Creepypasta Christmas Novels & Stories

I was three glasses deep, curled up on the leather sectional in nothing but an oversized red cashmere sweater and thigh-high socks, when the group chat lit up. Secret Santa is still happening. Rules: -No names. -Masks stay on. -Door stays unlocked. -Panties stay off. -Every gift is a cream pie. -Be a good girl, Noelle. I laughed so hard I snorted prosecco. It had to be a prank. My friends were filthy, but five anonymous guys showing up to stuff me full of cum on Christmas Eve? Come on. Still… I shaved and lathered myself in lotion. I left the front door on the latch and the hallway lights dimmed to a seductive glow. Just in case.

Also, it appeared that Alessia was quite familiar with the creature. "It's the evil Santa!" Alessia shrieked. "We're as so fúcking dead!" Alessia's mind raced back to her childhood when she had been obsessed with mythology and had amassed a vast collection of books on the subject. She vividly remembered reading about Krampus, a legendary figure from Alpine folklore that appeared only to punish naughty children every December 5th. Alessia wondered if she had been naughty or nice as she recollected everything she had done both in the De Luca household and in her twenty years on earth. While she had indeed done some good deeds, the evil she had perpetrated far outweighed the good.

Where the hell is my nurse and medicine? “Anyway, they made a movie about it. It's not my cookies," she giggled, delighted with herself, "...it's the mountain. Can you imagine them making a movie about my cookies? So I made up a story about a village near K2 that celebrated a person called Christmas Amoeba instead of Santa. He always sneaks into the house secretly – amoebas are microscopic in size, which is why if a person is amoeba it is extremely sneaky – on Christmas Eve and leave presents for everyone. In return, the villagers will leave countless strange shaped cookies for the amoeba to eat. Amoebas come in different shapes, so it makes sense.” She couldn't see my face, so I didn't feel

"I haven't finished looking around - I wanted to wait here until you woke up, but I have poked my head into the rooms adjacent to this one. They look almost exactly like I remember the miniature." She leaned into him and clutched at his hand with her own and Noel tried not to notice how smooth her skin was. "So, did somebody lace the eggnog with LSD, or what? Because these things don't really happen. I'm an accountant for goodness' sake." "Your guess is as good as mine, Shelby. My dad has always maintained that there's real magic in the holidays, but I never thought he meant anything like this." It was the only thing he could think of while he'd paced the room waiting for her to wake up. Som

Felix walked out of the room also still naked making me throw my hands in the air as he walked over to me by the bed. He lifted the box looking horrified at the contents of it leaving me Axel in wonder. I looked into the box as excitement took over, then Axel joined in but he was only laughing hysterically. "These are so CUTE! I've always seen the humans do this cute little trend on christmas wearing matching Christmas Pjs this is so perfect!" I picked up the cute Pj's lifting them up, they had thoughs little Debbie christmas cakes all over them with snowflakes and snowman, the pj's themselves were all white.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

I'm anxious to see my Snowie but Jaxon tells me to be patient and have a bath first. “The goddess be praised! They're back!” A woman announces as soon as she catches sight of Jaxon carrying me into the compound. I'm a little surprised to see the pack is camped outside, eating from bowls and all merry under the dark sky. The tree is still shining with the lights Cassie and I decorated it with, the star on top glowing brighter than the dull crescent moon above. It's not a full moon anymore. That means it's a new day. That means it's Christmas!

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

“Daddy will chase the monster away.” The basement stairs creaked under my weight. The air grew damp and cold, carrying the familiar smell of concrete and forgotten Christmas decorations. I swept the beam across dusty shelves, old furniture covered in sheets, and stacks of boxes labeled “C9” in black marker—my wife’s obsessive filing system for holiday stuff. Nothing. No glowing eyes, no claws, no growling shadows. Just silence and cobwebs. “Nothing here, Lily!” I called up the stairs, my voice echoing slightly. “Just junk. Come down tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

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