Scary Santa Novels & Stories

His mouth hung open like Santa was ten feet tall. Santa ho-ho-ho’d with exactly the kind of laugh only Ryker could pull off when he wasn’t trying. “Well, well, well,” he said, setting the giant Santa sack down. “I’ve heard there’s a good little boy in this home.” Storm shot his hand in the air. “ME!” he squealed. The room erupted in laughter. Santa knelt to Storm’s level, the bells on his boots jingling. Mrs. Claus (Mom, trying not to laugh) placed a hand behind Storm and kissed the top of his head.

Santa wondered sadly as he lay on his bed. Suddenly, he heard a noise from outside. He looked out of his window and saw his four reindeer standing patiently as usual. But they seemed quite out of breath as if they had just finished a long trip. And as Santa took a closer look, he could not believe what he saw. For behind the reindeer was a long train of sleds carrying little children dressed in all sorts of colors.

"I'm a man! I don't know which is worse, being a sperm or being a man!" "Sigh," the voice interrupted her and urged her to move. "We don't have much time, as I said, you are in Santa's body right now. And your mission is to give gifts to the people that Santa forgotten to send on Christmas Eve. Technically, Christmas is over but Santa felt bad for the people he has forgotten, hence, he asked for this!" Kiera frowned looking in the mirror, "Do Santa drinks a lot? He sure has a big tummy..."

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town. The bells above the bakery door jingle behind me in that cheerful, irritating way that makes me want to kick them off their screws. But I don’t. Aunt Ruby would “exorcise” me with a vat of eggnog if she saw me abusing Christmas decorations again. The street is quiet. Too quiet. Hallowpine usually glows with warm lights and fake joy this time of year. Kids skating. Couples taking pictures. That unsettling animatronic Santa by the post office waving its plastic hand as if plotting something. Tonight? Nothing. Just me and the sound of snow crunching beneath my boots.

Nether Spawn was already hard for them to handle, and what they saw now was enough to give them nightmares. Those faces on the trees didn't think so. They even felt like they could finally eat fresh living people again, and so young, with greed written all over their eyes. "Come over and water us!" One of the biggest faces, grinning, spoke just like Santa Claus, and really did look like a saint: "Don't be afraid, just do what the master told you to do." "Don't worry, we would bless you." As soon as he spoke, all the smiling and crying faces would quiet down.

However, I must admit this one display caught my eye for a very different reason. I take in the white-lighted reindeer dangling from a lighted tree containing what is left of Santa’s sleigh. A trail of red lights falls from the reindeer’s head and pools in freshly fallen snow. I have never seen a Christmas massacre and I doubt I ever will again. It is marvelous. I laugh because I honestly can't help myself. For once, humanity surprised me. I say out loud, “God, I'd love to meet the person behind this.” A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?”

Back in the hospice ward, Noelle opened her eyes weakly. She looked around and said, "Daddy, Mommy promised me she'd dress up as Santarina and bring me presents… Isn't that right?" I held her hand tightly, forcing back my grief. "Yes. Mommy will come as Santarina." I lowered my head helplessly and checked my phone again, but there was still no response from Ivana. Then, I opened Instagram and saw Charles' newest post. He wrote, "Bubbles is missing. I feel like I can't breathe… Bubbles, where are you?"

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

“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.