A Christmas Horror Story Page #3

I wasn't around much

last Christmas, I know.

This year we're having fun, right?

Slow down, Will.

Looks like someone's

worked up an appetite.

That's his second serving.

It must be good.

It's making me hungry, let's eat.

You're eating too fast,

you're gonna get a tummy ache.

Hey.

Will, you hear your mother

talking to you?

All right, I think that's enough.

- Damn it! What the f***?

- Scott, no!

I'll handle it.

Yeah, you handle it.

What's wrong with that kid?

Why'd you do that?

Answer me!

Go to your room right now!

Christmas, the most

magical time of year,

but in Bailey Downs this Christmas...

it's different.

It's gotta be. It's true,

my friends, and you know it is.

So before I put another jingle

in your stocking,

I want you to think about

the little ones in your life

and give a thought to the little ones

who aren't with us anymore.

Yeah, this next one's for them.

For Jenna.

And Connor.

From Saint Joseph's Academy

taken from us last year cruelly.

I know they're listening.

Somewhere out there.

Martha, thank God!

What's going on?

It's the elves, I fear

they may all become infected.

Infected? What do you mean?

- Others are sick?

- It's worse than that.

- What happened?

- Shiny's body is gone.

He was laid to rest, but now...

it may already be too late.

But this doesn't make any sense.

Elves becoming the walking dead?

No, it does not make any sense.

Unless he is behind it.

Stand back, Martha!

You need to hide!

Open up, you fat f***ing piece of sh*t!

Here's Shiny!

- Shiny risen from the dead!

- What?

- Quick, go, hide!

- Where's my f***ing cookie?

Stay back, Jingles!

Yeah. Yeah, I got you, you cocksucker!

Motherf***er, oh, sh*t!

- I didn't find any windows without bars.

- Same here.

Guys, I can't be here,

I'm supposed to be at the mall helping

with the food drive or mom's gonna kill me.

We've all got places to be,

it's Christmas Eve, bro.

There's gotta be

another way out of here.

Oh, God.

A little jumpy, Dylan?

This is a nativity scene.

The school didn't put it up this year.

You can't openly display

a nativity scene anymore.

It's the war on Christmas.

Damn it, more bars.

F***, it's freezing down here.

I can hear it.

Damn thing is on.

It won't...

heat up.

Look, if we just sit around and wait it out,

I'm sure that somebody is gonna notice.

Only Caprice knows we're down here

and she's out of town.

The school's not gonna reopen

for another week and a half.

Look... if there was ever a time

to notice three missing kids,

tonight would be it, right?

We always open one gift.

Every Christmas Eve.

We eat pizza with champagne.

Watch The Sound of Music.

Before we go to bed...

we each open one gift.

Not this year.

Hell of a Christmas?

Hey.

It's not pizza and champagne, but...

- Merry Christmas.

- Thanks, Dylan.

I didn't realize how starving I am.

Yeah.

What if he comes back?

Who?

The guy who killed Jenna and Connor,

what if he comes back tonight?

I mean, we're trapped down here.

- And there's a psychopath on the loose.

- Psycho's already here.

Principal Harod. I'm sure he locked

the door on us, who else could it be?

I get that he's creepy, okay?

But that doesn't mean he's a killer.

Then what's he doing here?

On Christmas Eve?

What makes matters worse, I gotta piss.

I'm sure Joe won't mind...

if I borrow this.

What is this place?

Caprice will know something's up

when Dylan doesn't call her tonight.

What is that f***ing smell?

Do you hear that?

What is it?

What is it?

I don't know.

It stopped.

Molly, Molly, come on!

What's going on?

I don't know. I don't know.

She started freaking and twitching!

Molly!

Will! Get out!

Hey.

Hey.

- How's your hand?

- I'll live.

Have you noticed Will

hasn't had to use his inhaler?

Really? That's a good thing, right?

Yeah.

Something seems wrong.

- Maybe we should take him to the doctor?

- The doctor? On Christmas Eve?

Maybe we should just keep an eye on him.

Come here.

You know...

they say you're allowed to open

one gift before Christmas.

Scott...

Not right now.

All right, I just figured,

you know, it's...

- it's been awhile.

- What's going on?

What's going on with me?

What are you saying?

I mean with Will.

The way he's been acting.

Yeah, sure, whatever.

You know what, forget it.

No, wait.

Yes!

"Dangerous" Dan!

Let's listen to this Christmas classic.

We should have stayed on the road.

Didn't exactly wear my "trudging

through the woods" boots.

Look, this will help us shave

a half hour off our walk back to Etta's,

plus I gave you all the option

of staying in the car.

Yeah, where mom and I would be easy prey

for drunk hillbilly rapists, no thanks, Dad.

- We should make weapons.

- What?

In case whatever dad nearly hit

comes and hunts us. The sun has set,

it is officially Krampusnacht,

the night of Krampus.

Son, that Krampus

is a load of old German bull...

Dad!

Oh, my God, what happened?

Oh, my God, you're bleeding!

- Am I shot?

- I don't know!

Oh, my God. Duncan, get back here!

Duncan!

I got it!

- Oh, my God! Duncan!

- Oh, my God, Duncan!

Duncan!

- Duncan!

- Duncan!

Duncan, where are you?

- Duncan!

- Answer me!

Duncan?

Duncan?

Duncan?

- Oh, my God!

- Where is he?

I don't know. I don't know.

- We need the police.

- Mom, there's no service out here.

- What is that?

- Come on.

Run!

We have to run.

Duncan?

Sparkles!

Sparkles!

I'm gonna eat your f***ing brains out,

you Christmas c*nt.

F*** you!

I'll break that f***ing staff

in your rosy-cheeked ass, you f***er!

I'm sorry, Shiny.

I know it isn't your fault.

You don't have

the Christmas balls, you...

Bailey Downs, it's getting close there

and we're counting down to Christmas

and "Dangerous" Dan

is pulling his annual double shift

to stay with you until the end.

What?

What, we're... Okay,

well we're gonna check in

with good ol' Stormin' Norman

down at the charity food drive.

Hey, Norman! Normey, you're a little...

little scratchy there, buddy.

What, I did press the button, Susan.

Why don't you press your own button?

Sorry, folks, looks like we got some of

those winter weather technical difficulties,

too many reindeer in the atmosphere.

That's my bet, so let's...

throw another eggnog on the fire.

No, wait a minute, let's...

let's throw another log on the fire

and pour yourself another eggnog.

You know, get some good Christmas vibes.

Out to Susan who is seriously

harshing my buzz right now.

And listen to this holly jolly classic.

Little sh*t.

Will.

Will!

Will, where are you?

- What is it?

- Where is he?

Where is he? Will?

- There you are.

- Baby, don't... don't!

Did you open those presents? Did you?

- Say something!

- Scott!

- You think this is a game?

- What are you doing?

Say something. Look at him,

think it's all one big f***ing joke!

- Scott!

- You think this is funny?

- No!

- Move!

No! No! No! Don't! Stop!

I knew this would happen!

You refused to see a doctor,

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