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Scary Christmas by KKC Bauder

Illustration by KKC Bauder

Rockin' around
The Christmas Tree,
Everybody rock.

Walkin' in a winter wonderland,
In the meadow, we can build a snowman. . .
We can name him Charlie Brown
He'll ask us "Are ya married?"
We'll say no man,
But you can do the job while you're in town.

Hark the Herald Angels sing,
Glory to the newborn king.

Silver bells. . .
Silver bells. . .

Quinn repeated these songs twenty times in her head on the way to school. Why wouldn't she? It WAS Christmas, after all. Ah, the Christmas season. Cards, toys, snow, commercials, Christmas break, and most of all. . .the carolers outside everyone's house. Every year there would be a group outside everyone's window singing her favorite song.

We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
And a happy New Year.
Oh give us some petty pudding. . .

Yes, life was good. A few more days and Christmas break would come. She couldn't wait. Quinn looked out the fogged window to see the snow settling on the ground.

* * *

Before Quinn knew it, school was out for the holidays. It was actually Christmas Eve. It was 2:00. Only a few more hours before caroling, then presents in the morning. She waited impatiently and anxiously. To make the time go faster, she visited her friend Mary.

"Hey," Mary said as Quinn walked up the driveway. Quinn waved. "Whatcha doing?" Mary asked. Quinn answered, "Coming to see you. Almost Christmas." She looked inside Mary's window. "Why didn't you put your tree up?"

Mary stood silent. Eventually, she spoke.


"You don't like carolers?" Quinn asked with surprise. "I love 'em. What's wrong with carolers?"

"If the carolers see my tree, they'll come and sing."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "That's kinda the point. Carolers come and sing carols." Mary nodded. "Exactly. I don't want them near me," she said, and a flicker of fear glimmered in her eyes. Quinn started back down the driveway.

"Why not? They don't have diseases or anything." Mary frowned. "Something happened to them this year. I saw one of the carolers from last year jogging today. Her eyes were blank. And when I asked her how she was feeling, she said 'They are coming.' So I am taking precautions."

Quinn waved good-bye. Mary was just exaggerating. 'They are coming' probably meant the other carolers were singing tonight. She walked home, checked the clock. Sure enough, she killed an hour. Only four more. . .

She sat and watched T.V. the rest of the day. When it was seven-o-clock, the carolers arrived. Quickly, before they started singing, Quinn rushed to Mary's house. "Mary!" she called. "See? No one but carolers. Nothing else."

Mary opened her window. "I saw another caroler today. He said, 'They are coming. They are in us.' I have no clue what that means! But I don't want to find out!" she yelled back. Quinn quickly solved it. "It was a riddle, Mary. 'They are coming. They are inside of us' means that there are songs inside them. And right now the songs are coming out!"

The singing began. Mary quickly shut the window.

Quinn sprinted back home and had hot chocolate with her parents as the carolers chorused. She was permitted to open one present tonight. Then her favorite song started:

We wish you a merry Christmas. . .

"Presents can wait," Quinn said. "I love this song." Then, the carolers sang. They sang the whole song. And it was beautiful. But then, they ruined it. They blended the words, making it sound like:

We wish you a scary Christmas,
We wish you a scary Christmas.

They were ruining her song! Darn it. She held a candle to the window. Sure enough, their eyes were blank. No wonder, thought Quinn, they stay up all night and sing. Not a bit of sleep.

But as the candle wax burned down, and the candle slowly stopped flickering, she saw their skin. . .drooping. Man, did they look old. They were all wrinkled and their flesh sagged. They looked like they were dying, and were one-hundred-and-seventy!

Then, a small red cut appeared on one man's forehead. It just. . .was there! Nothing had hurt the man. But it looked as if something had cut him from the inside. Suddenly, cuts appeared on all the men and women. On their foreheads, on their cheeks, their stomachs, arms, red slices magically appeared on their bodies. Something was cutting them inside.

And they just kept on singing as something was slicing them from inside. . .

We wish you a scary Christmas. . .

It was grotesque. Cuts came on their eyes and nose and all over them. Quinn could see a black little thing curled up inside all of them. It looked like a man-size gremlin! Then, all the carolers fell as the black things crawled out. They were as tall as her dad. They were pure black with green streaks across their chests. Their limbs were jagged, they had fangs with blue poison dripping from them, and had glowing purple eyes. One pressed his face on the glass, and mouthed words.

You're next.

Then, the glass shattered, and they swarmed in. Her mom and dad burst out the door, dragging her with them. She couldn't keep up. "Go to Mary's house. She's prepared for this!" Her parents did precisely this, and bolted in the door and locked it. Inside, was Mary.

She was sprawled across the floor as one of the gremlins crawled in her mouth. She was unconscious. When the gremlin was fully inside and submerged in her body, she got up.

We wish you a scary Christmas. . .

Cuts appeared all over her. Then, she sank to the floor as the gremlin came after Quinn. It succeeded. It grabbed her back, and she hurried out of the house, screaming. Her five-year-old neighbor Mike ran and stopped when he saw her. "AAH!" he screamed. Then, all was black as it entered her throat via her mouth.

She woke up. Mike was still watching. Suddenly, she felt the urge to sing. She did. "Inside," Mike said, pointing at her. She felt cuts and rips all over her, extreme pain shooting across her stomach. Finally, she did not feel the pain, she was singing too much and ignored it.

Mike ran away. A black thing crawled out of her with her feeling incredible agony. Then she sank, and watched the gremlin run for it's next victim.

The last thing she heard was singing. . .singing. . .

We wish you a scary Christmas. . .

The holiday nightmare has not ended, until the singing stops.

The End

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Gage About the Author: Gage

Gage is a talented 15-year-old author from Florida who began writing for Phoophie Tales at the age of 12. In his free time, he enjoys acting, video games, reading and writing stories. What inspires Gage is reading other great horror stories and wanting to make his own to inspire others.

about the illustrator, kkc bauder

About the Artist:

KKC is a second generation artist from Texas. She was raised on abstract expressionism and loves playing with line, color and motion to create free-form paintings that can be interpretated in many different ways. Her work is inspired by Music and Literature. You can visit her art shop at: Cool Unique Original Art | apparel & gifts

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