Barrel The Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

She holds her hands together like she's praying and while the scene she's putting on is adorable and has most likely already swayed Josh and Riley to agree, it's not worked on me. "No, baby. It's already way past your bedtime besides, you have to go to sleep so that Santa can come." Upon hearing this she reaches a whole new level of excitement and I'm guessing that she had forgotten that it's Christmas Eve which isn't really all that surprising as we've never really done anything to celebrate Christmas Eve before, never had the opportunity to. "Wait, we need to put Santa's milk out before bed." Riley chimes causing Nina to jump up and down with excitement. "And cookies." She adds already hea

Christmas Morning “Mommy!” Hailey hisses, shaking my shoulder. “Is Quinton awake?” I grumbled, not wanting to open my eyes yet. “Mama!” I felt little hands tapping my face. “Mama, up! Santa!” Landon says loudly. That’s right. It’s Christmas morning. We were up so late last night putting pieces of Hailey’s new doll house together, and setting up Landon’s new toddler roller coaster track around the living room that I forgot to set my alarm.

The snow beneath my knees was stained a horrific, bright red. ​I reached out, my raw palms sticking to the freezing iron handles. I closed my eyes, blocking out the cold, the whispering warriors, and the terrifying presence of the King. ​I pulled. ​Nothing. ​No... not nothing. The heavy wood trembled. ​My teeth clenched so hard I felt them grind. A raw, animalistic scream tore from my throat as I threw every remaining heartbeat, every ounce of my fading life, into my arms. ​The barrel rose.

Giant candy canes frame the VIP sections, wrapped in red rope. The bar is staffed by men dressed as—I'm not making this up—sexy Christmas elves, complete with pointed ears, tiny green shorts, and abs that could grate cheese. And that's just the entrance. "Holy shit," I breathe. "Told you," Queenie grabs my arm, practically vibrating with excitement. "One Night Only is legendary. They go all out." All out is an understatement. The dance floor is packed with bodies moving to bass so heavy I feel it in my chest.

Aislen’s eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the Playroom with supernatural quickness and she smothered her laughter as she saw what Talen had been up to. The bed had been looped with Christmas fairy lights, tinsel, and red bows that held candy canes in place. As they neared, Talen activated the fairly lights so that the room, and its many sordid toys, flashed and flickered in shades of red and green - as did the two men already on the bed.

Maybe…] [I’m just asking, are you in or not?] Thor the Tiger cut him off. There was more silence until Tusker the Elephant eventually nodded. [Alright.] I watched, tense. Christmas was getting closer, and if Thor the Tiger started a riot and broke out, who knew how many people might be killed? Moreover, if the other animals followed and burst from their enclosures, the consequences would be unimaginable. People would die or get injured, and the animals would be put down.

The realization of being trapped within these walls, surrounded by such ominous objects, sends a shiver down my spine, and I frantically search for a way out, my heart pounding in my chest. "Sweet Genevieve. Come to me," his chilling voice sends a wave of fear through me, causing me to stumble and fall onto the ground. In a moment of panic, my hand reaches out and twists the tap of a large barrel nearby. To my horror, red liquid begins to gush out, splashing onto the ground and leaving me stunned. As the realization sinks in that it is blood pouring out of the barrels, I let out a scream of terror.

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

“Nature is picking us up, Bara.” Barbara didn't know what the boy was saying, but she didn't care anymore because her skin was completely black like charred skin. Then suddenly her dark skin began to glow, as if it had been caught in flames. Barbara screamed as the flames consumed her so fast. She screamed and cried while the boy with bleeding eyes kept muttering the words “we are safe” over and over. The girl continued to scream until the fire completely enveloped her…. “Argh!” Barbara gasped awake with a cold sweat soaking her forehead and almost her entire body. Her breath was gasping and her throat felt very dry.