A Christmas Horror Story Page #4

you said you could handle it!

I... did you not see what he did?

Get out!

Will, you all right?

- Hello?

- Is this the Peters household?

Yes.

Got yourself a nice

Christmas tree, did you?

Who is this?

You don't know me, just consider me

a concerned neighbor.

You were on my land,

took one of my trees,

and I saw your license plate.

What do you want?

Your boy, how is he? Did something

happen to him in the grove?

- Look, I don't know...

- I said...

did something happen to your boy.

He got lost, but we found him later.

No, you didn't. He's still lost.

Now we haven't got much time,

so you're gonna have to do as I say.

Bring the changeling back to the forest

where you lost your son.

Changeling? What the hell is that?

Ma'am... that ain't your son.

- Don't call again.

- Wait, wait!

Molly?

We... were worried about you.

- What is it? You okay?

- Just come.

I have to show you something.

Should I wake Ben?

Where are you going?

Molly?

Okay.

You kidding me?

Molly.

Wait.

You're serious?

Okay.

Molly. Molly, Molly, Molly.

Hey, this isn't gonna happen, Molly,

I have a girlfriend.

I think you're in shock or something.

Will?

Will?

Will, is that you?

I shouldn't have lost my head

like that, I'm sorry.

Dad's just...

been a little stressed lately.

But I'm trying. I'm trying to be better.

Scott?

Hurry!

Hurry!

Get in. In, in.

Pull him here, get him here. Okay.

Okay.

Do you think that you could walk?

We have to find Duncan.

- Yeah, I can go, I can go.

- Dad, no, you can't.

Mom, we have to stay here,

something's still out there.

He is out there by himself.

Mom, what if it really is Krampus?

We have to stay in this church

until sunrise.

- That is insane, let's go.

- Yeah, it is.

Church, church,

we have to confess our sins.

I'm not gonna make it to sunrise,

I've lost too much blood.

We have to get past that thing.

They say it comes for the wicked.

Maybe if we confess in a church,

we can absolve ourselves of our sins.

That is ridiculous.

I stole this.

You what?

From Aunt Etta's.

I don't know why,

I can't really help myself.

But honest, I'm not as bad as those

other kids with the sex and the drugs

and the cutting and...

Mom, I don't do that. I...

I just steal stuff. Stupid stuff.

I'm sorry.

Even if this is that Krampus thing,

none of this is gonna help, okay?

That monster took Duncan

and Duncan was innocent.

No, he wasn't.

I mean, what do you think

happened to all our pets?

I'm going out there myself.

Mom, the day our cat disappeared I found

Duncan in the garage with a garbage bag.

He had blood all over his hands.

- He was smiling.

- No! No!

This is your fault! If you had just spent

more time with him, but all you care about

- is your stupid precious business...

- There is no business.

- What?

- Bioplex has been dead for years.

I just raise money to pay debts

to keep things going.

It's all gonna come crashing down.

Etta was my last hope

and she thinks I'm a swindler.

She's probably right.

I'm so sorry.

We're gonna lose everything.

And I'm going to jail.

- Why would you...

- It was the only way I could keep you.

I mean, come on.

A guy like me with a woman like you?

I wanted to give you nice things.

A nice home, make you happy,

give you the life you deserve.

I just thought that you weren't

interested anymore.

Oh, no.

I did it all for you.

Merry Christmas.

I'm sorry.

Taylor!

- Taylor! Taylor!

- Dad!

Go. Get in, get in!

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

Mom...

There's some...

there's something on my leg.

- What?

- There's something on my leg.

I love you. I love you. Run, go, run!

Right here, you son of a b*tch!

Mom!

What are you doing?

Can you move the light?

What happened? We...

We couldn't wake you up.

Aren't you cold like that?

Where's Dylan?

In the room.

That room?

What's he doing there?

He wanted me to join him, but...

I wanted to stay here with you.

Right.

Molly...

- Are you sure?

- This is what you want, isn't it?

Ben...

What the f***? What the f***?

What the f*** did you do to me?

What did I do to you?

F***.

Who's there?

Dylan, is that you?

Dylan?

Dylan?

Ben, no.

Don't.

I guess you're ready to listen now.

What do I do?

Listen good.

You gotta bring the creature

back to the grove.

But you gotta be careful,

it won't come willingly.

It's tasted human pleasures.

What about Will?

The only way is to bring

the changeling back,

but don't let it sense your intention,

it senses things.

It cannot feel threatened.

I'll be waiting.

Hello?

Hello?

Will.

Do you wanna go for a ride?

Hey, Will.

You wanna put your boots on?

Come on, baby.

You and mommy can go

have some fun outside.

Yeah.

Come on, buddy.

Come on, you little devils!

Come on, you jolly fu...

I got ya! Come here, Santa,

you fat bastard!

You again!

It's complete and utter chaos

down at the mall,

police and emergency cruiser

on the scene. We don't really know...

what's going on, still no word

from Stormin' Norman.

But I'm sure a crusty ol' bird

like Norman will be fine.

We give Norman a hard time around here,

but he's the weatherman, so...

I think he has a Master's Degree from

Colombia or something depressing like that.

But we love him...

so check in as soon as you can, Normey.

In the meantime, it's my job

to keep the Christmas spirit alive

and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Let's give this...

next yuletide tune a spin.

Oh, man.

Hello?

Don't point that thing at me, honey.

Put it down, it's okay.

- I brought it.

- Thanks.

What's the matter with you?

There's so many of them.

It's all right, they're not gonna touch you

as long as I'm here. They're afraid of me.

I know how to herd them, herd them good.

The trolls have been

on our land for generations.

I guess you could say I watch over them.

Thanks for bringing this one back, it would've

sensed me coming from a mile away.

I brought it like you said.

Now where's my son?

I don't know.

What'd you do?

You keep running off and now look what

you've done. Now look what you've done!

- What are you doing, where's my son?

- The little devils never listen.

They never listen no matter

how many times I tell them.

What?

Where is he? I want my son back!

I wish I could help, but I can't,

it's not up to me.

You lied to me! It killed my husband!

Don't hurt it! Put the gun...

No!

My baby boy, please.

My son.

Oh, Will...

Mommy?

Come here!

Is that really you?

Oh, look at you, oh, God, oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

- I got lost.

- Oh, it's okay, baby.

It's okay, it's okay, baby.

It's okay, sweetheart.

It's okay, baby.

Let's go home.

Dylan?

Molly!

Oh, God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Dylan.

No.

Dylan.

Oh, God.

Grace wants me to carry her son.

Who?

That 15 year old girl who tried

to get rid of her baby, this is her room.

Molly, where are you getting this from?

Connor and Jenna wouldn't help her,

but you and I did.

I'm going to have her child.

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