Scary Stories Christmas Novels & Stories

It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

They obliged this time without any denial. "So, as you all know Christmas is there this weekend and we haven't even started the decorations yet." I said. I expected them to stay silent as except Aunt Sasha no one else says anything usually unless asked. But What I didn't expect was for their expressions to change to fearful ones on hearing the word "decorations." And "Christmas." "But Scarlett dear, Mr. Knight doesn't like that." Aunt Sasha said in a soft voice. I looked at her with a confused expression on my face. I couldn't understand what she meant by that.

She didn't know whether to be relieved or horrified at the kind of trash that existed in humanity. Christmas crept up on them and Laura realised that it was Christmas eve but she still hasn't prepared anything for Tynan to celebrate it. Horrified, the e-ghost wondered if she was able to purchase anything from the stores at the very last minute. She had a feeling that even if she was somehow able to leave the apartment, she wouldn't be able to find Tynan anything good.

She shifted closer and rested her head on my chest. “This was not how I imagined my Christmas cruise to be,” she murmured. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. She scoffed. “I had a lot in mind but definitely not pretending to be the girlfriend of a complete stranger or falling into bed with you.” “Neither was I,” I said. “But I'm not complaining.” She laughed softly. “Neither am I.” Her fingers traced light circles on my chest and I felt my heart beat a bit faster. This had never happened before.

I hear voices before my brain puts together what’s happening. “Mommy said the scary man is trying to find us, and these will protect us.” Griffon says happily. “Yeah, and they’re pretty.” Heather adds. Dallas laughs, “That they are, pumpkin.”

She stares at each and everyone here that has been a part of her life while growing up. She might have felt like she has been forgotten by the fairy world for a while back then, but spending her time in the human world is something she would never trade even if she is a Princess in her own fairy realm. After dinner, everyone settle at the sofa and exchange gifts. They sip warm chocolate once more as each one shares their story about Christmas. Caspian and Bran enjoy listening to these stories of the holiday most especially about Santa and his elves. Later in the evening, the parents of Jo excuse themselves to leave but as usual, Jo stays behind.

Creatures of the night forest, she said. Jade is tugging at his arm. He lets the blanket fall back in place not wanting to imagine the sharp claws and deadly fangs that must accompany those blood red eyes. "Daddy its Christmas! You have to give your little girl whatever she desires. It's that magical time of the year when daddy's always, always, give their little girls the best and . . ." She pauses and looks down at his bulge in his pants. "And biggest presents." He hears that shuffling sound once more just outside the sleigh. "Please, Daddy before it's too late."

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

Her little fingers traced circles on the cold glass. “Because he knocked on my window last year.” My entire skeleton froze. “What?” She nodded, hugging her reindeer tighter. “He asked me if I wanted a Christmas surprise. He said all I had to do was let him in.” “Tell me you didn’t.” “I didn’t… but he said he’d come back.” Oh, fantastic. Wonderful. Great. A cheerful holiday tradition of traumatizing children. I knelt down. “Ivy… you should’ve told someone.”

I try not to look at her when I ask. “Oh yeah, I have them a lot. Especially right after I watch a scary movie, even though mom says I should have out grown that by now. My brother Dillon is always forcing me to watch them when mom's at work. I can’t wait till he moves out this winter.” “That sucks. Why is he so mean to you?”