Horror Santa Claus Novels & Stories

“Okay, you read I’ll get a photo of the lighting panel. I’ll leave a message for the guys they teamed me up with, so they know where to find me as well. If they need me.” “Good idea. You do that, and when I’m finished with this. I’ll pass this to you, so you can study up on this.” Ian jogged off and snapped a few photos. He’d add notes if he found any reference within the notes when it was his turn to read it. Damn, he’d just fallen right into this. The part that freaked him out the most was how easy it was. How did all this supernatural stuff become normal, and why wasn’t he questioning everything? From Fianna to Dragons, different realms, and fairies. What were unicorns? Shifters? He’d nev

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

And there, standing by the window with his back to me, was the man in the Santa jacket. He didn't turn around. "The car is waiting outside," he said, his voice low and smooth and achingly familiar in a way that made my blood run cold. "We should leave before the roads get worse. The storm is supposed to hit within the hour." I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. My entire body had gone numb. After the contracts were signed—my hand shaking so badly I could barely hold the pen—we were escorted to a sleek black limousine waiting in the circular driveway. Snow had started falling, fat flakes that caught in the headlights and turned the world into something from a winter fairy tale.

It is a good time to put up holiday decorations, but I tend to minimalist behavior in that realm. My Halloween decorations lean to the macabre with dreadful loud music, screams, and signs saying "Children Seasoned and Eaten with Relish. Thanks For The Treats!" So for Christmas I tend to get a pass. If asked, I explain that my decorations of a spiritual nature - an 8-foot devils head - might frighten the children and offend the intolerant - that always shuts them up. You know, freedom of religion does not mean what it claims to mean if you root for the wrong team. Mormons know what I mean by that.

I recited the incantation out loud, my voice steady but laced with sarcasm. "Krampus, devourer of the wicked, I summon you. Come and claim what is rightfully yours." The candles flickered weakly. Nothing happened at first. I rolled my eyes, thinking what a waste of time this was. I was about to snuff out the flames and just rub one out to some p**n when the room suddenly grew freezing cold. Frost spread across the glass panes like living veins, and the overhead lights buzzed before going out completely, leaving only the eerie blue glow from the candles.

"So when you told Hayley that you know where she can help children out, you mean an orphanage?" "Yes, exactly!" Korina giggled like a child. And now that I knew her a tad bit better…I didn’t feel as threatened for having her near Hayley any longer. "Miss Korina," Hayley called out to her, thankfully joining the conversation because as okay as I was to talk to a stranger, I wasn’t very good at making awkward small talk. "Yes, honey?" Korina turned her entire attention to Hayley. "What do you think I'll be getting for Christmas?” Hayley asked without hesitation. “Miss Kathleen says Santa Claus would visit me and that he likes cookies and milk. Has he ever visited you before?"

The chandelier overhead froze mid-sway, hanging at an impossible angle, as if time itself had stopped. Everyone—players and entities alike—froze. The rage on the bald man's face twisted into pure, unadulterated terror. The glow of his gauntlets sputtered and died. What chilled me more was the fear I sensed from the entities surrounding me. They were afraid, too. [It's over... The noise woke the Final Boss!] [It's the Director! The SSS-rank Director of Saint Anna! No one has ever survived encountering it!]

Panic starts to swirl inside me. I jerked my head, the face of Jane Moonstorm eventually warping to something…a wolf-like entity that stood like a man but with ram horns and bat-like hands and arms towering over me. ‘Selena, help me,’ I prayed. The candle went out. The light went out. The fire, the only element that can scare them away, went out. Everything is utterly dark, the thick coldness is suffocating. The fragrance of death sent me crumbling from the chair and onto the ground.

“Father asked me to pick up a Christmas gift for the butler. But here, I think you need it more. They suit you better!” I frown deeply as she hands it to me. But just as the gloves are about to be delivered to me, Erin suddenly drops the gloves. Eyes blinking at me and then down at them, smugly expecting me to pick them up in further humiliation. However, Erin’s humiliation plan is interrupted. “Look! It’s Santa Claus!” A kid's excited scream pierces through the square. And all eyes turn to witness four massive reindeer pulling a massive red sleigh. And in the driver’s seat, is Santa!

“How can you not be blamed? This accident with Tommy is entirely your responsibility as his teacher, and your kindergarten isn’t innocent either! “Who allowed you to take little children into a haunted house? And knowing Tommy has claustrophobia, you still brought him in?” Anger flared through me, and I no longer restrained myself. With one swift motion, I slapped Holly, who was still struggling under my hold. She froze, eyes wide in shock and outrage. “You dare hit me?” Kent stepped forward, placing himself between us. I shook my stinging hand, a sense of reckless defiance taking over. “Yes, I dare!” I snapped. “That haunted house was just a Halloween-themed attraction. It clearly stated at