Horror Santa Claus Novels & Stories

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Red hair, red nose, a colorful onesie, and big teeth that I can see clearly as he smiles menacingly. It's a clown. "It's a demon clown!" Orion states and I can picture a look of probable terror on his face. "I don't like clowns." I shake my head in disbelief. "After everything that we've seen. You afraid of clowns?" "They creepy okay anyway let's just kill it and be done with." When we kill a night terror it turns back into its true form as it burns. Though they turn into some terrifying things, their true forms are nothing compared. Their bodies are like that of red flesh. It's as if they have no skin. Their eyes are black orbs of nothingness. That if you stare into them for too long they a

She tried to encourage herself as she started clapping as the crowd was doing. The momo masked man took a bow and smiled. "I believe the magic I just performed, instilled great fear in almost everyone sitting down here, right?" He asked as the crowd murmured and laughed. "That is the spirit of Halloween anyway! What is a Halloween season without the spirit of fear and terror?" He questioned as the crowd started cheering. "But!" He smiled and started walking toward the crowd on the stage. "For the sake of the lovely kids we have here" he touched one little girl from the crowd as she just locked gaze with him.

I made my way between the cars towards the back of the building. “You know this is a special night, don’t you?” Wisps of fake fog curled and puffed off the stage as he strutted back and forth. “Halloween. All Hallows? I can tell ya it means a lot more than just stuffing fun-size Snickers in your face. Tonight’s the night the world of the dead overlaps with the world of the living. That means if you’re ever going to see a ghost, tonight’s your night!

"I haven't finished looking around - I wanted to wait here until you woke up, but I have poked my head into the rooms adjacent to this one. They look almost exactly like I remember the miniature." She leaned into him and clutched at his hand with her own and Noel tried not to notice how smooth her skin was. "So, did somebody lace the eggnog with LSD, or what? Because these things don't really happen. I'm an accountant for goodness' sake." "Your guess is as good as mine, Shelby. My dad has always maintained that there's real magic in the holidays, but I never thought he meant anything like this." It was the only thing he could think of while he'd paced the room waiting for her to wake up. Som

“Yeah, I better hold my horses until I’m back and alone at the Manor.” “We should do it there. I have a feeling that the Blotters can help you. And they’re gonna be your target practice until you learn to handle it.” “The perks of living in a haunted house.” I decided my fingers wouldn’t fall off if I texted Brandon and wished him a merry Christmas. To have him call me right away. He was having dinner with his closest friends from the Haunters crew at his place, and I had the chance to say hi to Isaac too. It was a short call, nothing personal, nothing intimate. Just a holiday greeting, see you in three days, bye.

This Halloween is a sham I close the door and went over to Haley. She has been sitting alone after the Sheriff and his wife came “Happy Halloween baby” I said trying to fake a smile “I would like to be alone, Mason” “Yea, I understand but we need to do this” “So what Mason?” she turned and her eyes are red, she’s been crying “Send your father back before it’s too late” “Before what is too late, what are you not telling me” I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town”

I'm trying to make myself as small as possible, maybe it will go away this way. I just want it to stop, I need it to stop. I won't let Aurora turn me into a monster and I most certainly will not let her use me to hurt Sky. I would rather die than let any demon feed on him, it's my worst fear and I will do anything to keep it from happening. I keep my eyes and ears closed, in the hopes of blocking things out. Maybe if I can't hear or see anything it will go away. Yes, it will go away. Aurora will go back into cage and steer clear of Sky, I won't let her hurt Sky, never.

The thought knotted his stomach. Santa shifted, pulling his knees up to his chest, trying to calm his racing mind. He had been in strange places before, had met strange people, but nothing compared to this. Here, every smile hid fangs, every laugh hid centuries of secrets, and every step he took seemed to drag him closer to something he wasn’t ready for. Sleep didn’t come easily. He tossed and turned, haunted by fragments of what Hannah had said. The word bonding echoed through his thoughts like a heavy bell. At some point, exhaustion finally dragged him under.

She used so much strength that she didn't hold back at all—she even broke the branch off! The soil in the yard was turned over, and streams of black blood came out. At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses and saw the real form of that Santa Claus— That was a heart wrapped in black mist. The heart beat violently, and every beat sent out strong resentment. The weird thing was, it grew on the holy statue. And Elder Craneweaver had seen this holy statue before. He stomped his feet and said, "The acting sect leader brought this back from his travels. He said it's the true ruler from the Western Paradise."