Scary Stories Christmas Novels & Stories

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

She adds already heading for the kitchen. Within thirty minutes Nina had put the stuff for Santa out on a Christmas plate that Mandy gave her yesterday and she was tucked up in bed while I read her a book called Once Upon a Magical Christmas and she loved every moment of it and so did Josh and Riley. Yep, that's right. The guys sat on the bottom of her bed and listened to the entire story like big children and I swear that the pair of them were almost sleeping their selves by the time I had finished and so was Nina.

"I want to spend Christmas with my dad this year, I don't want to do anything special, I just want to spend Christmas like a normal family." "Your dad is always with you, sweetheart," I told her, before I remembered the reason why Arthur disliked Christmas. "Well, I pray your wish would be granted." But Hayley nodded, her excitement palpable as she continued to narrate what she had heard from her Christmas stories. "I heard somewhere that if I write my wishes on a note and send it as a letter to Santa Claus, he will make my wishes come true. I hear he is in the North Pole, I just don't know what part it is. So I need to know where he lives so I can write the address."

Snow's falling. I sit quietly on my bed. It's early; there is no sound outside. There's no sound inside. Why there's no sound outside? Oh, right, it's Christmas. I sit up in bed. Has my mom bought me something? I can't remember the last time I ran down the stairs to the big tree. I grab my robe and run downstairs. I feel like a little girl again when I see a couple of presents under the tree. I sit beside the tree and start to unwrap my gifts. I have new clothes, new books, - vampire drama- that's not that fantastical and unreal anymore- shoes, among other things. My mom really knows me well. My smile goes from ear to ear.

He utter with a frightening face. "You should learn how to control your eating habits in terms of like this. Aurora added noticing how hungry he was that his stomach began to rumbling. "Who's ready for a scary folktales? Scarlett ask as everyone raise up their hands. "Okay... Okay... Okay! Not so fast, so here it goes. "I will be starting with the tales of a " four friends" once upon a time, there was this four friends who school in a boarding school. The first friend where so obsessed in finding out something he saw at the school earlier so he woke his four friends up as they follow him to the place. Out of curiosity, he touch the status which he was so obsessed and suspicious at because th

Mitch kissed Ronnie and then said, "Merry Christmas, everyone! **** On Christmas day, Wyatt rushed to his parents' room, yelling, "He came, he really came." "Who? What are you talking about?" Ronnie asked, groggy with sleep. "Santa Claus, he stuffed my stocking and there's presents under the tree. Lot's of presents." Wyatt could barely contain himself. He was so excited. "I have something for you, Mom and you too, Dad." "What is it?" Mom asked. "Marie helped me make them, here, open it up." Wyatt handed them a small package. "Rip it, Mom."

It morphed into anxiety, fear, self-doubt, and countless sleepless nights. I looked at my cold, swollen fingers, then slowly asked, "Ivano, did you have a happy Christmas?" Caught off guard by my response, the other end of the line went quiet. All the lectures he'd planned were suddenly stuck in his throat. Smiling, I said softly, "I had a happy Christmas too because I discovered a secret. The comment I wrote wasn't meant to mock you. I genuinely wish all of you well." Without hesitation, I hung up.

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.” He looks at me, his eyes expecting more. I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I've been a good girl. It's all I ever wanted.” “I think you've been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He's been dying to find out what you've been hiding from daddy.” He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.

"What's so wrong with Christmas, Mr. Scrooge?" I take a swig of my beer, finishing the rest of the bottle, and shrug my shoulders. "There's nothing wrong with Christmas. I just looked at it differently I guess. When I was little, I was a weird kid. All my friends would be so excited for Christmas and they all told me how they stayed up late so that they could meet Santa, but not me. Nope, I stayed awake to try and capture the creep sneaking into my house once a year." As soon as I finish that sentence, a roar of laughter emits from all three of them.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.