He'll Be Coming Down The Chimney Down Novels & Stories

However, he was now very curious about this place. He noticed that some smoke was coming out of the chimney. This meant that someone had to be in. Acting on the spur of the moment, he decided to knock on the door and say hello to whoever was in there. He was feeling slightly cautious as he headed to the door. He was imagining some grizzled old hunter, or some hermit-like woodsman, who might not take too kindly to a stranger knocking on the door. He promised himself that if anything seemed off or even just a little bit suspicious when he knocked on the door he would get out of there as quickly as possible.

EVANGELINE The heat hits before the sound does. W-what’s happening? It creeps down through the cracks in the ceiling, thick and heavy, reeking of scorched oil and pine wood. My lungs burn on the first inhale, coughing so hard my torn back muscles scream against the soaked bandages. Smoke pours down the stone stairs in rolling grey clouds. Fire. There’s a fire somewhere. Shit. “Konstantin!” I scream again, my voice tearing down the middle. “I’m down here! Konstantin!”

I forced a chuckle. “You know what they say about the early birds” He stared blankly like he was clueless about what I was saying. “Early bed gets the worm,” I said. “What worm,” “Come on, even a two-year-old knows that” I replied. His gaze stayed on me too long scanning my face. “Follow me” I followed him into the mansion, trying not to stare at everything—dark marble floors, golden pillars, glass stairs, a chandelier that probably cost more than my entire life.

Cassidy stopped moving her, and Jo came to a lurching halt about halfway down the chimney, flames from the fire visible ten or fifteen feet beneath her. “What are we going to do?” Jo asked, but her aunt didn’t answer. Instead, Ingrid appeared above her in the chimney, her boots pressed against the walls the same way that Jo’s were. She was only inches above her head. “Are you still going through with this?” she shouted at her aunt.

The scent of sweet spiced cider drifts up, warm and inviting. "Drink," Del orders gently. "You look like you're about to faint again, and I don't think my arms can carry you." I take the mug, wrapping my cold fingers around the warm clay, and take a small, careful sip. The sweet, hot liquid helps settle the knot in my stomach, if only a little. We sit in silence for a few long moments, watching the faint wisps of smoke rise from the chimneystacks of the main packhouse into the starry night sky. The distant sound of music and laughter still leaks out from the hall, but out here, it is quiet.

A huge chandelier welcomes you in with golden light dancing on dark wood which the walls are made up of, velvet chairs, and a pretty marble fireplace. “Were you missing me, sweet thing?” I heard a familiar voice ask, it was Ethan coming down the stairs. “No, I just came to pick up my house keys, dad won't be home by this time and we don't have live-in maids at our beck and call, unlike I someone I know.” I replied, sarcastically.

CHARLOTTE “Stop!” I coughed, choking on thick black smoke as the rogue yanked my arm, dragging me across the floor. Heat burt at my back, creeping closer with every breath. The wooden beams above groaned, then split, letting loose a fresh rain of burning embers that scattered across the stone. “Move!” the rogue snarled, his voice hoarse. He wasn’t immune either, his eyes were red, watering, his skin damp with sweat and soot. “The whole damn place is coming down!”

But he knew she must be doing it for Will. Tm getting in the spirit of the season/ she insisted. ‘Can’t you do it from down here?’ When she failed to answer, he reluctantly offered, ‘Want some help?’ ‘I can manage, thanks.’ ‘You want them up before Christmas, don’t you?’ he asked. ‘Of course.’ ‘Then you’d better come down and let me do that.’

She'd liked what she'd seen, he was sure of it. A low and angry echoing sound announced either the presence of a ghost, or a cat up the chimney. "Mreoooww." "Muff!" Horatia got down on her hands and knees and peered up the chimney. "Come down right now!" She reached up into the sooty confines of the fireplace.

I wish I could be a smart wolf. However, I could not escape my fate. I was always in danger. Suddenly, there was a loud noise from downstairs. I wondered what was going on outside. Wendy looked worried and a bit panicked. "Oh, it's nothing. Just some families arguing." I acted like it was no big deal. "Okay." Once she was gone, I grabbed my phone. I saw the latest trending topic and knew right away why it was so noisy downstairs.