Creepypasta Christmas Novels & Stories

I hated his guts for betraying me, but I couldn't find it in me to throw those letters away, so I kept them. We had this ritual where we'd write a letter to Santa asking for a gift. Of course we knew Santa wasn't real, but it was our thing. We'd sneak off when the other wasn't looking and check each other's letters and surprise each other with whatever we'd asked for. “I was right, Mommy, it is him,” Lucien said, looking from the photograph in his hand and back up to Ryan, before stopping at the last step as he stared at the picture and then at Ryan, who was now staring back at Lucien. He rushed to stand in front of Ryan, tilting his head back as he looked at the tall man, before raising his

"You're a good girl, Ana. Your mother and I are so proud of who you've become." The words were a knife to the chest. In twelve hours, that pride would turn to shame. That trust would shatter. She excused herself before she started crying. --- The day went by slowly Ayana tried to distract herself by helping Catherine address Christmas cards, also avoided her mother's suspicious glances, and pretended to read while staring at the same page for an hour. At noon, Nelson texted: Still on for tonight? Yes. Are you okay? Terrified. You?

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.

Ava's POV The first thing I feel is cold. Not the cold of winter air or snow, but the cold of fear, sharp and deep in my bones. My eyes won't open. My head pounds like something inside is trying to break free. Voices float around me, low and serious. Medical equipment beeps somewhere close. Everything smells like antiseptic and pine needles, a strange mix that makes no sense. I force my eyes open. The light hurts. White ceiling. White walls. A Christmas tree in the corner, tall and perfect, covered in crystal ornaments that catch the light like frozen tears. Where am I?

There’s a green ribbon in her hair, and little holly leaves dangle from her earrings. “What’s with the Mrs. Claus look?” Benedict asks, eyeing her up and down. Autumn pops her hands on her hips and grins at us. “It’s the Sweetwater Holiday Festival tonight. Have you three been gone so long that you forgot about that?” I chuckle, and her gaze shoots to me, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly, as if she’s surprised by the sound. I guess she’s got a right to be, since me laughing isn’t something that happens often these days—although it feels easier now than it has in a long while.

If all went well, this would be the happiest Christmas of our lives. It was all too perfect, and when I decided to step into Ric's room, I was sure this was the right time to become his wife, forever. My heart was pounding madly inside my chest. I had already waited too long. All those nights when he walked into my room and we started making out instantly just showed how much we wanted to go further, but Alice always knocked on my door and Ric had to hide until she left, or until I took her away. back to your room. This was driving me crazy. I masturbated every night imagining his hand rubbing my pussy. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel what, until then, I had only felt under my clothes. F

- JM "duhh! it is still 11:58!"- Dessa .... "12! Merry Christmas PAP-!"- Dessa/JM but before we complete our Christmas greeting to my father a purple fog suddenly appear and slowly occupying our house because of this all of us in the house, panics! "what was that! my children come beside me!"- Bobby me and my little brother approach papa quickly he hugs us both and slowly walks us out of the door but when we are at the outside of the door, the purple fog was still there and more thicker!

Next Christmas Kate “Merry Effin’ Christmas Eve, Angel,” Dorian whispers into my ear, mindful of the little one who’s crawling across the hardwood floor in the living room at warp speed. Anne is one year old today. Two weeks ago, she started crawling, and now it's like she's a professional crawler. It's like she's been doing it forever. “It'll be a merry fucking Christmas Eve,” I whisper back, before Anne reaches us. "Happy anniversary." Just like it was never a merry effing Christmas this would be so fucking different that it actually hurts to physical so that would be a ljysicaind way to I had nondivkihjj add that with a touch of magnesium dlo and I'm

“But I can’t so why waste my thoughts on fantasy. I have everything I need for Christmas right in my tiny little apartment.” “What do you do for Christmas?” Keshaun leapt on the chance to change the subject. “Bram and I go to church Christmas Eve because we are certain we heard the ghost of my mother cursing us both out the one year we skipped it. I mean, it could have been the homeless lady on the corner, but maybe mom channelled through her.” She heard Keshaun’s snort and laughed, “Christmas morning we exchange the one gift we buy each other every year and then we watch home movies of our parents and eat until we can’t move.”

she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?” “Of course.” He replies.I shifted my gaze to the tv and, I could see Jake. He was being interviewed about the death of Miss Anna .“... I don’t know, but to me, this year’s Christmas will be feeling a lot like the long halloween.”Jake said, with a smirk on his face.I turned around to leave, unable to make sense of everything.“What do these three meant by ‘The Long Halloween’?” I muttered under my breath.TBC