Horror Santa Claus Novels & Stories

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

“I’m not sure; I don’t recall ever being close to him. I can’t remember anything, but he appeared to be a menacing individual. “He appears to be very scary.” “I agree with you, Selen. He is extremely scary. However, I can assure you that he is a decent individual. He will become enraged if you even touch his belongings.” Hania took another glance at Isabel. “Mother, how do you propose the entire family spend Christmas and New Year’s at Granddad’s?” “Hania, it’s still not Halloween yet.” Jade said. “I’m just trying to remind Mom in advance. Will you go with us, Selena?” Selena met her gaze. She carefully placed the toast back on the table. She experienced another flash. Selena shook her head

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

I said nonchalantly and Nanny Agatha frowns, “Isn’t he too old to marry a young beautiful girl?” “No Nanny! Santa Clause is not old! He is young. He never gets old. He has told me.” After pausing for a minute I ask Nanny Agatha, “Tell me Nanny Agatha, if Santa grows old then why his pictures of this year shows the same Santa as few years back?”

Brianna slowly opened her eyes and felt a splitting headache. She groaned and clutched her head. The pain was so intense that it made it hard for her to think straight. Satan stood at the balcony door with a stone look. His dark face was more terrifying than the darkness of night. Isaac had long left the mansion after giving instructions to Satan. Except for Roy, no one dared to enter the room, as they were afraid of Satan's wrath. They were safe for now because Brianna hadn't opened her eyes, but once she regained her consciousness, Satan might settle the score with them.

Santos had learned early on in life that you generally got further if you could pretend that you belonged to the people or places that you wanted to infiltrate, which is why, instead of sneaking into the Vampyre Queens lair, he walked in as if he'd been invited. The room was fairly dark, but undead sight is sharp, and in no time, he located Lenora, sleeping on the rugs beside Maria's crib. This was almost too easy. He thought to himself as he moved stealthily over to the sleeping Queen. Santos's eyes flared a deep ruby red as he opened his jaws, extending his teeth to deliver the killing bite to the jugular. As he descended with lightning speed, Santos found himself suddenly trapped in a sui

Anne only replied to Jack's words with a glimpse of a smile. Out of Anne's expectation, when they arrived, it turned out that they were not alone. There were about twenty people there. Instead of feeling happy and safe, Anne felt scared and wanted to run away. The reason was because those people wore black robes with pointed hoods that almost covered half of their faces. From their posture, Anne could guess that they were men and women. Lighting torches were planted all around them. And the center of Anne's attention was a giant stone in the shape of an owl.

Elijah’s eyes widen just slightly, a flicker of something crossing his face before he quickly masks it. The old woman stares at me, her mouth slightly open. “What nonsense are you spouting?” "You heard me." I cross my arms, my gaze sweeping over the stunned crowd. I let the silence stretch before driving my point home. "Your mysterious ‘Santa’—the one who’s been providing for you all these years—is the very same Alpha you’re trying to cast out." A collective gasp ripples through the people. Shock. Disbelief. Their heads turn toward Elijah, eyes narrowing, some darting between him and the statue of Santa Claus, as if suddenly seeing the resemblance.

But, no matter how hard he convinces himself, the fear of losing his only son haunts him constantly. When the visiting hour is up, Larry came home with a bottle of cheap rum. He drunk everything even though he doesn't really know how to drink alcoholic beverages. Even when he was young, he never really learned how to be a cool kid. --------------------- "Hello, Mr. Swanson. Good evening!" One of the high school student greeted Robert when he entered the Sunnyville Milkshake shop. He was about to grab some dinner when he saw the bullies drinking milkshakes together. They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital.

“I thought he just went upstairs. Usually it takes him forever to change.” Holly frowned. Usually it did take her dad a long time to get into costume. He always took extra care attaching the beard for this so that the kids could tug on it and not have the secret ruined. The glue took a long time to dry. Yet, there was Santa at the front door. “Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” boomed Santa, throwing open the front door to the bookstore. The kids all cheered and ran to gather around the jolly old man.