A Christmas Horror Story Page #2

Christmas is all about forgiveness

and family and tradition.

If you just believe, if you let

that spirit in, it just... it fills you.

Don't touch that!

It's very old.

Is there some place more private

you and I could talk?

I wanna show you something

I think you might be interested in.

Come.

Four hours in the car and the old bat

doesn't even offer me a drink.

I'll help myself, thank you.

Look at this place,

it's like Paul Bunyan and Count Dracula

gayed up and built a dream home.

That is not a toy.

- Oh, hi there, we're the...

- I know who you are.

Okay.

- This is Krampus, right?

- What's a Krampus?

He's like an anti-Santa Claus,

a demon who punishes the naughty.

He whips them, chains them up,

throws them in a sack, stuff like that.

When Krampus knocked, the demon

hunts the wicked from sunset to sunrise.

That's fun.

He comes for little boys

who touch things they shouldn't.

Oops.

- Duncan!

- That was very unwise.

We will pay for it, of course.

Pick it up.

- Gerhart, what have you done?

- I did nothing.

The boy had... an unfortunate accident.

- Take your family and leave now.

- No, let's not be hasty here.

No, my son,

I feel one of my spells coming

and I cannot entertain guests. Goodbye.

Bicycle parts to Sector Five!

Organs sets to arrive!

Video games...

Get out of the way, get out of the way!

Have to take it out again this year.

- Talk to the Mrs., Sparkles.

- Santa, I need your signature.

Thank you.

So what are we up against

this year, Jingles?

Blizzard warning along

the Eastern seaboard.

Never met a blizzard that troubled me.

- It's bad, it's really bad.

- Another signature here.

- I'm worried about the trade winds.

- Trade winds.

- Safety first, Santa.

- Right here on the left.

Lots of kids are depending

on tonight going off without a hitch.

Shiny?

- Take a break, everyone!

- Yay, Mrs. Claus!

Even Christmas magic

needs a little fuel.

- Oh, cookies!

- Smells good.

- Cookies!

- What is this?

- Have a cookie, Shiny.

- No, I...

I don't know. No thank you.

It'll keep your strength up

for the long shift.

I'm not hungry.

Not hungry? They're cookies!

You're being silly, Shiny, you know

how much you love my cookies.

I said I don't want a goddamn cookie!

You reindeer f***ing snow whore!

Shiny!

He...

He's dead.

Dead? But elves...

Can't die.

Santa, elves can't die, right?

No. They cannot.

Yeah, he's gonna help

his pop put this up too.

This tree is way better

than the ones at the mall.

- We did it.

- Stop, we can't do this again.

Oh, no way.

They won't even miss it.

They got enough trees around here.

Look at this, babe, this is a perfect tree.

Smells like pine, you love pine.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't think

it's gonna fit up the stairs.

Of course it will,

it'll be fine, trust me.

- Where's Will?

- He was right here with us. Will?

- Will?

- Will!

- Baby!

- Come on, we gotta go!

- This ain't time to play hide and seek now!

- Where are you, babe?

- We gotta go, come on, son!

- Will!

- Come on, boy, stop playing, we gotta go!

- Where are you, baby?

Mom?

- Come on, honey, let's go!

- William, where are you?

Dad!

- William!

- Where are you?

Will!

Where'd he go?

Couldn't have gone far.

- Over here.

- Oh, God.

Will!

Baby?

This way, through here.

Son!

Will!

Will!

Will!

William!

Will!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Will!

Will?

Come here, buddy!

Scott!

Will. Will!

Come on, baby? Will, are you okay?

What the hell happened?

Why'd you take off like that? Why?

Don't yell at him!

It was your idea to come out here!

Oh, boy, real palace of fun down here.

Saint Joseph's used to be

a convent a long time ago,

this is part of the original building.

You could be a bride of Christ too, Molly,

you've got the whole virgin thing going on.

Actually, this is where they kept

the unmarried girls who got pregnant.

It was a big deal back then if they weren't

married, you had to keep them out of sight.

Didn't they shut this place down

before it became a school?

Yeah, yeah, there were a lot of

weird stories going around

like this 15 year old girl

claimed she was a virgin,

said it was a miracle

like the Virgin Mary, but...

no one believed her.

So what happened to her?

Don't you know, Ben? It was your mom.

No, actually, she died

trying to abort her baby.

Let's go.

This is it.

This is where Connor

and Jenna were killed.

Are you getting this?

You guys hear that?

What?

Stay focused.

- This is where...

- We know. We saw the video.

I wanna make sure

I don't forget anything.

- Yeah? Let's see.

- Yeah.

Stick to camera work, Dylan.

Words aren't really your thing.

I just wanna make sure

there's no more horror in the hallways...

You okay? What's wrong?

Nothing.

Five minutes.

You guys couldn't act like a normal

goddamn family for five minutes.

I think we're pretty normal

compared to those two.

That creep deliberately baited Duncan.

Sweetheart, it wasn't your fault.

I don't know why your aunt got so mad

over some stupid piece of kitsch.

She wasn't mad. She was scared.

I can't believe you dragged us here

on Christmas Eve

so that you could hustle your own aunt,

that is a new low, Taylor, even for you.

It's not a hustle,

the Bioplex is a means of integrating

technology into a sustainable future,

where scientific innovation

is a shared experience.

Fine, yeah, it's all good when it pays

for the house and the vacations

and the school and the orthodontist,

but, otherwise, no, it's a big joke!

Come on!

Come on, come on.

Damn, damn, damn!

Seriously?

I'm standing at the very spot

where Connor was found crucified

exactly one year ago today

on Christmas Eve.

Connor's neck was broken.

And over here...

Jenna's mutilated body was found

hanging off some metal piping in the ceiling.

Why would somebody go to so much effort?

That is just one of the many unanswered

questions in this baffling case.

How's it look?

You guys...

it's still here.

Unto us a child is born.

Unto us a son is given.

That is f***ing creepy.

It's from Isaiah, Chapter 9,

Verse 6 about the birth of Jesus.

Okay, this place is creeping me out.

I think we've got everything

we need, let's go.

Yeah, won't argue with you there.

What the hell?

What's wrong?

What the f***?

I could've sworn it was this one.

Molly, come on, hurry up.

Move.

I tried them all three times,

none of them fit.

Crap.

Okay.

Hello?

Principal Harod!

Principal Harod? Hello?

Principal Harod!

F***!

Of course now, he isn't around.

Can't see anything.

I've got full bars and some service,

it should be ringing.

Really?

Guys, what if Principal Harod

locked us in?

Why would he do that?

For all we know,

he could be down here with us.

I got nothing, too.

Come on, baby.

Smile.

Will... you okay?

Sport, don't just sit there. Look like

you've never seen a Christmas tree before.

Why don't you help

your old man, all right?

I like that one. Okay, I'll do it.

Right there.

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