Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Christmas

What is happening to me? Why am I reacting to him like this? Why him, of all people? Why now, when I should still be grieving the mess my life just became? I curled my hands into my sleeves, staring at the flames like they had answers. One terrifying truth settled in the space between us: Whatever this strange, dangerous pull was… I could no longer pretend I didn’t feel it. And judging from the way he looked at me just now… he couldn’t either. Christmas was going to be a disaster.

I tried again, and was about to stumble when the stranger caught my arm and I sucked in a breath. “Let me help you. Come with me to my room.” He said. I was about to decline, when I paused. I came back to the bar to clear my head and forget about what had happened tonight. And what other better way was there to enjoy oneself on a Christmas Eve more than frolicking with a hot white-haired man in a leather outfit? I nodded and placed my hand in his outstretched one. I jolted at the almost electrical pulse that moved through me. I was certain he felt it too, ‘cause his eyes narrowed for a moment before it went back to normal.

I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging. That's what led me to this stupid idea on Christmas Eve. I was alone in my cramped apartment, the snow outside building up against the windows like a white prison wall. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out this ancient book I'd snagged from a shady thrift store downtown. It was all about old Alpine myths, and tucked away in the yellowed pages was a ritual for summoning Krampus… not the watered-down version from holiday movies, but the genuine article, the horned devil who dragged the wicked straight to hell for their sins.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Clutch asked. “I’m not sure we really want to know.” “Let’s go find Cutter,” Clutch said. “If he’s not stuck in the fuckin’ chimney.” The inside of the chapel looked as if a bomb had gone off during the taping of the “Burning Saints Holiday Special.” A very fresh-looking fir tree was propped up in the corner and decorated liberally with beer cans, bras, and panties. The tree looked as if it hadn’t been cut down, but rather pulled out of the ground. Grown ass men were passed out with Christmas ornaments hung in their beards. Tinsel was draped over every imaginable surface. Where there wasn’t tinsel, there was trash. Saints were strewn about the place, asleep on any chair, sofa, or available f

Chuckling in response, Xavia then cleared her throat before saying, “Once upon a time, there was a small demon who would always attack kids on New Year’s Eve… So to stop that mean demon from having its way anymore, we now give out money since it seems to be afraid of good fortune…” “Yeah! To be extra safe, consider putting the packets under our pillows! That way, we’ll be one hundred percent safe!” added Yulia, prompting the naïve Fabiola to quickly follow Yulia’s suggestion, leaving Maison slightly speechless. Did his sister seriously still believe in all that…? Frank himself didn’t really buy into the story, but since the others were doing it, he simply played along. With how emotionless h

Jake began to feel an eerie compulsion as his entire body froze with his eyes moving up the sketch to find the woman's eyes which to his surprise, had not been that visible about four seconds ago. Her head was slightly bent downwards, giving her eyes a darker appearance as Jake watched them slowly begin to glow in a pale orange color. He thought he heard voices. Soft whispers, drawing him closer and closer to the page as he found himself unable to withdraw from the woman's glare... "Hey! You're going to the party, right?" Jake felt his senses suddenly rush back into him as he snapped out of the trance before turning to his friends. "What...?" "The party. Pumpkin People!" Matt rephrased, refe

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

“My friend Jen was talking about some private investor from Indianapolis who’s in town right now, trying to get a feel for how we do Christmas at Christmas Falls. She heard he’s considering buying a few properties and fixing them up. For what, she didn’t say, but he doesn’t seem like the sort of big, greedy corporate fair you’re trying to avoid. Maybe you should talk to him.” “Maybe you should worry about your own self,” Memory said back without turning her head, and Kirsten sighed loudly while Bryce told her to let it go, prompting Lorelei to break into the theme song from Frozen which had them all laughing, including Memory, despite her frustration at her sister’s suggestion. Memory watche

I answered, and they all nodded in agreement. "All right, sir, we would start making preparations; the notice has already been sent out, and participants are already flowing in," Brenda smiled, packing up the folder while the other members were already exiting my office. "All right, sir, enjoy your holiday. Merry Christmas in advance." I gave a nod, watching her intensely as her back faced me, walking out with her small butt swaying slightly. Every season of Christmas I organized a play for myself. Since I don't have family and friends to enjoy the season with, I decided years ago to organize a steamy vacation where people come to perform kinky stuff that I love while I watch and enjoy the s