Krampus Page #4

Got to die sometime.

Might as well enjoy it

while we can.

Hey.

Beth's a tough girl.

Takes after her mom.

I'm sure she's fine.

Thank you.

Hey, Tommy. I, um--

I just wanna say thanks

for, uh, you know,

saving my ass back there.

Oh. Well, sure.

No problem.

And I just wanna say

I'm sorry for...

Thinking you're such

a spineless dick

all these years.

Yeah.

- You should get

some sleep, pal.

- How?

Mm, good point.

Hey, dad.

Are we gonna die?

Hey. No, no.

No.

Omi's been acting different.

Ever since the storm.

Yeah, well, you know--

she always gets

a little weird

around Christmas.

How come?

I don't know. She never

wanted to talk about it.

Max, come on.

Time for bed.

It's going to be fine.

All right.

You know, Linda and I,

we butt heads, but...

I can't imagine life

without her.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

One of us should probably

stay up and keep watch.

That's a good idea.

I'll go first.

No. You go ahead and catch

some winks with your family.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

A Shepherd has got

to protect his flock.

Night, Howard.

Good night.

Whoo-hoo!

Ahh!

- Howie!

- Dad! Dad!

Hang on, Howie!

Dad! Dad!

Sarah! Hold on, Sarah!

- Mom!

- Call 911!

- Hold on!

- Max, get

the fire extinguisher!

Pull!

- Help me!

Help me! Help me!

I got you!

- Howie!

- Howie!

- No, no, no!

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Oh, geez.

Honey, are you okay?

Are you hurt? Hon?

What... unholy thing

was that?

Howard. Howard.

It's my fault.

No.

I fell asleep,

and they got our boy.

It's all my fault.

Nein.

- Tom, what's she saying?

"This is all

of our fault.

He's come for us all?"

He? Who--

who's he?

I-i don't know.

Mom, what are you

talking about?

Please, listen.

English. I knew it.

I must tell you something.

To all of you.

It started with the wind.

On a cold winter night,

much like this.

It was almost Christmas.

But this Christmas

was darker,

less cheerful.

But I still

believed in Santa,

in magic,

and miracles

and the hope

that we could find joy again.

But our village had given up

on miracles

and on each other.

They had forgotten

the spirit of Christmas,

the sacrifice of giving.

And my family

was no different.

I tried to help them

to believe again,

but we were no longer

the loving family I remembered.

They too had given up.

And eventually, so did I.

And for the first time,

I didn't wish for a miracle.

I wished for them to go away.

A wish I would come to regret.

And that night,

in the darkness

of a howling blizzard,

I got my wish.

I knew Saint Nicholas

was not coming this year.

Instead it was

a much darker,

more ancient spirit.

The shadow

of Saint Nicholas.

It was krampus.

And as he had

for thousands of years,

krampus came not to reward,

but to punish.

- Not to give, but to take.

He and his helpers.

I could only listen

as they dragged my family

into the underworld,

knowing that I would be next.

But krampus

didn't take me that night.

He left me as a reminder

of what happens

when hope is lost,

when belief is forgotten

and the Christmas spirit dies.

And here I thought

i was the one losing it.

Howard.

What?

You believe

this senile horseshit?

I don't know.

- Evil Santa?

- Jesus h. Almighty.

She'll be yammering

about a rabid easter bunny

come spring.

- Howard, that's enough.

You damn right

it's enough.

Whoever the hell's

messing with us

took my boy and your daughter,

and we're sitting around

listening to some

twisted bedtime story?

Screw that.

I'm getting

Howie back.

Howard!

- Daddy, don't go!

- Tommy, don't!

Don't, Tommy!

Whoa! Whoa!

I'm starting to like you.

I am.

But this is my choice.

Howard, what are you doing?

We've got four other kids

here to protect.

Howard.

Baby, please don't do this.

Listen, we can figure

something else out. Honey.

This is

how I figure things out.

Howard, you don't

wanna do this.

Howard.

Howard.

Howie!

Howie.

No, shut the door!

Inside! Shut it!

Don't open the door.

Dad?

What are we gonna do now?

We keep the fire hot.

But what if you've

been good, like, all year?

And you leave out

milk and cookies

and do everything else right?

"It's not what you do.

It's what you believe.

And what you've given up,

in here."

But can't

we make him go away?

What's she saying?

- I'm not sure.

- She says we're f***ed.

Eh.

How did you--

'cause I'm old enough to know

when life is coming at you

with his pants down.

Hey.

When they took Howie,

what did you see up there?

You believe

that story, right?

Do you?

I don't know

what I believe anymore.

I know

I'm going out there

to find Beth.

I have to.

I don't even care

if I die trying.

I know. Listen.

Let's get Howard and Linda.

I have an idea.

Linda.

Can we talk with you

and Howard for a minute?

Can it wait?

I just wanna get these

rewrapped for the kids.

It's important.

The snowplow?

The keys were

in the ignition,

and it was beat to hell.

But if it runs,

i drive it back here,

then everyone piles

in the car and follows

while I clear a path

in front of us.

And go where?

The mall doubles

as an emergency shelter.

And if it's empty,

we'll try the police station.

And what

if they're gone too?

Then we keep driving

till we see lights or people,

plowed road,

somewhere safe for the kids.

And then

we bring help back here.

For Beth and Howie.

You're not thinking

of going for the plow

by yourself, are you?

Well, a Shepherd's got

to protect his flock.

I can't believe you're afraid

to come up here by yourself.

It's not my fault aunt Dorothy

clogged up the crapper.

Hey, Stevie?

Yeah.

Do you think they took Howie

'cause of the time

he painted the cats?

I don't know, Jordan.

- Do you think he's dead?

- I don't know.

Jordan?

Stevie?

Beth?

Beth, you up there?

Stevie? Jordan?

What are you doing?

Where have you been?

Everyone's freaking out.

Come up here

and I'll show you.

I've been waiting

for you guys.

Hurry.

- Have you told Max yet?

- No. Not yet.

Jordan?

Stevie!

Where are they?

Where did they go?

They were just here.

I think they went

to the bathroom.

- And you just let them go?

- Was there another option?

Jordan! Stevie!

Linda.

Jordan.

- Listen.

Honey, who is that?

Howard, stay here.

Omi.

Hmm?

I think all this

might be my fault.

- Uncle Howard?

- Shh.

Rosie.

Come here, girl.

Useless turd.

All right, wait here.

Jordan?

Stevie?

- Jordan.

- Stevie?

You guys.

What the hell

is this?

Goddamn it.

Shh, shh.

It's okay. I got you.

You're gonna be okay.

Shh.

Hey!

Oh, come on.

Hey!

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Shoot it, tom! Shoot it!

For god's sake, shoot it!

Linda!

We should have gone

to my brother's.

Ya!

Where did it go?

I don't know!

Oh, my god.

- Ow!

- Bear!

- What?

Bear!

- Got to be kidding me!

- Merry Christmas, mother--

- there he is! Charge!

That's a good girl.

Wha-- Stevie? Stevie?

Hey! Give me back my kids,

you... fudger!

Jordan!

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