A Christmas Horror Story

It's Christmas Eve, all who believe

Santa is here, but once a year

All girls and boys, dream of new toys

Soundly they sleep, wishes to keep

Jing jing-a-ling, come hear us sing

Wreaths on the door, stockings and more

Magic is thrive, spells come alive

Snow in the air, laughter to share

Family and friends, season to glens

Joyful and dear, end of the year

'Tis a very fun and special Christmas

'Tis a very fun and special Christmas

It's Christmas Eve, all who believe

Santa is here, but once a year

All girls and boys, dream of new toys

Soundly they sleep, wishes to keep

Jing jing-a-ling, come hear us sing

Wreaths on the door, stockings and more

Magic is thrive, spells come alive

Snow in the air, laughter to share...

Spirits throughout

Changelings...

It's Christmas Eve, all who believe

Santa is here, but once a year

All girls and boys, dream of new toys

Soundly they sleep, wishes to keep

Jing jing-a-ling, come hear us sing

Wreaths on the door, stockings and more

Magic is thrive, spells come alive

Snow in the air, laughter to share

Wreaths on the door, stockings and more

Magic is thrive, spells come alive...

It's Christmas Eve, all who believe

Santa is here, but once a year...

Easy there, Blitzen.

My old friend, Comet.

It's time.

Who's there?

Merry Christmas, Bailey Downs!

It's Christmas Eve...

the most wonderful time of the year.

And I'll tell you what, listeners.

"Dangerous Dan"

is gonna tell you a secret.

I love Christmas!

There, I said it.

And I don't care who knows it

'cause I love tinsel,

I love Rudolph, I love cranberries,

I love baby Jesus!

Before he went all hippy

with the sandals and long hair.

What?

No, no, no, no, no, Susan,

I'm gonna talk about Jesus on the radio.

And you know why? Because it's his birthday

tomorrow, am I right, folks?

Speaking of reminders, it's almost time

for the big charity food drive

at the mall this afternoon.

Our very own weatherman of action,

Stormin' Norman

is gonna be down there helping out

like the true Christmas angel he is.

Norman, is there any truth to the rumor

that a very special guest

is gonna be making an appearance

at the food drive?

Norman?

Oh, hey Norman, he's writing me

a little Christmas card.

This is exciting.

What's it gonna say?

Norman. Susan, did you see that?

You know who saw that?

Jesus saw that!

And his dad. He saw that.

All right, folks, looks like...

Norman's hitting the trail, so...

we'll just get this Christmas party

started without him!

Yes, sir! We're gonna share the spirit.

We're gonna deck some halls!

I'm gonna get Susan under the mistletoe

and you, my little elves,

you're gonna listen to one

of my favorite songs.

So here's to the season!

Here's to you...

Bailey Downs.

Let's get this Christmas party

started right.

- Girlfriend's late.

- Impossible, we use protection.

Made the mistake of watching this

alone last night,

but nobody can know I have this, okay?

December 25th. Time, 13:26 hours.

Constable Scott Peters,

conducting a preliminary walkthrough.

I used to babysit his son, Will.

Handprints on the wall.

Make sure you get that.

A lot of blood in here.

Victim's a male, Caucasian, late teens.

- Possibly a student here.

- Oh, boy.

Body showing signs of obvious staging

suggesting a ritualistic killing.

Time and cause of death

to be determined by autopsy.

Got some writing on the wall over here.

"For unto us a child is born.

Unto us a son is given."

Look at that.

Possible bible passage?

I don't know.

Me either.

What do you hear?

Scott, what are you hearing?

Poor baby... wakes

The little Lord Jesus

No crying he makes...

- F***!

- Christ!

Okay.

Why was that cop singing that song?

No one knows, he went on stress leave

after this and doesn't talk about it.

Okay, and you still wanna go down there

just for some stupid school assignment?

Man up, Dylan. We obviously

can't use the police video, so...

we have to get our own footage.

Hey, babies.

- You're late, b*tch.

- Sorry.

Dad pulled this family trip

out of his ass like an hour ago.

Merry Christmas. It'll get you through

any door in the school.

- I love you so much right now.

- Caprice, I can't believe you actually got them.

That's my honey.

Stickiest fingers in Bailey Downs.

Gotta go.

Don't get busted.

Come on, we got a long drive.

Christmas Eve and you wanna drive

to see your old aunt,

- who as far as I know, doesn't even like you.

- She doesn't like anyone.

Fine, but you're dragging us

along with you.

You know what, and I expect everyone

to be on their best behavior.

We're not in Saint Barth's for Christmas,

that's fine, or even Aspen, that's...

Okay, look, I just wanted

to have some bonding time.

You hear that, I want this

to be a happy, loving family.

So you want a Christmas miracle.

All right, son, let's get that tree.

It's cold out here?

I want the new Morph Machine.

The Morph Machine with the motorcycle

and the guy has a green vest.

Not the blue one, the other guy

with the Morph Machine.

You okay? We can go back if you want.

- I'm okay.

- He'll be fine, he'll be fine.

Not here.

What do you mean not here?

Baby, look at those.

Tell me you will find

the perfect Christmas tree.

- We can go right through here.

- Great, nice example for a cop, Scott.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

No one's gonna even know we're here.

Come on.

Come on!

Right behind you, son.

Come on, don't be scared.

Quit groping her, let's get on with it.

Thanks.

Five, four, three...

Christmas, usually a time

of joy and celebration,

but for Saint Joseph's Academy,

a time of mourning.

Exactly one year ago last Christmas Eve

this school was the scene

of an unimaginable crime

when two of its students,

Connor and Jenna, seen here,

were found murdered in cold blood.

With the killer still at large,

the atmosphere here in Bailey Downs

is truly grim this holiday season.

I'm Molly Simon, and this

is Horror in the Hallways.

- Wait, cut.

- What?

Are we really going

with that cheesy title?

Your opinion would mean a lot more to me

if you weren't failing Media Arts.

Hold on guys, I think I hear something.

- I'm fine!

- Sh*t.

It's Principal Harod.

We just need to be careful.

Yes, I... I know!

Lis... listen to me!

Go, go, go, go!

No, not that one, the other one.

Molly, hurry up.

Wait.

Never mind, now I'm getting jumpy.

Principal Harod.

What the hell is he doing here

on Christmas Eve?

Keep it down!

- Great.

- I've got flashlights.

- Oh, nice.

- Come on, it's this way.

She better remember us in the will.

It's about time she invited us here.

- She did invite us, right?

- Think of it as a Christmas surprise.

- Taylor!

- 'tis the season. She'll be thrilled.

You see, the thing is...

To be honest, Aunt Etta,

I know you and mom had difficulties

and I just thought we could, you know,

get it out there and deal with it.

- Dear, maybe now's not a good time.

- It's Christmas, what could be a better time?

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