Scary Santa Novels & Stories

For the first time in weeks, her worries felt far away. And then came the scares. They entered the haunted house as a group, swallowed by fog, flashing lights, and grotesque monsters popping out of the dark. Zoe screamed at every corner, practically hanging off Melinda, who threatened to hex the next actor who touched her. Chloe shrieked when a clown lunged from behind a curtain, then broke into nervous laughter, clutching Diana’s arm. Diana strutted through unbothered, blowing kisses at the “undead,” and announcing, “Scary is cute on me.”

Scarlett, When we were deep in the woods, Lucian put me down and began to take off his clothes. I averted my gaze immediately, and he chuckled. "Come on, don't act like you have never seen a naked man before," He said, and I felt my cheek colour. He looked at me when unbuckling his pants and then froze. I was worried about doing something, so I quickly turned around. He was silent, and I became scared. "Scarlett?" he said gently, and I felt him behind me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and breathed in my scent.

It was a Giant looking man with a scar on his face. He looked very fierce. He walked towards me and whispered in a Disgusting voice. " I'll like to see how beautiful you are in your birthday suit. " I shivered involuntarily hearing this. He moved closer and before I knew it my red Scarf was snatched away from my neck. " No!!!! " I screamed involuntarily. " Shut up! What's there to hide again? , I am completely sure that your whole body is covered with hickeys. "

Her manager, and my Aunt Mira. He sighed. "I don't think it's safe.” " You too? Why is everyone scared of her?” " Aria, she's dangerous.” I looked at him, shocked. " And you know this, how?” "Everybody knows Helena in the city. She controls the most terrifying gang in this city, and she doesn't take it kindly when someone tails her.” "Well, I'm going to find a way to nail her anyway. She had an affair with my dad, and killed my mother just to keep him. I can't let that slide.”

“You're saying you can marry us? Legally?" He shrugs. “I’m ordained online.” I can see my future self telling this story to Anne when she’s older: “And that’s how your mother and father were married on Christmas Eve by Santa Claus. On your birthday.” I burst into the room, tailed by Santa, who laughs as he walks in. “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas!” Kate cocks her head to the side. “Really, Dorian?" she asks. "Santa? Are you purposely trying to re-traumatize me?"

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.

Starlight grabbed her arm, following Meghan’s gaze. “Oh… God…” she said before bursting into laughter. Something about a man in an ugly Christmas sweater was funny. But seeing two really manly men in ugly sweaters was beyond hilarious. “Ugly Christmas sweater competition,” James explained. His navy-blue sweater sported two of the scariest elves Starlight had ever seen. Their huge yellow button eyes, arched brows, and creepy grins were certain to give kids nightmares. The fact that they were peeking around a sequined Christmas tree with pointy ice crystal ornaments only added to the whole disconcertingly ominous picture.

Yours truly, Cari I stumbled naked to my bed and fell quickly asleep with a tipsy smile. Who knew that Santa — the big guy in red with the round belly and the long white beard — was not only real but incredibly horny and looking for someone just like me. “Someone’s been a very naughty girl,” a voice said in my ear and I jumped awake. I opened my eyes and found myself staring in the smiling eyes of none other than Santa himself. “No fucking way,” I breathed, wondering if I were still dreaming. “This can’t be real.”

On Halloween night, 1975,a handsome stranger walked into the El Camaroncito Nite Club off Old Highway 90,near San Antonio. He was a brilliant dancer and even the shyest girl in the room couldn't resist his request for a turn around the floor. One partner was almost in a trance as she whirled and spun with the man,and the crowd watched, enraptured. Suddenly his partner cried out in terror:'Your feet!Your feet!' She screamed, and tore herself from his tight embrace.

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."