butler
is the next logical step and could be a real
boost to rrc's bottom line. If they want to hang
on to their nearly sixty percent market share, they need

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to justify their higher price point to consumers and stay
off lower priced competition such as Modern Robotics Inc. December
twenty fourth, seven fifty six am Port, Presley, Maryland, the
delivery drone descended from the sky and hovered in front

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of a white, narrow, three story townhouse. As it verified
the address verification complete, it gently deposited a package on
the mat in front of the door and sent a
signal that tripped the doorbell circuit. Duty complete, it shot
up in the air, continuing its endless journey to supply

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goods to the masses. The Rowlands Robotics Model RMS X
seven one five personal Android servant, known to its owners
as Charles noted the buzz of the doorbell and turned
off the iron before placing it on the ironing board.
He turned towards the door and his tread softly as

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he rolled across the carpet. Charles had a humanoid torso,
arms and head covered in metallic gold skin, sitting on
top of a metal pole ending in a base with
a series of independently functioning treads. These treads help him
maneuver over difficult terrain, including stairs. Wearing a butler's jacket,

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he had the poise and dignity of an old English butler.
Charles opened the door and retrieved the package. He quickly
scanned the label and entered the kitchen. Mister Molson, a
package has arrived for you, he stated in his flat,
metallic voice. George Molson looked up from his newspaper and
held out his hand. His level of excitement shot up

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when he looked at the sender's information. Helen, this is
the Santa Mood I was telling you about. I was
hoping we might be able to get it before Christmas.
They certainly cut it close a mod. Is this something
for Charles? Helen asked George side. Yes, I told you
about this weeks ago. It turns Charles into a Santa Claus.

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George walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed a
pairing knife from the knife block. That's nice, dear, Helen replied, absently.
Disappointed over Helen's lack of enthusiasm, George said, at least
the kids will love it. Helen thought about it and replied, well,
the twins will love it, but Kevin'll hate it. Well,

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Kevin is sixteen years old. He hates everything. Helen's side,
you're right about that. As George opened up the package
and took out the Santa outfit, Helen changed subjects. I
wish you didn't have to work today. It's Christmas Eve.
We talked about this. It's either I worked today or
we'll have to cut our trip to Martha's Vineyard short,

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he said absently, as he scanned the instructions for the
mod I know, it's just that there's so much to
do to get ready for our trip tomorrow. George laid
the instructions on the table and looked at his wife.
You'll handle it beautifully, you always do, he said, looking
at his watch. Oh, why I have to get going.

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I'll be home late turning to Charles, George gave instructions. Charles,
I need you to download the Christmas update, and after
all the kids are in bed, put on the outfit
and enable Santa mode. He indicated. The clothes on the table.
You'll need to wrap the presents that are in my
office and put them under the tree. Wake everyone up
at seven am. If we're not up already, you'll be

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passing out presents and singing Christmas carols. Have breakfast ready
by eight thirty. We'll need to be on the road
by ten. Yes, sir, it will be done, Charles said.
George turned back to his wife. I gotta go try
and have a nice day, he said, as he kissed
her on top of her head. He turned and left
the room. A few seconds later, Helen heard the front

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door open and shut. Helen's so much to do, she thought,
Rubbing her temples, she addressed Charles, Charles, I need you
to clean the house from top to bottom. I will
not come back from vacation to a dirty house. Finish
all of the laundry, pack our clothes for the trip,
and make sure that the twins, especially Tommy, take a bath,

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have lunch ready by noon and dinner ready by seven, mister,
she paused, Mister Moulson will not be joining us for dinner.
If you have any issues, I'll be in my room.
I need to lay down and rest for a bit. Yes, ma'am,
it will be done, Charles said. Helen left the room
as Charles began cleaning. Kevin Molson sat on the edge

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of his bed playing a video game. He was wearing
a pair of thick VR goggles with opaque lenses soft
pads covered each year. His head and hands jerked back
and forth as he worked an invisible joystay. Yeah, this sucks.
Will be gone for over two weeks, Kevin said over
the headset to his girlfriend. Yeah, I'll miss you too, babe,

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but I'll call every night. He nodded and smiled. Yeah,
that would be sexy, and I promise I won't let
anyone else see the pictures. Kevin listened for a few
more minutes before slamming his hand down on the bed
and yelling, you bitch, what Oh no, not you. I
just got fragged in the game. I hate campers. Charles

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knocked on Kevin's door and called out Master Kevin. When
he received no reply, he checked the data streams and
identified Kevin's gaming stream. Tapping into it, he said, Master Kevin,
this is Charles. May I enter your room? Kevin snarled,
damn it, leave me alone. No, not you, babe, Charles.

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The fucking robot is being a pain in my ass again.
You are so lucky you can't for a robot maid.
Master Kevin, your mother has requested me to clean your
room and pack your clothes for the trip. Charles stated.
Kevin had learned that once Charles was set on a task,
he would not relent until the task was complete. Fine,

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come in, Kevin said, mockingly. He tapped the side of
his VR goggles and the lenses became clear, allowing him
to see the android enter his room. As Charles worked
quietly and efficiently, Kevin spent the time making fun of
him to his girlfriend while knocking things off the dresser

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for Charles to pick up. Charles left Kevin's room and
rolled down the hall to the bedroom of the twins.
He heard a loud thump and laughter. Knocking on the door.
He asked, Master Tommy, Mistress Tammy, may I enter. He
heard whispering and more giggles. After a few moments, Tammy said,

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come in. When Charles entered the room, he saw six
year old Tammy sitting on the edge of the bed,
both hands pressed against her mouth, trying to stifle the laughter.
Charles rolled in and stopped a few feet from the bed.
Your mother tasked me with making sure you and your
brother bathe and I need to clean your room before
you go to bed. Instead of answering, Tammy removed one

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hand from around her mouth and pointed behind Charles. Charles
rotated his torso to look behind him, just in time
to see Tommy leaping off a bookshelf. Charles caught Tommy
in mid air and began to spin his torso around
increasingly faster. Tommy squealed with laughter the whole time. Charles

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stopped spinning and gently put Tommy down. The child took
a couple of steps, stumbling like a drunk sailor, and
plopped down on the floor, grinning like mad. Charles looked
at the twins and asked, okay, who wants to get
a bath first? Each of them pointed at the other.
Later that night, the only sound that could be heard

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in the house was the sound of Charles's treads as
he maneuvered around the family room furniture and placed the
last present almost lovingly under the tree. Charles examined the
front of the red and white Santa jacket he was
wearing and adjusted his hat before moving to the charging pod.

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He backed into the pod and powered down. December twenty fifth,
twelve thirty a m. New York, New York, A man
dressed in a dark blue hoodie and ripped jeans, put
down his coffee and looked around at the other patrons
in the small coffee shop. He was sitting at a

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small corner table and had spent the last few hours
making sure that no one was paying him any attention.
Checking the clock on the wall, he saw that it
was time to start. He removed his portable wrist tablet
from his left arm and sat it on the table.
Unfolding the screen, He clicked on several icons and it

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was soon connected to a Rolins Robotics Company data server.
He made one last quick scan around the room, then
tight run deadly night into the display. After confirmation that
his program ran, he took a last drink of coffee,
put his tablet back on his wrist, and strolled out

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the door into the night. December twenty fifth, twelve thirty
a m Port, Presley, Maryland. Charles's head snapped up to attention,
his gold skin reflecting moonlight behind his white beard. He
tilted his head as if he was listening to something

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far away, before he uncoupled from the power connection and
began to roll through the living room. He crossed the
hall into the kitchen and stopped in front of the counter.
Reaching up, he withdrew a large chef's knife from the block.
Humming a Christmas tune, he proceeded out into the hallway

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and then began ascending the stairs. The door to the
main bedroom flew open, and Charles rushed in. Ho Ho, ho,
Merry Christmas, he exclaimed. Helen jerked awake, sitting upright in
her bed. What what's going on? Helen looked, confused. Why

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it's Christmas, the most magical time of the year, Charles
said in a deep booming voice. Helen snapped, it's the
goddamn middle of the night. Go downstairs and be quiet
until morning. What Charles boomed, and Miss Christmas, We can't
do that. You haven't even had your present yet. Charles

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rolled around to the side of the bed and plunged
the kitchen knife into her stomach. I made this just
for you. At the North Pole, Charles began singing jingle
bells and stabbing to the beat of the song. Helen
tried to scream, but all she could manage was a
gurgle amid the rush of blood. In the other room,

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Kevin had his VR goggles on, floating through the net
looking for sights that show inappropriate images, the kind his
parents wouldn't approve of. A Few minutes earlier, he had
wedged an old hockey stick in the doorframe to keep
his parents out. After all, a teenager needs his privacy.

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He went to one of his favorite sites, the one
that featured his favorite adult star. Finding a recent video
of hers, he laid back and began to enjoy it
when a voice rang through his headset. Oh, Kevin, naughty, naughty.
Don't you want to be on Santa's good list? Said

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a deep voice. Kevin sat up. Who the hell is this?
Get off my stream, he yelled. Come on now, Kevin,
be nice, Let Santa in. I want to give you
your present, the voice said. Kevin tore the goggles off
of his head, and he could now hear someone pounding

(02:02:32):
on his bedroom door. The door was shaking in its
frame and the wood was beginning to splinter. Getting off
the bed, Kevin could hear singing some old Christmas carol,
and he noticed a metallic tone to the voice. Charles,
is that you, Kevin asked, slowly approaching the door. Some

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call me Chris Kringle, but the kids call me Sam
Ho ho ho, Charles bellowed from behind the door. You
finally flipped your circuits. Man, You're crazy, Kevin yelled back.
There was a few moments of silence, then a thud

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as a knife was plunged through the door. Jesus Christ,
Kevin exclaimed. He began to look around his room for
a weapon, any weapon. There was another thud as Charles
plunged the knife through the door again. The knife was
twisted about, widening the crack, pulling it back. Charles was

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about to ram the knife through the door a third
time when he registered movement from down the hall. Turning
his head, he could see the twins staring at him
from their bedroom doorway. Charles turned towards them, the white
trim of his jacket soaked in blood. He spread his

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arms wide. Welcome, Come on, children, come and sit on
Santa's knee. Tell me what you want for Christmas. Charles
laughed jollily as he rolled forward toward the twins room.
The twins screamed and slammed their bedroom door closed. Kevin

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heard the scream and began to panic. He never realized
how much he loved those little twerps until now. Finally
remembering the baseball equipment in his closet, he ran over
and started tearing through it. After a few moments, he
emerged with an aluminum baseball bat. Charles got to the
closed door of the twins room and pushed it open.

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He began to sing Rudolph the Red Nose rein Deer
as he rolled into the room. Sobbing could be heard
coming from under the nearest bed. As he rolled over
to it, he heard something behind him. Spinning around, he
spotted Tommy hiding next to the bookshelf. Tommy tried to

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run when Charles reached toward him, but the android grabbed
Tommy by the neck, holding him up in the air.
Charles began to spin. As he spun his torso faster
and faster, he began singing faster. He was soon rotating
at a blinding speed and When he sang the song's

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last words, he let go. Tommy flew through the air,
hitting the wall above the headboard. His legs and head
punched through the drywall, but his back hit a wall stud,
cracking both the stud and his spine. Tommy slid limply

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down the wall and tumbled off the bed. Tammy was
lying under the bed, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to
hold back the tears. She felt something was that she
was incomplete. She opened her eyes and stared into the
unblinking gaze of her twin, his lifeless body sprawled on

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the carpet in front of her. As she began to scream,
something grabbed her ankle and pulled her out from under
the bed. She turned and looked at Charles. He looked
back at her, grinning and asked, Hi, little girl, would
you like to sit on Santa's lap. Kevin was finally
able to open his door. Charles's assault on it had

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warped the doorframe, causing the hockey stick to wedge it
shut even tighter. It took quite a few swings with
the bat to clear the wedge. When he stepped into
the hall, he saw Tommy lying on the floor, twisted
and bent in unnatural angles. Charles was pulling Tammy out
from under the bed, holding her up by her ankles

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like a fisherman holds a prized catch. Spurred on by
pure rage, Kevin ran up behind Charles garls and began
to rain down blows from the baseball bat. Tammy tumbled
to the floor as Charles let go over, but Kevin
kept on swinging. The Android turned toward Kevin and reached
out for him, but the unrelenting onslaught caused him to

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tip over. The bat rose and fell time and time again,
while Charles began to sing Silent Night. George Moulson entered
his house after a long day. The kids would be
getting up for Christmas morning in a few hours, but

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he should be able to catch a bit of sleep.
He took off his jacket and hung it on the
coat rack. Turning, he heard a grinding noise and noticed
Charles entering the foyer. He looked to be in bad shape.
A couple of treads were broken, his main shaft was bent,
and he had a lot of large dents on his

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torso and head. He was also wearing the Santa jacket,
but there seems to be something dark and crusty all
over the front of it. Charles, what happened? Is everything okay?
George asked? Everything is fine, my lad. It's Christmas. Ho
ho ho, Charles replied. Charles, exit Santa mode and tell

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me what's going on, George said, the concern growing in
his voice. Come this way, young man, Come get your
gift from under the tree. Charles began rolling toward the
living room, herding George along in front of him. What
the hell is going on? Here are Helen and the kids? Okay?

Speaker 2 (02:08:43):
Wait?

Speaker 1 (02:08:45):
Is that dried blood on your jacket? George kept backing
up as Charles pushed him into the living room. Now,
young man, choose a gift, Charles boomed, pointing toward the
far wall. George glanced that way and did a double
t all color leaving his face as he realized that
the Christmas tree had new ornaments, ones made up of

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fingers and toes and other bits of human flesh. Oh god,
George moaned as he covered his mouth, trying not to
be sick. He stumbled away from Charles, his back hitting
the brick of the fireplace. He looked up and saw
four new objects hanging from the mantle. These were not

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the stockings that they hung with care last week. These
were heads, human heads, each with a bright red bow
in the middle of their forehead. George fell to his
knees sobbing. Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas, Charles said as

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he raised a knife. December twenty fifth, San Francisco, California.
Percy Billington, CEO and founder of Modern Robotics, Inc. Sat
at his desk and looked at a wall of monitors,
each tuned into a different news broadcast. Occasionally, he tapped

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a button on a control panel to unmute a specific channel.
Monitor twenty seven getting dozens of reports of death at
the hands of android servants in the Houston area. Police
are still trying to determine the extent of these bizarre attacks.
Monitor twelve have no idea why the robotic butlers would
begin killing their owners. We have reports of killings in

(02:10:41):
other states, so it would appear that this is not
confined to the Indianapolis area. Monitor forty. It appears that
the family was sitting down to open presence when their
android butler began its violent attack. Wait, I'm being told
that there are reports of other attacks in London. We
are trying to confirm those as rumors right now. Percy's

(02:11:02):
phone buzzed and he looked down to see a text
message scrolling across the screen. It appears that Operation Deadly
Night was a success, it read. Percy replied, beyond expectations
and the rest of my money, the reply asked. Percy
punched a couple of keys on his keyboard and replied sent.

(02:11:26):
After a few minutes, he received a final text payment verified,
pleasure doing business with you. Percy sat back and enjoyed
the moment, allowing himself a quick smile. Great success requires
taking risks, and it seemed like this one was going

(02:11:47):
to pay off. Celebration over, he resumed his solemn demeanor.
He clicked a button and replaced the newscasts with live
images of members of the Modern Robotics Board and other
key employees. Clicking his microphone live, he spoke his deliberate,
slow soft voice slicing through the air. Gentlemen and ladies,

(02:12:12):
it seems that there has been some incidences involving android
servants attacking and potentially killing their owners. I have it
on good authority that this issue was restricted to the
Rowlins Robotics line of X seven Androids. We all agree
that this is a tragedy and our hearts go out

(02:12:33):
to the victims, but we need to recognize that this
does present an opportunity with our new line of Android
hitting the market next month. We had projected that sales
would be sluggish. However, with these new and tragic circumstances,
we have an opportunity to capture market share from RRC.

(02:12:55):
We will have our friends in the media highlight the
dangers of the X seven line and the advances we've
made in security and safety for our new EB one series.
People will see our new line is a safe alternative.
It's vital that we move on this quickly, and I
expect everyone to be in the office in three hours

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for an in person strategy meeting. Todd Atkins, assistant director
of Research, raised his hand when Percy acknowledged him. Todd spoke, Sir,
I understand the importance of this, but it's Christmas. Percy
leaned in until his face filled up the screen. Christmas,

(02:13:39):
he said, Bah humbug.

Speaker 2 (02:13:49):
Dead.

Speaker 1 (02:13:50):
Silent night by David ohen Gemma's orgasms reminded Derek of
Flipper reruns. It was why he'd stopped fucking her in
the first place. That and her clothes always left cat
hair on his bedspread. Derek hated cats, but no one
wants to spend the holidays jingling their own bells, so

(02:14:13):
Derek made sure he was coincidentally strolling through the shopping
center where Gemma taught aerobics and sweet talked his way
back into her good graces and her great places. Derek
would cut her loose again around mid January. That would
give her enough time to find a date before Valentines.

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He imagined it sucked being a single chick on v Day,
and since he was a considerate piece of shit, he'd
do her that small favor. Besides, January was a target
rich environment and he didn't need any other entanglements. Once
the Chubbies got on their New Year, New me bullshit,
all Derek had to do was smile. That was enough

(02:14:58):
to reassure them that the fact had diet and power
walking were working a different pig in the blankets every
night of the week. Derek wasn't picky about where his
beef buss stopped as long as the passengers disembarked nightly. Besides,
it kept him distracted from his other interests and that

(02:15:18):
kept him out of trouble, so he went back to
harpooning the porpoise with purpose. Jemma dug her fingernails into
his chest as she slammed herself down on his yule log.
She was getting closer and closer to another orgasm, and
the high pitched squeaking got him further and further away

(02:15:38):
from his own. Derek squeezed his eyes shut tight and
tried to focus on the task at hand. Moisture warmly
splattered up his chest. He raised a brow without opening
his eyes. She was still grinding down on him. She
tensed and quivered, but she was quiet. Derek looked up

(02:16:00):
at her and the glistening sweep of steel protruding from
below her chin. Oh no, not again, he thought. The
blade tore down, cracking noisily through her sternum. Her bisected
heart pumped a money shot over Derek's face and the

(02:16:21):
six hundred dollars sheets the weapon retracted. Jemma's shoulders slumped
and her head lulled forward as if to inspect the damage.
Derek's unblinking gaze focused on the precise wound. The little
fuckers were meticulous in everything they did. That's how they
made such wonderful toys. Derek heard the tinkering of bells

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on the tips of the curly toed shoes from behind Gemma.
Her body tipped forward and covered Derek's torso. The little
figure walked up her back and stood on her shoulder
blades to look down on Derek. It cleaned out a
pointy ear with an equally pointy talon on its pinky,
and smiled with its interlocking chompers. A high pitched giggle

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started in the things bloated belly. You're in a bit
of a pickle, Pally, the elf told him. It scooped
Jemma's panties off the headboard with the tip of the sword.
Hate to tell you, but that's the last present you'll
be unwrapping you. You but no, Derek shook his head

(02:17:33):
and continued muttering, right, I know, I got the wrong Derek,
It's all a big mix up. Heard it all before
the ELF's bulbous eyes rolled heard it from you. As
a matter of fact, the creature wasn't wrong. The commercialization
of Christmas meant all the little crotch goblins got presents,

(02:17:54):
no matter how naughty they were, which upset the universal
balance of good and evil. You wouldn't think an action
figure would be that big of a deal, but that's
how it always starts. Give Little Timmy a he man,
and the next thing you know, he's strangling lot lizards
on the I forty. And despite what ten year old

(02:18:16):
Derek was caught doing with Stepmommy's dirty panties, the peepole
in his sister's closet, and the incident with Mima's electrolux,
he still got a brand spanking new Brave Star fort
carim play set for Christmas and a lump of coal
to remind him to change his ways. Of course, he

(02:18:38):
didn't take the hint, so the next year he got
a visit from peppermint Ray. If Santa could no longer
reward good behavior with bribes of handcrafted toys, then the
only reasonable course of action was to send his pre
diabetic horde of mercenary fairyfolk to murder the shit out

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of the bad children. Not all the elves were happy
about the drastic change in job duties, but luckily for
old Saint Nick, peppermint Ray found taking kiddos apart far
easier than putting toys together, and infinitely more fun. However,
he wasn't the sharpest carving knife in the workshop drawer.

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When he went to punish little Derek, the boy easily
convinced Ray that he had the wrong house. In the
fifteen years since three other elves had attempted to correct
the mistake, Peppermint Ray wore a sterling candy cane on
a chain around his neck in memory of each of them.
Derek squirmed beneath Jemma's body. For someone so light and fit,

(02:19:47):
her corpse might as well have been an anvil. Ray
gently draped Jemma's panties over Derek's face and raised the
curved sword overhead. Derek stretched out a hand, groping blindly
for help. His fingers curled around the cold steel loop.
Round one of the night had thankfully involved some light bondage.

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He glanced up at Ray through the sheer lace thong
and jerked himself hard to the side by the handcuffs
hanging from the headboard. The pillow erupted and the elf
went face first into the sheet rock through a blizzard
of feathers. Derek hung over the side of the bed,
with Jemma still pinning him in place. He twisted and

(02:20:30):
pulled himself away, keeping his eyes locked on peppermint. Ray
the wicked elf, looked up at Dereck's mirror ceiling and
blew bloody indigo snot from his nostrils before cracking the
crooked schnaus back into shape. Derek's sweaty ass squeaked across
the wood floor as he pushed himself toward the door.

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Ray straightened his hat and hopped calmly down from his perch.
That one's gonna cost you pally, the elf, hissed. Derek
rolled over and jumped to his feet, bursting forward out
of the bedroom. With the frantic tickling of Ray's bells
giving chase, Derek twisted, taking a precious second to pull
the door shut. He cranked back the knob and prayed

(02:21:14):
his sighs would be enough to hold it. The Tomtian
scimitar crashed through the door, its hollow ground edge stopped.
Shy of giving Derek the circumcision his parents had skipped.
A single drop of blood rolled off the tip of
the retreating organ. Derek ran down the hallway, shrieking the

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whole way. Ray pressed his face to the gash in
the door, I'm going to turn your guts into Garland.
Derek suddenly regretted buying the ostentatious five bedroom home. Sure,
there were lots of places to hide, but you can't
hide from an elf, not on Christmas. That meant escape

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was his only option, and the front door felt miles away.
The doorknob banged into the bedroom wall, followed by the
sound of Ray's pursuit, the pitter patter of his tiny feet,
and jingling of his bells that fell into an adorable,
terrifying cadence slap tinkle, slap tinkle, slap tinkle. Derek's trembling

(02:22:18):
fingers fumbled with the chain lock, finally popped it out
of place, and then moved to the dead bolt. Ray
raised the curved sword overhead as he charged and let
out a piercing battle cry. Derek jerked the door open.
The frigid air sent shivers and goosebumps rioting across his body.

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His jaw hung in a silent scream. His thigh warmed
with the sputtering stream of piss cascading down it. The
reindeer's obsidian glare met Dereck's as it chomped the nub
of a severed arm and sucked it into its maw
like human spaghetti, until only the wiggling fingers stuck out

(02:22:59):
between its lipsps. Derek whipped his head back and forth
from the beast to the psycho Elf, again and again
until the motion jarred loose a rational thought, he launched
a kick straight into Ray's chin and sent him reeling
across the floor like a festive thirty pound sack of potatoes.

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Derek quickly re secured the door and darted into the
living room. And ELF's senses were highest the closer they
got to Christmas, when they needed absolute concentration to fulfill
their toy making duties. A concussion probably hopefully would dull
those senses. Derek wriggled between the wall and the back

(02:23:41):
of the couch. It was a stupid place to hide,
but he didn't spend enough time at home to warrant
excessive furnishings. Peppermint Ray sat up and tested the looseness
of his teeth with his forked tongue. An incisor rocked
in its socket, drawing a frustrated growl from the tiny terror.

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He collected himself from the floor. His scimitar shimmered in
a sliver of light from the ajar bathroom door. He
waved it off and reached for the red striped handle
on his belt. The silver bells on the dagger's sheath
chimed as he unsheathed the blade. He held it up
and read the inscription Santa had personally etched into the

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side on Ray's thousandth kill, jolly is the kill for
goodness sake. Fucking a right at his fat man, Ray
pattered into the living room. Derek tried to focus his
hearing on anything other than the pounding of his own heart.
The elf would give himself away with the noisy decorations

(02:24:46):
of his uniform, but only if Derek could concentrate. He
bit down hard to keep his teeth from chattering. A
muffled tinkle pricked his ears. Derek turned his head to
look up at the top of the couch, fully expecting
Ray to be waiting, but he wasn't. Then suddenly there

(02:25:08):
arose such a clatter, rustling branches, snapping twigs, and shattering
ornaments overloaded his senses. The flickering multicolored lights cast their
rhythmic light show on the ceiling from the tree's new location,
ceramic huts and figures smashed on the hearth. As Ray
godzillad the dickens out of the model Christmas village on

(02:25:30):
the mantle, Derek clenched his fists until the knuckles popped.
Chicks loved that fucking village. Santa's surly assassin was throwing
a tantrum and destroying Derek's apartment because he couldn't find
his prey. A smile creased Derek's face. He can't find me.
That kick to the face turned his brain to eggnog.

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I'm gonna make it he can't find me, he thought
to himself, raising a quivering hand to cover his mouth
and stifle the yip of happiness. The silver bells began
to ring as they clacked across the floor like dice
and struck the wall trim. They shined brightly at the
end of the couch, inches from Derek's face. Ray knew

(02:26:17):
exactly where Derek was hiding. His tiny footsteps were imperceptible.
With his bells removed, he could come from anywhere. Right
on cue, the strand of lights dropped over the back
of the sofa and looped over Derek's head. Ray easily
jerked Derek up to his knees. The elf tightened the

(02:26:38):
jolly garat around his dainty fists, digging the twinkling plastic
barbs into his victim's throat. It's the twelfth day of
Christmas for you, Pally. Ray put a foot on Derek's
shoulder for more leverage. Blood spurted around the luminescent fangs.
You murdered Elves, Tom Tinkle, Sparky Charlie, and that fucking

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nitwit from the repaint department. You were supposed to be
his first kill. I wish I could make this last
all night. Derek forced himself to stand, and Ray hung
from the braided cord, squeezing consciousness from Derek even quicker.
The human twisted his body, slamming Ray into the wall.
He reached back, knocking the floppy cap from Ray's head

(02:27:23):
and seized a fistful of stiff white hair. Ray howled
in pain. The cord tightened and Ray pushed off the
wall with his feet. They crashed through a French door,
landing halfway into the dining room. Derek managed to roll
over in time to catch a petite punch right between
the eyes. Would you look at that Derek. Ray jerked

(02:27:45):
a thumb towards the jam mistletoe. How about a kiss.
Ray's tongue lashed across Derek's terrified face. Then he bit
down on the man's cheek. Derek squealed and bashed at
Ray's body. The elf shook his head side to side,
tearing a hole deep enough to see Derek's molers through.

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Derek slugged Ray in the gut and flung him off.
The would be killer smacked against the hardwood. Derek staggered
upright as Ray rose to his feet with a chuckle.
The downed pine separated the two combatants. Ray unsheathed his
dagger and tossed it between his hands and began to

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whistle a melody. Can't we make a deal, Derek whined,
Stuck and around the Christmas tree, he sang hoarsely, have
a happy slaughter in Everyone dies eventually in ways that
are sick and in. Ray chuckled at his own artistic genius,

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Shuffling closer to the base of the tree. Derek raised
his fists, unsure of exactly how he was going to
punch some one three foot shorter than himself. Then he
saw another option. He needed a distraction. I'm a pervert,
he admitted, I'm a womanizer. I like to fuck a lot.

(02:29:16):
Maybe if you'd lay off the suits, you could still
see your own ornaments when you look down. Ray glanced
at his pot belly and growled, you'd understand, then, I bet.
Derek continued, What did I do that makes me deserve
to die?

Speaker 2 (02:29:30):
Like?

Speaker 1 (02:29:30):
You've never rubbed one out to missus claws? You keep
her out of this? You have, haven't you? Derek forced
to laugh? Or is it all that sugar giving you
marshmallow dick? Since when is getting laid a capital of fence?
Ray knelt and tapped the dagger on the floor. Forget
what's in your basement, pally, Derek gulped. Santa sees it all,

(02:29:55):
Ray said, He's got a special list for your kind
of naughty. Derek dropped to the floor and grabbed the
tree star. Ray brought his hand up as the ornament
whizzed through the air and buried deep into his forearm.
Mother the Elf ripped it from the puckered wound and
snapped it in half. Derreck was gone. When he looked up.

(02:30:19):
His nose twitched up and down as he sniffed the air.
The human's nakedness made it easier to pick up the
scent of fear oozing from his skin. Ray knelt, placing
a hand on the floor. An ELF's tactile sense had
to be hyperactive to make the best toys. He could
feel the vibrations of Derek's footsteps in the kitchen. There

(02:30:42):
would be weapons in there. Ray scowled, fine, pally, We'll
do it your way. Ray clenched the knife between his
teeth and slithered across the floor. Dereck rocked in place
on the kitchen floor. He kept his eyes on the
basement door. The fat old bastard couldn't know. Not really.

(02:31:03):
There was no way he could see everything in the
world at the same time, could he. He thought about
opening the door, giving up the collection like a peace offering,
and turning over a new leaf. It could be his
new Year's resolution. Then Peppermint Ray would let him go.
He'd have to, because that would make Derek a good

(02:31:26):
boy again. That's what he needed to do. It would work.
Derek stopped rocking and rose to the balls of his feet.
Ey shine under the dining table made his heart sputter.
Ray's forked tongue licked greedily across his lips. Truce. Derek shouted.

(02:31:46):
Ray stabbed his dagger into the tile, sending shards flying
as he sprang from the hiding spot. Derek raised his hands.
Ray gritted his teeth, pushing his little legs to run faster.
Derek struck the lighter and spray the oven cleaner through it.
Missus claws made fine suits for all the elves, Unfortunately

(02:32:06):
none of them met the NFPA standard for fire resistance.
Ray leaped into the air, becoming a living comet that
smashed bodily into his victim's face. The dagger slid across
the floor along with four of Derek's teeth. The elf
rolled away, slapping at the flames and spewing profanities while
Derek cackled, I can smell your chestnuts roasting shorty, Derek spat.

(02:32:32):
Derek pulled himself up by the edge of the counter.
His split lip poured blood down his naked torso as
they curled in a painful smile. Peppermint. Ray tumbled across
the floor and disappeared into the open pantry with a thud.
Precariously stacked items toppled onto him. The entire space flared

(02:32:52):
up into an inferno. How many more elves could Santa
lose to kill one person. Besides, Derek wasn't a child anymore.
The fat fuck was working outside his jurisdiction. Derek limped
out of the kitchen. Extinguishing the fire might save the
elf and he couldn't risk that. Unfortunately, burning the house

(02:33:13):
down was going to be a bigger problem. It might
take a day or two, but eventually someone was going
to want answers about the contents of the basement. Derek
needed to get dressed, grab a few essentials, and find
an ATM before his accounts were frozen. He could patch
his wounds on the road. Something in the hallway caught

(02:33:34):
his eye. He stood over the Tomtian scimitar and snickered.
The sword wasn't much bigger than the butcher's knife he
kept for barbecues. He bent over to retrieve the weapon
and was surprised by the weight of the minuscule thing.
The veins bulged in his forearm as he hefted it up.

(02:33:54):
He'd never realized how strong the elves actually were. Tiny
engraved snowflake decorated the spine of the sword. And steamed gently,
as if they were really cold. The magic of the
North Pole seemed limitless. Derek wondered what it would be
like to wield such power. He ran his thumb over

(02:34:14):
the edge of the weapon and hissed. The slight contact
had opened a deep gash. If he could kill elves
so easily, then one old, obese human shouldn't be an issue.
He put the damaged digit into his mouth and sucked softly,
humming last Christmas. As he contemplated a trip to the

(02:34:36):
North Pole, killing Santa would solve everything. Oh, oh, holy shit,
the raspy voice hissed, you fucked up big time, Pally.
A smell something akin to burnt gingerbread cookies wafted around him.
Derek turned slowly. Ray looked more like jerky than peppermint,

(02:35:01):
white teeth locked together in a smile, surrounded by charred
black flesh speckled with raw muscle showing through. His hair
was completely gone, so were his clothes. For the most part.
The dagger was still there and made even shinier in
contrast to its crispy owner. You know the hardest thing

(02:35:22):
about being an elf, Palli, Ray asked, reaching the urinal
Derek raised the sword. You're a regular bob saggot. Huh
wise ass, Ray scratched at his cheek, peeling off a
hunk of burnt skin. More pieces dropped away on their own.
It's Christmas, Derek. That's the bitch of being an elf.

(02:35:44):
I only get one day a year to kill people
like you. You won't have to worry about that anymore.
This is the last time you'll what the fuck bare feet,
nine pairs of them padded into the hall. Derek looked
at the young women, one after the other, and then
the children, his children that they sheltered behind them. They

(02:36:08):
were disheveled, pale, and underfed, but every one of them
was smiling. The elf had gotten into the basement. More
of the damaged skin fell away, revealing slimy, wrinkled new
growth beneath. Ray shook like a dog in the rain
and slung the old flesh away. It splattered and plopped
around the hall. Bits still clung to him, but he

(02:36:31):
was healing. Santa's power isn't kept at the pole, Pally,
Ray said, It's kept in the hearts of the children.
They believe, and we keep on keeping on. It's the
magic of Christmas, we believe in Santa. One of the
children whispered, another reaffirmed it louder than the others, the

(02:36:52):
ones old enough to speak anyhow, and in Christmas miracles.
Marcy Webber stepped beside Ray and in elves. A tear
rolled down her cheek, the same way it had when
Derek held the chloroformed rag over her mouth and nose
outside of her sorority six years ago. She was his
favorite out of the whole collection. She aimed a finger

(02:37:16):
at Derek. You've been very naughty, she said. Derek let
the scimitar fall and was in a dead sprint before
it clattered to the floor. His legs pumped furiously. Ray
sprang after him. The window at the end of the
hallway exploded inward. Derek's feet hit the shards before they

(02:37:36):
could stop. They sliced and stabbed into his soles. The
bloody pads made him slide around before he crashed into
the wall and fell to all fours. The figure that
lumbered through the empty pane stretched and towered over him.
The heavy woolen coat hung to the ankles of the
snow caked leather boots, ice gripping spikes tore divots from

(02:37:59):
the hard would floor. As the stranger clumped closer to Derek.
Derek kept his head down and stared intently at those
boots and the ruddy stains of the fur lining coat.
The man stopped in front of Derek and led a
heavy olive green sack thump beside him. Look at me, boy.

(02:38:21):
Each word was a thunderclap raw supernatural power emanated from
every syllable. He stepped on Derek's hand, pressing the spikes
through the appendage with ease, I said, look at me.
Derek shook his head. The man huffed and knelt. His

(02:38:41):
mittened hands, squeezed the sides of Derek's skull, and tilted
his face up to stare him in the eyes. The bushy,
stark white beard dripped with melting snow. His platinum gaze
drilled deep into Derek's mind. Bones popped as the fat
man increased the pressure of hold. I know when you've

(02:39:02):
been bad or good, his voice boomed, And I know
what you're thinking. I once sent you a lump of
coal as a warning to change your ways. You did
not take heed. I learned my lesson, Derek stammered, You
can go. I'm good. Now they're free. I'm letting them go.

(02:39:24):
I'm changed. Yeah, yeah, like Scrooge, no pally, Ray said,
you're just screwed. Ray thrust the knife forward. Derek howled
in agony, right up the chimney. Ray twisted the dagger
with a gleeful hoot before cutting through Derek's pelvis. Was

(02:39:45):
that necessary, ray, Santa asked, standing back to his full height,
Not particularly, The elf admitted with a shrug. But it
brightened my night like twenty five thousand twinkling little bulbs.
Santa groaned and looked down at the figure at his feet.
Intestines unspooled through the gaping wound. As Derek writhed in place,

(02:40:09):
Ray peeled a remaining strip of his old burnt husk
away and flicked it onto Derek's back. Before walking outside,
Santa looked at the women and children, then to the
spreading flames, and finally back to Derek. It's beginning to
look a lot like crispness. O ho ho, he bellowed

(02:40:31):
with laughter. That did indeed make his belly jiggle like
a bowl full of jelly. He gathered his sack and
the survivors and guided them outside they opened their presence
and quickly dressed in the new coats and boots the
old man had brought for them. Peppermint Ray had clambered
up the harness of his faithful steed and sat on

(02:40:52):
its broad back. Santa made his way to them, giving
the reindeer a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He rubbed
massive creature's ear and looked up at Ray. Don't got
your finger on the pulse of it. No more do your, boss,
Ray asked with a crooked grin. No one wants clothes
for Christmas, besides the arsenal.

Speaker 2 (02:41:12):
Keep them warm.

Speaker 1 (02:41:13):
Until the cops show up. Santa glanced back at the conflagration.
Wasn't exactly subtle? Ain't nothing subtle about Peppermint Ray, snorted,
You did good tonight. Why don't you take the rest
of the evening off. Not a chance, Boss, The sleigh
bells are ringing, and they're playing my favorite tune. He

(02:41:34):
scratched the reindeer's back. Me and old Brute Cake got
a lot of stops. Before the sun's up. There is
a considerable backlog to clear off. The nautilust I suppose
Santa stepped back and gestured for them to go, I'll
see you in the morning. Then Merry Christmas. Ray onward.
Brute Cake Ray clicked his tongue, signaling the reindeer for takeoff.

(02:41:59):
Merry Chris Boss. The beast charged up the driveway and
leapt into the air, blasting off into the night. The
twinkling wake of its departure sparkled and crackled among the snowflakes.
Santa waved to them as they flew over the inferno.
Marry Christmas to all, Ray howled, and to all a

(02:42:21):
good night twelve days by Mike Ashkewey, to whom it
may concern. The following data logs were recovered from the
wreckage and flight recorder of the United Earth Colony ship

(02:42:43):
Roanoke in the year twenty three seventy. The data contained
within is from the lone custodial engineer aboard the vessel
during its journey to the proposed colony site on planet
l V life Viable five to two nine. The original
colony mission was launched from Pluto Station in twenty two
eighty and was projected to take twenty five years. Support staff,

(02:43:06):
their families, as well as a number of colonists were
estimated to have numbered at two thousand. All crew and
support staff are presumed to have perished under questionable circumstances
between December twelfth, twenty two ninety and December twenty fifth,
twenty two ninety. Certain portions of the record have been
redacted to protect United Earth military interests and to protect

(02:43:26):
certain individuals as well. Records will officially become available for
public consumption in January two thousand, five hundred via Freedom
of information request. Please retain all confidential information as eyes
only clearance. Contact your United Earth Military Science Division Support
officer for additional questions and follow up. Sincerely, Recovery Officer,

(02:43:48):
Titan Outpost Aaron Ricci. Date February second, twenty three, seventy five.
Roanoke Colony Ship Flight Recorder Data stream be USS Audio
log number one, December twelfth, twenty two ninety. Good morning,

(02:44:10):
is this thing on? This is Custodial Engineer David Lambert,
and this is my maintenance shift aboard the Roanoke. My
logs will be recorded via audio and by the ship's
virtual intelligence AKA Vinnie well Ma, you always wanted me
to go out and get a job, and well here
i am. I'm on the frontier of space and with

(02:44:30):
a whole new family of about two thousand. Maybe now
I'll find a wife, a or maybe a husband. I've
always considered dating an android too, so maybe we can
have robobabies. A brave new world for me. It's December
twelve and I'm the only one awake aupboard the ship

(02:44:51):
while everyone else is in cryo sleep for the next
several months. They need someone to make sure we don't
bounce too close to a star or accidentally veer off course. Now,
odds are I'll volunteer and run a maintenance shift again
and let everyone stay frozen, and I'll stay awake for
two weeks and maintain the systems. They only need a
person to stay awake for a few weeks at a

(02:45:12):
time to maintain things, and then go back to sleep
for a few months, then rinse and repeat. It's like
I'm a captain of my own ship in a sense.
I'll wake up again in March, make sure we're all
still alive and going where we're supposed to go, and
not wake up any of the United Earth's stuffed shirts
unless I have to. It's lonely, but I don't mind.

(02:45:35):
I have Vinnie to keep me company in the entire
library of congress On Hollow and every soccer match in history.
I'll be all right, it's Christmas time here and well
I'm gonna decorate, even if it's only for myself and Vinnie.
I managed to make some tinsel out of some stuff
I found in the engineering toolroom. I think it's fiber

(02:45:57):
optics of some sort, or maybe some of that name
nanotube stuff. I think maybe tomorrow I'll see if I
can put up a tree or some sort in the
mess hall. I know it's just me and the AI,
but it at least makes me feel somewhat like home.
While I'm here, I'll check the computer systems life support
and make sure the slipstream drives output is within acceptable range.

(02:46:19):
We won't hit our first milestone for another few years
of this journey, but got to make sure I cross
the eyes and dot the t's wait, is that the phrase?
Fuck it? Never mind? Vinnie and audio Log number one
audio log number two, December thirteenth, twenty two ninety log

(02:46:42):
Day two of maintenance shift. I was checking the computer
logs yesterday and found something weird. Seems like about two
weeks ago we had a small containment breach in one
of the lower science laboratories. It was supposed to be
related to something that some of the scientists had called
kind of scary to me, but none of my business.

(02:47:04):
Don't know how I feel about them messing with But
then again, I'm not supposed to understand it. It was
likely caused when we came a little close to a
radiation anomaly while in slip space. Vinnie, the ship's computer
chose not to wake anyone up because it was deemed
not a threat, but did note it in the ship's log.
Guess I didn't see it till this morning, when I

(02:47:25):
went through it all manually.

Speaker 2 (02:47:28):
Weird.

Speaker 1 (02:47:29):
No one should get too pissy at me, right, Vinnie,
Why didn't you wake anyone up? Is that you being
nice by letting us sleep in the freezers a bit longer?
Or is it a malfunction in your computer core? Guess
I'll take a look tomorrow, but right now I have
more important things to do. I found an old robotic
exoskeleton that I can turn into a kind of Christmas tree.

(02:47:53):
I'll probably decorate it tonight and listen to old Christmas
tunes while doing my reports. My moms and I used
to celebrate Christmas and make it a big deal. We'd
have hot cocoa and watch Hollows and we'd have a
ski trip too. I missed my mom's come to think
of it, Will they even be alive when we reach

(02:48:14):
the new colony? Can't even send a transmission in slipstream
without a massive time delay. I hope they're okay. Audio
logue number three, December fourteenth, twenty two ninety I went
down to the redacted lab this morning and it's a mess.
Stuff was strewn everywhere, and it seems something broke out

(02:48:37):
of one of the organic experiment labs. It's supposed to
be harmless genetic experimentation. I think stuff with grown hormones
and cross species. Doctor redacted is not going.

Speaker 2 (02:48:49):
To be happy.

Speaker 1 (02:48:51):
She always seemed grumpy anyway, So what do I care.
I've noted it with Vinnie, and internal sensors are actively
sweeping each deck. What more can I do? All biologics
are supposed to be frozen solid for the trip, or
at least in minimal activity and securely monitored for twenty
five years. I don't think it's dangerous. I mean, it's

(02:49:12):
probably some designer animal that somebody wants to field test
on a new planet. If it was dangerous at all,
Vinnie would have warned me, maybe it's a kiddie. Would
that be too much to hope for? I know the
lab is secure, at least Vinnie has the doors hermetically sealed.
It'll take a scientist's authorization. It's someone else's problem now.

(02:49:37):
I've cleaned up and secured the lab as best I can,
and accounted for all the labeled growth experiments. All experiment
pods are locked up tight and cryo seals are in place.
Likely going to set up in the mess hall tonight
and watch a bunch of movies and maybe rehydrate a
turkey dinner. It'll be a nice way to unwind after
the day i've had. Audio Log number four, December sixteenth,

(02:50:03):
twenty two ninety Something bad happened this morning. I'm sorry
to report that we lost a portion of the crew.
Vinnie is still compiling data now, but it seems like
there was an accident in one of the cryopods bays.
Most of the military cruise pods failed. There was a
malfunction inside their cryopods and it flooded them with the

(02:50:24):
freezing solution. They were basically all frozen solid, and the
bodies were destroyed in a way that I don't care
to describe. For the record, VINNI can explain in a
more scientifically detailed method if you wish, the poor bastards
didn't feel a thing.

Speaker 2 (02:50:44):
I don't think so.

Speaker 1 (02:50:45):
Anyway, we lost three hundred people in the blink of
an eye. I met a loss for words. I'll perform
my full account of the dead, and then I'll begin
procedures to wake up the command crew and inform them
of what happened. I don't want to be alone anymore.

(02:51:06):
Weirdest thing, though, there was music playing in the cryo
bay as I entered. It was silent night. I didn't
do that. But if I didn't do that, then who did?
That has to be my imagination? Too many long hours
stuck on this boat Audio log number six, December seventeenth,

(02:51:33):
twenty two ninety I can't bring the other cryopods online,
the command crew, the support staff. I can't even wake
up another custodial engineer. The system refuses to respond. Vinnie
is reporting a system wide failure relating to the reanimation
system caused by yesterday's failure. It believes it can be repaired,

(02:51:55):
but it'll involve taking him offline for several days while
it runs low level diagnostics. It would just be me
and the ship and maybe whatever else is on board.
This has to be just an accident and a coincidence.
I'll clean up as respectfully as I can, but I

(02:52:19):
may let the ship's reclamation and automated systems deal with it.
Burial in space isn't so bad, right, I know they
deserve better, but look, I'm just a custodian. I don't
get paid enough to put people into buckets to be
later identified. I'm not overly religious, but maybe I'll I'll

(02:52:39):
pray for them tonight or something, say a few nice things.
I'll say something anything. Wait, strike that from the record.
Please shit, Vinnie's offline. Please strike that from the record.
Fuck Audio log number seven, December nineteenth, twenty two ninety

(02:53:05):
Vinnie is still offline and repairing themselves. Something weird is
going on here. Internal motion sensors keep going off on
random decks. I've had motion detected on the engineering level,
recreation centers, and even some in the nursery cryopods. I
still am unable to wake the crew. I even went

(02:53:27):
down to the main command level and tried to manually
override the captain's pod. She's still sound asleep. Communications are
also completely offline as well. According to the logs, they
were manually taken offline over a month ago. Something is
wrong here. I'm afraid to go to sleep right now.

(02:53:49):
I'm going to go down to the armory and get
a gun and sleep with it beside me. Probably overkill, though.
What was that thing that mom used to say, Happiness
is a warm gun. It'll make me feel safer if
I get a gun. I'm getting a gun. Audio log

(02:54:12):
number eight December twentieth, twenty two ninety. Life support keeps
flicking on and off between the decks. Sometimes it's perfectly
warm and suitable for people, and other times it's almost
as cold as the vacuum outside the ship. Internal alarms
keep going off in the reacted room and now in

(02:54:32):
the computer core. I can't get into the lab area
though I sealed it off a few days ago, and
without Doctor Reacted authorization or one of her flunkies, I'm
locked out. I guess I could try blowing the door
and seeing what happens, but I don't want to risk
rupturing the bulkheads. I doubt that seismic survey charges would

(02:54:54):
work anyway. I went through the mess hall today and
sat by my Christmas tree and tried to find a
few minutes to get my thoughts together. I thought I'd
feel safer here, someplace familiar. It didn't work. I swear
the exoskeleton suit had moved where I'd put it now.

(02:55:16):
I haven't slept a lot in the last twenty four hours,
so I could be imagining it. I'm also positive I
faintly heard something over the ship's intercoms, like it was
something only I could hear. Again, I haven't been sleeping. Well,
Vinnie should be back online soon. Then I won't be alone.

(02:55:37):
He'll wake up the crew and I won't be alone.
I won't need this gun anymore. Oh yeah, this is
David Lambert or whatever. Christ I need to sleep. Audio
log number nine, December twenty second, twenty two ninety more dead.

(02:56:02):
I think we lost around eight hundred in the middle.

Speaker 2 (02:56:05):
Of the night.

Speaker 1 (02:56:07):
What in the fuck happened? The pods are flooded. They
drowned in their sleep, even the kids. Vinnie came back
online for a few but isn't responsive to commands. He
won't even say hello to me, just silence, but I
know he can hear me. I know it sounds crazy,

(02:56:28):
but I know I heard something laughing over the intercoms.
When I entered the Colonist's cryogenic section, internal censors went offline,
but not before I saw I saw something on the monitors.
That robotic exoskeleton was walking around the corridors. It doesn't
even have a computer core. It's a fucking husk. It

(02:56:50):
can't act independently. I am not fucking crazy. Why am
I still recording these Someone has to know what the
fuck is happening here. I am not crazy. I didn't
kill these people. Mom, I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye
to you to either of you. Please God help me.

(02:57:16):
Audiologue number ten, December twenty third, twenty two ninety I'm
being hunted now. Vinnie isn't a virtual intelligence. It's an
artificial intelligence, and he it, whatever it is, wants me dead.

(02:57:38):
Something escaped from the redacted labs and contaminated the biological
portions of his computer core. Vinnie took the exoskeleton and
is hunting me. Deck by deck, Vinnie is alive and
has a body.

Speaker 2 (02:57:54):
Now.

Speaker 1 (02:57:55):
He is the ship and at the same time, is
stalking the ship in a robotic suit that I just
had to drag up from storage. Power randomly fluxes off
across the different decks and sections. Vinnie controls the ship.
If the rest of the crew isn't dead by now,
they soon will be. I took this portable recorder, which

(02:58:17):
goes directly to the flight recorder, which is independent of
his operating systems. I don't think the pistol I have
can pierce the exoskeletons plating. It's funny. I'm going to
be murdered by something that was supposed to bring me joy.

Speaker 2 (02:58:33):
Did I mention?

Speaker 1 (02:58:34):
I made it a funny little Santa hat and beard.
I'm going to die out here, and there isn't a
whole lot I can do about it. I thought we
were friends, Vinnie. Didn't I treat you right? I thought
we were friends. Audio Log number eleven, December twenty fourth,

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twenty two. Vinnie is slowly siphoning off the air on
the ship. I'll suffocate in less than twenty four hours,
and there isn't a lot that I can do about it.
I can't get into the vehicle section to even get
a space suit. The bay is locked tight, and even
if I could, Vinnie blew the doors and all the suits,

(02:59:22):
vehicles and everything was blown into space. I don't even
think we're in slip space anymore. I don't feel the
hum of the engines anymore. I think Vinnie is toying
with me. Now, he's playing with the environmental controls. And
it's starting to get colder where I am. I can

(02:59:42):
see my breath and it's it's so cold I can't
even hold the pistol steady. The ship's speakers are playing
Santa Claus is coming to town at a frequency that
only I can hear. I fucking hate Christmas. Maybe I
have one last thing I can can do before I
eventually suffocate. I'm not going to let this son of

(03:00:06):
a bitch take me down, not without a fight. Ho
ho ho, motherfucker. Final data entry for United Earth Colonies
ship Roanoke. Custodial engineer David Lambert initiated liquid nitrogen purge
in the engineering deck, critically damaging all systems and leaving
the ship adrift. On December twenty fifth, twenty ninety at

(03:00:29):
twelve oh one am. Ship has suffered critical engine failure
to slipstream drive. Ship no longer able to complete mission objectives.
Ship's virtual intelligence disabled by unknown user. Experiment unaccounted for
as of December twenty fifth, twenty ninety. Escape pod launched
with zero biological life signs aboard. All crew and support

(03:00:49):
staff dead due to catastrophic failure across multiple systems. Cause
likely sabotage. Internal reporting of mental instability of crewmember Custodial
engineer David Lambert likely responsible for crew and vessel destruction.
Recommend investigation and activation of redacted protocol. Distress Beacon activated
on December thirty first, twenty ninety by unknown user. Awaiting

(03:01:13):
salvage and recovery operations and transmission. A Christmas to Remember
by Joe Solma. Donnie shifted his old Ford pickup into
gear as he left the rest stop. It should be

(03:01:36):
the last gas stop before he was finally home. It
had been a few years, and to be honest, for
a while, he couldn't have made the trip even if
he wanted to. He merged with traffic just as the
snow started to fall. It looked like it was going
to be a white Christmas after all. He was both
excited and apprehensive if he was being on it. He

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left home almost ten years ago and never looked back,
heading south, running from something that even he couldn't name,
just a feeling. He always hated the North, and it
bothered him to think he would die there. He headed
to Fort Lauderdale as soon as he could for a
better life, where he almost instantly got hooked on heroin

(03:02:25):
and became homeless, the shame of which kept him from
calling home for help, at least at first. Then it
got harder and harder for him to reach out, playing
out his family's scrutiny in his brain over and over.
He could just hear them calling him a junkie and
a loser. Every time someone overdosed next to him at

(03:02:47):
night under the yellow street lights, and he was so
high and scared, all he could do is watch another.
Part of that kid that moved south left him until
looking into the puddle's reflection, even he did and recognize
who he was. Florida was such an evil, soul sucking place,
he would think at times like that, it destroyed who

(03:03:10):
he was and replaced him with this junkie in his skin.
He didn't know whose eyes looked back at him with
the disheveled beard, the worn and torn Nirvana T shirt
and the shorts that used to be pants until he
ripped them jumping a chainlink fence to get away from
the cops. The first year was rough, but it got

(03:03:30):
easier as Donnie fell into the groove got used to it.
An old Japanese man taught him to steal hot dogs
from the grocery store. He wouldn't eat them, though, he'd
walk down to the canals, cut a small piece off
and used them to catch fish tenkara or something he
called it. He could catch enough fish to keep the

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cluster of junkies fed. It was a real loss when
he died, but Donnie did find his wallet. He had
money in there, real money, a couple hundred. The next
few weeks were a drug induced blur. He made sure
his family got his wallet back, though, even if it
had no cash. Inside. The Ford's engine roared on the highway.

(03:04:17):
It probably needed a muffler, to be honest. He could
feel the vibration coming up through the seat and steering wheel.
The smell of exhaust was strong. He fiddled with the radio,
trying to remember the channels he used to listen to
back in the day, but everything was static. Welcome to
New York, he said as he read the sign on

(03:04:39):
the side of Interstate two eighty seven. It was nice
to finally pass out of New Jersey. He wondered. How
many people say the same thing when they leave the
sticky taint of the Northeast. He had always hated New Jersey.
He got robbed on his travels down to Florida.

Speaker 3 (03:04:55):
There.

Speaker 1 (03:04:55):
While in Trenton overnight, three bikers robbed him outside his motel.
Luckily he had locked his car keys in the car,
or he would have had to end his trip right there.
Now he was thinking of it. That might be unluckier.
Is that a word, he wondered. The snow had picked up,
and Donnie slowed the truck down, trying to see the

(03:05:18):
road through the Star Wars Hyperdrive view between wipers. The
package slipped in the seat next to him. He instinctively
threw a hand out to keep it from sliding off
the worn bench seat. Stay still, he said to the package,
and looked at his wrap job. It wasn't bad, he thought.
He looked back up at the road as his tires

(03:05:40):
caught the bumps on the side to wake up drivers
that fell asleep. Oh shit, the truck slid back and forth,
but he couldn't get it under control. Luckily, there wasn't
another vehicle near him, and when the ford lost traction,
it slid off the road alone, catching the bank and
flipping down into the ditch about thirty feet from the

(03:06:00):
pavement on its side. Donnie undid his seat belt and
did a quick pat down to make sure he was okay.
With a sigh of relief, he began trying to climb out,
using the steering wheel as a step. He flopped out
onto the frozen ground just as the headlights cut out,
leaving him in the silence of the snowstorm on the

(03:06:23):
side of the New York State Thruway. He laid there
for a moment in the shock of the cold. His
eyes grew heavy and he started to close them. A
sudden gust of wind made the truck creak, which snapped
him out of it. He pulled himself up to a
sitting position a few feet from the truck. He realized

(03:06:45):
his worn through Florida hoodie wasn't going to do it.
He had to get up to the highway and get help.
He scrambled up the embankments towards the road on hands
and knees. He could see headlights coming towards him. In
the distances of hope filled him made him warm. He
peeked his head over the side of the road, seeing

(03:07:05):
the car getting closer. The headlights were so close together.
It must be one of those smart cars, Donnie thought.
He rose to unsteady feet and began to wave frantically,
hoping they would see him in the near blizzard that
wrapped around him like a frozen blanket. There must be
an inch and a half on the road now, he thought.

(03:07:26):
The car veered into the left lane, then the right,
then back again to the left. Donnie wondered if the
person was drunk. The car was getting closer, and he
began to get worried that they might hit him. He
took a step back off the road and his foot
slipped out from under him. He smacked his face on

(03:07:46):
the gravel shoulder and started to slide down the embankment
back to his truck. He started to turn as he
slid and slammed into the roof of his truck with
his hip, sending pain up his spine. He let out
a cry. He was facing down with his head facing
the truck. He couldn't see what happened with the car
on the highway. He waited for the pain to subside

(03:08:08):
before trying to move. The pain proved too much, and
he knew he screwed something up. He couldn't even get
the strength to turn over. He laid there helpless for
a moment. Then he heard it, the sound of two
car doors. Maybe they had seen him and stopped. He

(03:08:30):
listened in the snowstorm as the sound of footfalls crunching
the pottery. Snow grew louder. And were those voices? He heard?
It sounded like a child talking. He strained his ears
trying to listen. The voices stopped. He wondered how much

(03:08:51):
snow was on him now, with it whipping around like
it was. Maybe they couldn't see him. Help. He called
out into the night weakly, then tried again.

Speaker 3 (03:09:05):
Hell.

Speaker 1 (03:09:06):
He heard the voices again, but the wind was keeping
him from hearing what they were saying. The footfalls came
a little closer, but still seemed distant to him. Someone there,
He called out, this time he heard them talking, But
we must A childish voice said, no, we don't, We

(03:09:28):
don't have any obligation. Another high pitched voice replied. We
can't just leave him there, Sure we can. It's easy.
We just go back up the hill and forget this happened,
came the response. Donnie winced in pain and forced himself
to turn over. He blinked the snow out of his
eyes and strained the night's storm to see who was there.

(03:09:50):
Help me, Please, he said, Now it's talking to us,
one of the voices said, with a sigh. Donnie heard
the footfalls grow so close, and he could make out
two diminutive shadows in the darkness. One of them turned
on a flashlight and stuck it in the snow to
give them some light. It looks injured, said the first

(03:10:12):
voice Donnie had heard. It might not be in good shape,
came the reply. Donnie raised one hand up to block
the immediate light and see his would be rescuers. As
his eyes adjusted, he made out the faces of two
short people. They both wore green pointed hats. One was

(03:10:33):
holding a black leather bag in his hand that reminded
Donnie of the type he'd seen in old movies when
doctors made house visits. They both had pointed soft shoes
tied to some kind of snow shoe. I mean, it
seems like fate brought it to us. The one said,
you swerving while getting RoadHead is hardly fate. The other replied,

(03:10:56):
while either way, this could go quite a ways towards
our quota. Let me get the list. Who the fuck
are you guys? Donnie asked, exasperated at the conversation. The
one holding the bag looked at the other one, who
now had a list. He turned it so his companion
could see. The one holding the bag nodded and squatted

(03:11:18):
down next to Donnie's face. Ain't it obvious, kid, We
ain't your fairy godmothers. We are the dream fulfillers, the
ones working behind the scenes to make everything perfect every year. Now,
be quiet while I make some wishes come true, he said,
and pulled a stainless steel saw from the bag liver right.

(03:11:40):
The other nodded, What the hell? Donnie called out, You
gonna whine the whole time? The doctor one asked. He
placed one hand over Donnie's mouth, and Donnie tried to
shout into the night. You ever asked Sanna for something
impossible for Christmas? Do you have any idea how many
people wish for the unfeasible? How the fuck do you

(03:12:03):
think they work new limbs and organs poof into existence
for them. No, we have to go out and harvest
the fucking things, and that fat jolly fuck gets all
the credit. He ran the saw across Donnie's chest, cutting
into the flesh. Donnie wondered if the cold or shock
would numb the wound first, as he watched the steam

(03:12:24):
rise from his open wound. You see here, kid, we
can scratch several wishes off our list. You're doing us
a favor. Really, I know I don't seem appreciative, but
I am, Doc said, with another saw across the chest.
The other one was returning from the car with a
biohazard cooler. Donnie responded, but the doc was still covering

(03:12:46):
his mouth. He stopped sawing and lifted his hand off
Donnie's mouth for just a second. What's that, kid? You
guys are Santa's elves, Donnie asked, and began to laugh.
That funny to you, Doc, Elf asked. Donnie couldn't help
but laugh in the freezing cold at the thought of
being murdered by one of Santa's elves. Something not elf

(03:13:11):
like about us, Doc asked. The other Elf climbed onto
the truck and peered inside. Are we not fucking full
of cheer? Uh? Boss, come here, the one on the
truck said to his partner, Doc. Boss tossed down the
saw in the snow and made his way over to
the truck. The other elf had to help him up.

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What do we got here, he asked, and turned back
to Donnie. Shit, Donnie said. As he realized they had
found his package. He scrambled for the saw in the snow.
Every movement was a world of pain that tried to
envelop him. He managed to get his grip on the
saw and tried to rise to his knees. At least

(03:13:54):
then he could look them in the eye. When he
turned to face them, both elves looked at him and
discussed as they held his package in front of them.
She had been so pretty, Donnie said, as a tears
streaked down his face. I loved her. Is that why
you killed her? Doc asked, I gave it to her

(03:14:18):
the smack she oweded on It was my fault, he said,
lowering the saw. I couldn't. I couldn't say goodbye yet.
She ain't so fresh, kid, Doc said, she been dead
a few days. Yeah, three now, Donnie responded. Fuck, that's

(03:14:40):
too long for us, he said, and tossed the cellophane
wrapped body down in the snow. He took a few
steps closer to Donnie, then saw the saw. What are
you going to do with that? You're losing blood every second.
There's no way you can win this. Donnie rose to
his feet steadily. Come at me, and I'll kick your

(03:15:03):
fucking head off. Donnie said, you know that saw had
reindeer ejaculate on it. It's a type of anesthesia. The
only reason you're standing right now is pure adrenaline. But
it won't last, Doc said, and shook his head. Donnie
charged and tried to swing the saw at Doc, but
lost his grip midswing and the saw dropped helplessly to

(03:15:27):
the ground. He tried to ball up his fist for
a backswing, but his legs gave out and he fell
back to his knees in the snow. Doc looked him
right in the eye. That would be the deer come working,
stupid move, kid, and punched Donnie in the face. He

(03:15:47):
fell onto his back in the snow. Get over here
and hold him down, he called to his partner. Donnie
watched on in horror. As Doc started to saw with
a renewed vigor in his chest. As he lost feeling,
a peaceful smile crossed his face. At least he didn't

(03:16:08):
have to face his family after all these years, or
worse yet, hers. The beeping of the machines kept Mary awake.
She wouldn't leave her daddy's side, even though things looked
grim for him. She had been praying like Mommy asked

(03:16:28):
her to do for weeks and nothing had changed. She
even wrote a letter to the North Pole to ask
Santa for help. Two days ago. It was Christmas Eve
and she watched his machines kept her daddy alive. There
would be no joy, no cheer, nothing this Christmas. The

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doctor walked in. He handed her a cup of ice cream,
the kind that came with the little wooden spoon. And Mary,
I have some good news about your daddy, he said,
after glancing at her mom Stacy in the one chair
in the room. We found a match. Your daddy is

(03:17:16):
going to get a new liver. It should be here
in a few hours. Why don't you two go get
some sleep and we'll let you know when we're ready
to go, he said. Mary yawned. Daddy's going to be okay. Yes,
it's a Christmas miracle, Stacy said, and took her daughter's hand.

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Thank you, doctor, that's great news. Stacy kissed her husband
on the forehead and headed for the door. Mary let
go of her mom's hand, which made her turn around.
Come now, Mary, she said, But Mom, someone is there
with daddy. She said, just the dock. Her mom replied

(03:18:02):
and pulled Mary out the door, who was looking over
her shoulder. After everyone left, from behind the curtain, a
pointed green hat peeked out and patted the husband's foot
on the bed. You're gonna be okay, fella. The small
figure jumped down onto the floor and carried his black

(03:18:23):
bag with him out into the hall, unnoticed by all.
Xmas at the psych Ward by Bruce Haney, it was
snowing that Christmas Eve, but this didn't bring joy to

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Caleb because he had been sitting in the psych ward
for the last couple of weeks after a failed suicide attempt.
He had expected to see his parents that night, but
the recent snowstorm had kept them away.

Speaker 2 (03:19:02):
He had been.

Speaker 1 (03:19:03):
Surprised that the facility did celebrate the holidays. There was
a tree decorated in the common area, as well as
other non Christian themed holiday decorations. There were even gifts
that had been delivered a few days earlier for the
guests who were stuck there with no family visiting them.

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Guests is the term this particular hospital likes to use
to refer to their patients. Being a guest was supposed
to indicate that you were there temporarily. This was true
for most, but not for all, the people at Sumpter
Behavioral Health Center. Caleb was scheduled to be released in

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a few days, but he wasn't planning on making it
through the night. He had pleaded his case to be
let out before Christmas. He didn't want any his life
in a hospital. I'm not like the other crazy people
in here. I'm normal, he had pleaded. The term crazy

(03:20:09):
is not accepted around here, and I am pressed to
remind you that attempting to take one's life is not
the act of a normal mind. His psychiatrist had responded,
it is when you've had the year that I have,
Caleb told her. Caleb had always been a bit dramatic,
but he was not exaggerating. His year had been truly awful.

(03:20:33):
The first bad thing to happen was that he lost
what he considered to be the love of his life.
His name was Kyle, and he was a bit out
of Caleb's league. While Caleb worked part time at a
failing video game store, Kyle was moving up the ranks
at his job and heading toward management. Kyle was also

(03:20:54):
a real looker. Caleb wasn't a slob or ugly, but
he was nowhere near as attractive as Kyle. This difference
in prospects and his low self esteem made Caleb resent Kyle,
and this resentment led to negativity and jealousy, which created
a wedge in their friendship, a wedge that was just

(03:21:15):
big enough for a man named Jacob to squeeze into.
Caleb understood this in a way that only a person
with poor self esteem can. Jacob was a ten and
owned a condo before the age of thirty. Of course,
I couldn't compete with that. Who could? Caleb had told

(03:21:37):
his friend Sarah over coffee. You'll find someone else, she said,
trying to console him. Sure, but he was the one.
He was the love of my life, and I'll never
ever be that happy again. Caleb whine. It was hard
for Sarah to not roll her eyes at him. Sarah

(03:21:57):
was a little older than he was and a bit wiser.
It's going to be hard, she said. There will be
other guys out there, not like Kyle. But think of
it this way. You could get to fall in love again.
How exciting is that, Sarah finished, I don't want to,

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Caleb told her, of course you do. You've always been
a romantic. You're going to have more first dates. You
get to experience that awkward moment of holding hands for
the first time, kisses good night, and strange bedfellows, she
told him, and gave him an exaggerated wink. Are you
talking about my prospects or yours? Caleb asked, then laughed.

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Sarah could always make him feel better. They had been
best friends since he was a junior and she was
a sophomore. Her death two months later by a drunk
driver was harder on him than losing Kyle. Those events
happened before summer, and by the time Christmas came around,
he had lost his job, had his car stolen and

(03:23:04):
totaled by his insurance company, not because it was wrecked,
but because two people were found smoking meth and fentanyl
inside of it. He didn't have full coverage, so he
was out of a vehicle to cap it off like
a lyric from a sad country song. Even his damn
dog ran away, the one Kyle had brought home for

(03:23:27):
their second anniversary. Even before this awful year, Caleb had
been depressed. He was a cutter, but still everyone was
shocked when he tried to take his life by slashing
his wrists at the health center. He didn't have access
to razor blades, so he was going to make a

(03:23:47):
noose out of the sheet from his bed Before attempting
to take his life, he decided to see what the
other guests were doing in the common room. This decision
to be so possibly saved his unwonted life. Less than
an hour later, the killings would begin. Some of the

(03:24:16):
other guests suffered from depression like Caleb, and some others
had other mental challenges that they were going through. But
one guest, unbeknownast to the others, was a full blown
homicidal maniac. It was getting late, but a couple of

(03:24:36):
other guests were sitting in the common room watching an
old black and white Christmas movie. Hey, Caleb, John said passively.
Caleb liked him okay enough as long as John didn't
start talking about politics. Merry Christmas, Caleb, Ethan said to him.

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Caleb thought Ethan was a good kid. Sad he too
was a cutter and a failed suicide attempt is what
landed him in the hospital as well. Though Ethan did
admit in group that he didn't want to die. I
just I don't know. I couldn't stand it. I was
so invisible to them. I thought if I died, they

(03:25:19):
would care. They couldn't ignore me if they were planning
my funeral, Ethan was saying, but was interrupted by you pussy,
another guest named Tim had said and then laughed. John
had been there too and laughed. Caleb felt for the kid,
and that was why he kicked Tim's chair over, which

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also didn't help his case for being released before Christmas.
When Tim fell to the ground, Mark, another patient who
never spoke, started laughing and continued to do so while
Tim and Caleb were separated and escorted out. This annoyed Tim,
and he screamed at him shut the fuck up. Mark.

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Mark continued to laugh to the point that everyone felt
unnerved by it. He was laughing because he knew when
he started his massacre, Tim would be first Merry Christmas, Ethan,
how are you doing tonight, Caleb asked, before sitting down
in the common area. I'm doing okay. I wish I

(03:26:26):
was at home. This would have been my last Christmas
to spend living at my parents' house. Ethan said, yeah.
Where do you expect to be next year? Caleb asked,
University of Oregon. Ethan said, you're going to college. Caleb asked, well,
my parents are paying for it, and I have the grades,

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and since the whole killing myself thing didn't work out,
I should build myself a future. Ethan told Caleb, you
are much smarter at your age than I was or am.

Speaker 3 (03:26:58):
Now.

Speaker 1 (03:26:58):
If I thought like you, I might not be spending
my Christmas here with the likes of you two. No offense,
Caleb said, and then laughed. John and Ethan laughed too.
During their conversation, a nurse named Rob walked into the room.
They thought they were going to be told to get
to their own rooms, but he made a note of
how many guests were in the common area. A few

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minutes later, Rob walked in with a tray with four mugs.
The usual suspects, he said, while he handed them each
a cup of hot chocolate. The three looked up at
him with a questioning look. Merry Christmas. I wanted to
do something nice. It's Christmas Eve, after all. Some of

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you guests don't deserve a treat. Some of you are
a pain in my ass, Rob said, and then took
a drink from his cup. John, you borderline don't deserve
a treat, but you're with good company, so you can
reap their reward. It is Christmas and all. Rob said,

(03:28:04):
it's just hot chocolate. You're not sucking our dicks. Don't
feel so high and mighty. Giving us a fifty cent
cup of cocoa. John said, I can take it back.
Rob said, calmly, not letting John get to him. No, no, sorry,
thank you. Merry Christmas, John said. They all sat quietly
after that, drinking their hot chocolate and watching the old

(03:28:27):
Christmas movie. Then they heard the screaming. Rob was the
first up and the first to run down the hall
to find out what was going on. Billy, the other
nighttime nurse, came out from the office and beat him
to the room. Inside was an older gentleman named Ed,

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who had been in and out of places like this
his whole life. He had a bit of a violent past,
always attacking the people close to him, but never enough
to do actual jail time. Ed was screaming because his
roommate Tim was lying in his bed with his throat
slit and his face slashed all up. Rob was the

(03:29:12):
senior nurse there and quickly took charge of the situation.
What happened here? Who did this? Rob asked, I don't know.
He was like this when I came back from the bathroom,
Ed said John. Caleb Ethan, back to your rooms, Caleb,
take Ed with you, and none of you let anyone
except for the two of us in. Billy go back

(03:29:32):
to the office and call nine one one. I'll look
for the for the killer, Rob ordered, What if he
tries to attack you? Billy asked, I've been taking self
defense classes for years. Do you think I would work
here around these crazies without some way of protecting myself?
Rob asked, right, Billy said, you haven't been taking classes

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like I told you? Have you? Rob asked, well, I,
Billy stammered, you fucking rookie. Just get to the damn phone, Billy,
Rob shouted. Billy ran off, and John Ethan ed and
Caleb stared at Rob. Get to your rooms now, Rob said.
They all turned and left. Rob yelled after them, sorry

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for saying crazies. Don't tell my boss please. Rob then
went on down the hall to look for signs of
the killer. John went to his room. The doors could
only be locked with a key, so he decided that
he would push his bed up against the door. He
didn't know that the killer was hiding under his bed,

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and as soon as he got close enough, he heard snickering,
and then before he could react, a hand with a
stolen kitchen knife stabbed through his left shoe. The cheap
hospital issued shoes did nothing to hinder the blade, though
it did keep his now severed middle two toes close
to where they had once belonged. John then fell to

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the floor, and the killer took the opportunity to slash
his throat. As the blood sprayed, Mark laughed harder and harder.
Billy heard the laughter, but before he could make it
out of his office, the killer was there. Happy holidays,
Mark said. Once Billy was taken care of, Mark went

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to the next phase of his plan. He knew that
the landline phone was dead, he had severed it hours ago.
He knew which line. It was because he had severed
it months earlier. When he first came up with the plan,
everyone had made a big stink about it. A technician
had to come out and fix it, and they lost
dessert for two days since no one would admit to

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cutting the line. Once in the office, the killer found
what he hoped he would find In there, both nurses
cell phones charging. He had made a mental note after
weeks of watching their paws patterns that it was around
this time each night that they plugged their phones in
to charge. After a shifts worth of TikTok watching and instagramming,

(03:32:10):
he acted quickly and methodically. He took each phone and
shoved his knife through the screens. He then took the
useless landline phone and smashed it against the server equipment
that provided internet to the building. With that done, he
looked around the room for other opportunities to add to
his chaos. He didn't find much, but hanging on the

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coat rack he saw something that he hoped he would find.
He laughed the whole time as he grabbed the Santa
Claus costume off the rack and put it on. The
plan was going better than he had imagined. Luck was
on his side. Caleb had dragged Ethan and Ed to

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his room. Caleb's room was sitting up in bed. What
the fuck is going on out here? Steve yelled. Steve
was at the health center because he attempted to light
his former workplace on fire because he didn't receive a
Christmas bonus. He didn't quite understand that former employees don't

(03:33:19):
typically get Christmas bonuses. Steve was a bit of a
hothead and was fired after he threw his boss's world's
best boss mug at his own boss's head. People are
getting killed, Steve, that is what the fuck is going on,
Caleb explained, for real. Steve asked Ed. Ed was older,

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and Steve trusted him. Ed shook his head up and down.
This calmed Steve down. Who Steve asked Tim at least
his throat was slashed, Ed said, I've heard two other
screams since I think possibly BILLYO. Caleb added, fuck Tim

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got out in a couple of days, not that he
wanted to. Billy was kind of a prick, though, Steve finished,
don't speak ill of the dead. Ethan whispered, is Rob okay?
Steve asked, Rob was a good guy. He had to
make everyone follow the rules, but he did it in
a respectful way, and he was respected for it as

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far as we know, Caleb said. At that moment, Rob
had returned to the main corridor, not finding any signs
of the killer. Rob wished there was more staff there.
Billy and himself were it. Usually there were another too,
but the holidays were always light. The staff wanted to

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be home with their families, and each year many guests
were released early to make that possible. As soon as
Rob made it back to the guest wing, he heard
the laughter, and then the killer in the stolen Santa
Claus outfit stepped out of the office. What are you doing?

(03:35:07):
Rob asked. The killer just laughed. Are you are you
wearing my Santa Claus outfit? Rob asked? For the last
four years, Rob had worn that costume every Christmas morning
at the facility. Every year. The guests would make fun
of him for it, but he could tell from some

(03:35:29):
that they did appreciate the effort. The killer didn't respond
to his first question, so he asked another, what's going
on in here? Rob asked? No response? Did you kill Tim?
Rob asked? The killer shook his head yes, then made

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a cross with his two index fingers. Rob was confused
until the killer then held up two fingers. You killed
two others, Rob asked. The killer laughed, then decided to
sprint towards Rob while pulling out the knife that he
had tucked into the waistband of the Santa suit. Get

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away from me, Rob yelled back in Caleb's room. They
had been listening to the exchange and when they heard
the killer go after Rob. Without even thinking, Ethan pushed
open the door. Caleb followed, stopping just long enough to
grab a chair. Without knowing it, they were directly in
the killer's path, who immediately adjusted his aim and went

(03:36:38):
to stab Ethan. Caleb pushed Ethan out of the way.
Ethan fell to the floor and rolled away unscathed. Caleb
wasn't as lucky. The killer slashed the knife at him,
cutting his wrist. Caleb watched as the blood from his
arm hit the polished floor, and for a moment was
taken back to a few weeks weeks ago, when he

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was the one spilling his blood. It was a weird sensation.
Caleb didn't feel scared, he felt violated. Cutting his wrist
was something he did not something that was done to him.
Caleb was filled with anger and swung the chair at
the pseudo Sanna as hard as he could. Then again,

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the killer held his arms up to protect himself from
the blows, and then ran away. Once the killer was gone,
Caleb looked over to Rob. You okay, he asked. Rob
and Ethan looked him up and down. He was bleeding
heavily and they just witnessed him going primal while beating
on the killer. Are you okay, Rob asked, I'm fine,

(03:37:48):
Caleb said, while taking his hand and rubbing his hair back.
Blood dripped onto his face. Caleb then held out his
arm and looked at the cut again. Maybe not, Caleb said.
Rob ran off and moments later was back with a
full first aid kit. If you're going to get attacked,

(03:38:10):
let it be in a hospital type situation. Their first
aid kits are usually well stocked. A moment after Rob
finished fixing him up, the lights went out. He must
have gotten to the breaker box, Rob said, cheerfully. Why
is that good? Ethan asked. The box is located in

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the stairwell at the end of the west hallway. Rob said,
while he got up and started walking, and Caleb asked
He's far enough away that it should be safe to
go to my office and grab a flashlight and call
the police if Billy hasn't already, Rob said. In the office,
the three of them felt around for anything that could

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be a weapon. Rob eventually found a flashlight in a drawer.
When he turned it on, it revealed that the stuff
they were walking in was blood. The flashlight also helped
them see where the blood had come from. Some was
from Billy's lifeless body, while the rest came from Billy's head,

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which had been cut off and thrown onto the desk
with little to no regard. With the flashlight, it was
also easy to find the useless phone. Rob then went
for his own, which he found next to Billy's, both destroyed. Okay, okay,

(03:39:44):
don't panic, Rob said to himself. If we can get
to the breaker and turn it back on, we can
use a computer to reach out to the police. There
has to be a way to do that, right, Rob
asked the two. Caleb frowned and pointed to the modem
and the internet equipment that had been destroyed. What are

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we going to do, Ethan asked, I don't know. We
could try to grab the others and then run outside.
But we're two miles from anything, and it's snowing pretty
heavily outside. Rob said maybe we could just hide, Ethan suggested,
or we could all come out into the open. Caleb said,

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you think, Rob asked, I think our strength is in
our numbers, which we won't have if we don't act quickly.
It's easy for him to take us out one by one.
But when he attacked and there were three of us there,
we walked away scathed, but we did walk away, Caleb explained.

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The three of them walked back to Caleb's room to
grab Steve and ed, you have to come with us.
Caleb told them I ain't going nowhere. We're safe in
this room. Ed said, do you think so? How do
you think Tim was killed in one of these rooms.
We need to band together, and we need a spot
where we have room to fight, Caleb explained. Caleb was persuasive,

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and as a group they went to each room looking
for other survivors. They found John's dead body. In one room,
they found two other dead guests, each with a pillow
over their head so they couldn't scream. He was going
room to room. Rob said, maybe he's back in one
snuck back to them when we were in the office,

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and now he's just waiting to jump out and stab
one of us in the throat. Ed said, so we
stay away from the rooms. Ethan said no. Caleb replied,
then what Ed asked? We lock them? Rob explained, understanding
what Caleb was getting at every one of them. Caleb finished.

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They went methodically down the corridor, locking the doors with
Rob's keys. After each door was locked, one of them
would put their ear and listen for any sign of life.
Nothing was heard until they locked the second to last door.
Ethan then put his ear to the door and heard
a noise inside that he couldn't make out. Someone's in

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this room. Ethan whispered to the rest of them. Whose
room is that, Steve asked. It's been empty, has been
for a week. Rob said, then it has to be
the killer. Caleb replied, let's get him. Then Ed said
it's safer to just lock him up. There's no exit
from that room. Rob explained. Then the last door that

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they were about to check flung open. Ed was the
closest to the door, so he was the one to
be stabbed by the killer. In the Santa Claus suit
to the common room. Rob yelled. When the killer pulled
out his knife, Caleb grabbed Ed and dragged him. Ed
was screaming, don't leave me. The killer followed and continued

(03:43:05):
to stab poor Ed with every step they made. Eventually,
Ed's body went limp and there was nothing for Caleb
to do but drop it. The killer then swung his
knife at Caleb, just barely missing his throat. Why are
you doing this, Caleb yelled. The killer laughed, Mark Caleb asked.

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The killer swung his knife at Caleb again. He had
to run to the common room after that, and by
the time he got there, the others had gathered what
weapons they could find, which wasn't very much. Ethan was
smart and grabbed the nutcracker that was out as a
Christmas decoration. Rob was practical and grabbed a chair, while
Steve yielded the heaviest Christmas package he could find under

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the tree, which wasn't all that heavy. To get away
from the attack, Caleb ran behind the tree. Rob swung
the chair, which the killer grabbed with his free hand.
Rob looked at the killer, shocked that his knife wielding
Santa Claus was able to stop the chair's momentum with
only one hand. Rob thought, that's not just strength, that

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is the power of being truly crazy. The killer then
put the knife in his pocket and grabbed the chair
with his other hand and made moves to fling Rob
Steve made his way over to hit the killer Santa
with the package, but this had little effect. Ethan had
better luck, smacking him on the shoulder with the heavy

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wood nutcracker. The killer screamed out in pain and dropped
his hold on the chair. While this was going on,
Caleb was trying to figure out what he could do
to help the situation, and finally he found his weapon
of choice. It was unconventional, to say the least. Caleb
grabbed the wreath that hung on the wall and waited

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for an opportunity, which came so suddenly. After Ethan hit
the killer another time in the head, the killer responded
by pulling his knife back out and slashing Ethan across
the chest. He then turned around and ran. Caleb was
furious as he thought about the future that young Ethan

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could have once he was out of there. Caleb ran
after him and put the wreath over the killer's head
and then used it to swing him into the wall repeatedly.
During the struggle, the killer stabbed Caleb in the thigh,
but Caleb hardly noticed. Eventually, the killer went limp from
his head, repeatedly hitting the wall. Caleb then grabbed the

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knife from the killer's lifeless body. He was still furious
and made moves to turn the killer over to slash
his throat. Rob was taking care of Ethan's wounds during this,
and Steve walked over to watch. But Caleb was no
killer and had a change of heart. I can't do it,

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Caleb said, and then he stood up to check on Ethan.
He's gonna make it. He just barely nicked him. Rob
told him, give me your keys, Caleb said. Rob unhooked
them from the loop on his pants and threw them
to Caleb. I think he's dead, but just in case,

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we should lock him up, Caleb explained to Steve. Steve
and Caleb then each grabbed a side of the wreath
that was around his neck and dragged him to the
room where they had heard the sound. Caleb handed the
keys over to Steve to unlock it, and Caleb held
the knife out just in case. When they opened the door,

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they heard what had been making the sound inside. The
music came from a radio. Caleb and Steve laughed, then
dragged the killer into the room. Momentarily, they were distracted

(03:47:07):
as the song faded down and the radio DJ came on, Well,
here we are, it's twelve oh one and it's officially Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all of you KWHG listeners. Hope you
were good and didn't make it onto Santa's naughty list.
This is your pal, Big Bobby, and the Christmas classics

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are going to keep on a coming. Here's deck the halls,
he said, and the song began. That was the moment
that the killer tried to leap up and grab the
knife back from Caleb. Without thinking, Caleb stabbed him in

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the throat. The killer stared at him with hatred in
his eyes. Caleb then twisted the blade, and a moment later,
all life left the killer. Steve reached down and pulled
off the beard and hat to reveal what Caleb had
already figured out. It was Mark who would never laugh,

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his crazy laugh again. With that done, Caleb got up,
walked over to the radio and turned up the volume.
As they walked back to Ethan and Rob the song
continued during the struggle of the night, Caleb couldn't wait

(03:48:45):
for it to be over, for everybody to be safe,
so he could go back to his room and kill himself.
And now that he had the killer's knife, he was
more prepared than before. Was originally going to hang himself
with his sheet, but now that it was over, he

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just wanted to check on his friends. He had seen
enough death. It had been a terrible year, but fighting
for his and other people's lives made Caleb finally see
value in life. So he let go of the knife
and it fell to the floor. And that's tonight's binge.

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My spookies, a trail of red in the snow, a
Santa you never want in your chimney, crampis hitching a
ride in human skin machines learning to murder merrily. And
Christmas Eve in a hospital where the tinsel hangs over restraints.

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Remember this is not a one off nightmare. Every Saturday
until New Year's another long cozy stretch of holiday horror
will drop into your feed. More ghosts, more storms, more
reasons to watch the Christmas tree lights instead of the clock.

(03:50:21):
And the fear doesn't stop there tomorrow, Something uninvited slides
back into the stream unknown broadcast those crackling old time
horrors that sound like they've waited for decades just to
whisper to you. Monday, on Terrifying and True, we climb

(03:50:43):
into the high Alps to meet Frau Perchta and her
perch Tin, the Christmas spirits who check your work, your manners,
your supper, and if you fail their tests are said
to unwrap you your throat to your belly and stuff

(03:51:03):
you with straw and stone instead of mercy. And of course,
on Wednesday, we have a brand new holiday terror tail Milk,
Cookies and crampus by Rob Fields. Back on a snowy
strickfield farm, where two girls think the worst thing that

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can happen is coal in their stockings, until the family
dog steals Santa's treats. The wind rears up into a
sudden blizzard, and something with skeletal reindeer lands in the yard,
dragging a sack that's never empty for long. So keep

(03:51:46):
your headphones charged, keep the cocoa hot, and please remember,
my spookies, there's a new compilation waiting for you to
unwrap every Saturday. Until then, stay warm, stay wicked, and
as always stay spooky,

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