Horror Santa Claus Novels & Stories

The hiss of escaping air and the zombie’s moans blended together, and the Santa dented, tilted, and deflated, his face morphing from a Christmas grin into a weird, distorted grimace. The zombie turned to face me, its half-rotted burial gown fluttering and its disintegrating jaws wide open, showing me a set of yellow teeth and a blackened lump of tongue. I swung the machete before it could get close enough to snap at me, sending its head tumbling off…right onto the deflating body of Santa Claus. Oh, fuck. If the zombies didn’t kill me, Nate would. “More coming out of the woods!” Matt’s voice, loud enough to echo all the way down the hill to anyone still at the cottages.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

“I work with time and it’s almost time for me to do something else.” “Alright... stay safe, December is tomorrow and this year’s Christmas will be very long.”“Hahaha... it reminds me of long Halloween. Only that, this time around, no one will be on costumes. No one is trick or treating and Santa is gonna come earlier than normal...” she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?”

“…Yeah. Because of the man.” She didn’t seem scared. Just sad. When she disappeared upstairs, her soft footsteps fading away, I sat on the couch and buried my face in my hands. This was not regular holiday nonsense. This was cursed-Santa-meets-forbidden-forest horror. I stared at the fireplace. The flames crackled and danced like they were whispering secrets. The warmth should’ve comforted me—it didn’t. The front door suddenly rattled. I froze. Not knocked.RATTLED. Like something or someone was trying to open it.

JUNO VOSS Santa Ynez Valley – Halloween night The ranch looked like something out of a Tim Burton movie. Orange string lights dripped from every beam of the barn, jack-o’-lanterns lined the entire quarter-mile driveway (Rowan and Sage had carved half of them, so about thirty percent were just angry triangles with teeth), and Rhett had somehow rigged Emmanuel’s pen with fake cobwebs and a motion-activated speaker that bleated “BOO” every time the goat moved. Emmanuel was taking it personally.

I put my hand over hers. My mouth opened and closed again. "Hey, that can't be your kid. That kid looks like atleast six if not nine. Aren't three years old suppose to be toddlers or something. Unless she cheated on-" The Santa weird guy cut himself off because of the sharp glare he received. I could see some gears turning in his head as he spoke again. "But then again if it is your kid we are talking about I won't even be surprised if the kid was born with a height considered good for a six year old." He shrugged.

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

“Then you’re gonna take exactly what you asked for, you filthy little Mrs. Claus.” I spread my legs wide without being told, the tiny red skirt riding up to my waist, exposing my bare pussy completely. I was already soaked—had been since I put the outfit on—and my clit throbbed visibly under his gaze. My nipples poked hard through the cutouts, begging for attention. Mark looped the Santa belt around my throat like a makeshift collar, buckling it just tight enough that I felt the pressure with every breath. He tugged on it lightly, forcing my head up so I had to meet his eyes.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”