Horror Santa Claus Novels & Stories

could escape my lips, Santa Claus flexed his whip before slashing it across my body. A scream tore off my throat, and I expected marks on my body as tears stung my eyes, but when I looked down at myself, I saw none and widened my eyes slightly in disbelief. The pain that seared through my bones was a confirmation that my body ought to be disfigured and bleeding now, but right now, my skin is still as flawless. Santa Claus must have seen the confusion in my eyes for he laughed, his voice echoing in the room as the Christmas song continued to play in the background.

On the screen, the horror was far away, small enough to fit in the black box. As her mind walked the worn path of the memorized plot, the echo of the messages faded. The online world receded until she could pretend it was just the couch and the movie. She gathered the bowl and began mowing through the popcorn and chasing it down with the beer. She lounged on the pillows and did not flinch when the antlers made their appearance and the blood splattered. Her breathing did not strangle her as the killer Santa Claus stalked unseen with his axe.

"I saw you naked... and you're so hot... I'm just being awkward. I'll shut up." I couldn't help but laugh. Jax was rarely thrown off; I loved that I had that kind of power over him sometimes. I pulled my festive sweatshirt over my head. "You can turn around now. I'm clothed." He turned around slowly as if he didn't believe me. Once he realized I was, indeed, clothed, his eyes hovered on my sweatshirt. It had a portrait of Santa holding a white claw on it. "Santa Claws?" Jax asked, "Where did you get that?"

"Christmas is always the usual costume. Santa on white beards, black huge belt, red coat and a red hat. Halloween is the real deal. You get to see the pumpkin head, the resurrection of Frankenstein and the dolls coming back to life. You even get to see witches flying on top of a broom while being chased by werewolves." "Who told you all of this?" "My teacher!" "What grade are you in, young lady?" "Sixth grade," the little girl replied. "Are you traveling alone?" She spoke directly to the little girl, looking deep into her eyes. She could discover that she was even more beautiful when one looked into her incredible little sapphire eyes, in fact they looked more like white diamonds. "I wasn't

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

Hazel was amid obscene horror. Everywhere she turned, she was faced with a more worst scene than she had seen the last time. It was one thing to be in a sex party and it was another to be in a demon sex party. Screeches and howls from satisfied or hurting demons came from every side, moving with the eerie music and making an ultimate haunted experience. Hazel stood frozen her legs unable to move till she gasped in fright when she felt a cold, bony hand caress her shoulder.

Please. Dani: I'm embarrassed. I rolled my eyes. Linc: Because you freaked out? Everyone freaks out. Shit, I was afraid of the dark until I was fifteen because my mom used to tease me that some crazy man was going to steal me away. She made me afraid of Santa, Dani. What kind of monster makes you hate Christmas? Dani: That's horrible!

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

After Mr. Tucker said that, I had no choice but to endure the freezing air for the entire morning. I shivered nonstop, my teeth chattering. When noon finally arrived, I went downstairs to buy some cold medicine. As I passed the coffee machine, I barely raised my hand. I wasn't even touching it when it suddenly sprayed scalding coffee at me, just like in my last life. I tried again and again, cautiously reaching out. Every time my hand got close, the machine would fire with uncanny precision, splashing boiling coffee onto the back of my hand.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.