~Story Begins:~

Detective 1: So, can you please tell us what happened that night in 1976. Since your all grown up and can remember everything that's happened that tragic night.

A Man's POV:
I was probably only about six years old when this all happened to me and my family. Witnessing a gruesome bloody death. Seeing everyone who I loved die.

It was a cold snowy Christmas night when it all occurred in 1976:

(Flashback starts)
I was sitting in the back seat of the car with my two older siblings. My oldest brother was 14 years and my older sister who was 13 years old.

My parents were in the front of the car talking about things I didn't really understand. Once we arrived at my aunts house we parked in the long driveway. The snow was piling up and a threat of a blizzard approaching as well. We quickly picked up the gifts from the trunk and made our way to our aunts house.

We rang the door bell and our Aunt greeted us with hugs and took the few gifts from our hands. We took off our hats, coats and boots. My Aunt told us to make our way to the dining table after we hung up our coats. We all sat down at the big round table to eat the big festive meal that she cooked. My three cousins came running into the dining room and sat down with us. My cousins were all male. The oldest son was 18 years old, the middle child was 15 years old, and the youngest was 12 years old.

Izzy ,my sister, sat down and was about to dig into the meal when our mom slapped her hand away.

(Okay guys or girls I don't know what you guys do on Christmas Day at the table but in movies or something they held hands and prayed???? I don't know.. I don't celebrate Christmas... so sorry if I got this whole dinner scene wrong...)

Izzy grumbled about how hungry she was. But my older brother wasn't looking at food. No he was looking at the wine bottles in the corner. I didn't know why he was looking at the bottles.

My uncle and aunt had came into the dining room and sat down with us. We all held each other's hands and prayed something.

(Honestly what do you people do at the table during Christmas??? Someone who is reading this... can you please answer my question...)

We all piled up our plates with the delicious food and begin eating. Everything was totally normal so far.

As we finished eating our dinner, our aunt got up from her chair and said something about dessert. She came back into the dining table with a tray full of pudding bowls and chocolate frosted brownies. Izzy immediately ate the dessert with my three cousins. We all enjoyed the meal as if it was our last full meal that day.

We all entered the living room to open up our gifts. Our Aunt put on some classic Christmas music to make it more festive. I had gotten a toy car from my uncle, a sweater from my aunt, books from my mom, and legos from my dad. My siblings got books, sweaters, socks, and a CD disk.

It was all normal until the lights went out. I could hear a few screams from a few people. I was frightened myself. We thought it was the snow storm outside that had cut out the lights. Until we then heard jingles and loud heavy footsteps from the roof. The whole house shook for a few seconds.

We all stood still in fear for a minute but then we heard another thud but this time from the chimney. Then a few more jingles. Finally we felt someone dropping down from the fireplace and another presence was in the room with us. And it was not a welcoming presence.

Everyone stood still for a few seconds not knowing what to do. When all of a sudden the lights flickered back on and the sight in front of us was horrifying. We didn't know what it was. It looked like an old man with a very dirty beard. You couldn't tell if the beard was originally white or not. The clothes the person wore had a horrible smell. It was like the person hadn't taken a shower in centuries. But then the person let out a laugh, a dark rumbling laugh. My sister and Aunt automatically started screaming and crying.

My mom held on to me and my two siblings. Hiding behind my father. The person came up to us and said in a rough low voice, "What a wonderful jolly Christmas! What a happy family we have here! It makes me sick to see you guys smile, when your all not innocent!"

He then pointed a bony finger at me. "Except for that little boy there. He's so innocent, he hasn't seen the whole dam spoiled world yet! He hasn't seen the cruel populated world!" We all stood quiet in shock, not knowing what to do or say. He just let out a laugh again.

He walked to my uncle and said, "You have been very naughty this whole year. It's sickening to see you live when others suffer around you! The things you do to your women in your business company. It's horrifying to watch." My uncle immediately paled and my aunt looked at my uncle with a questioning look. She was about to say something when he continued speaking.

He then turned his attention to my Aunt and said, "Your not innocent at all either. Sleeping with different types of men. Tsk! Such a shame to your children."

But he didn't allow us to process any of this because he then continued speaking, "And your children aren't innocent at all either. Your oldest son doing drugs, your second son getting into fights with the little kids, and your youngest son making fun of old disabled people."

They all stood quiet and had a pale look on their faces.He came closer to our uncle who started to back away from him. We all didn't know how he could have gotten this information. It seemed so unreal. So, fake and unnatural. Like this was something from a horror movie.

He grabbed my uncle by the arm and started to forcefully drag him away to another room. My Uncle screamed and punched but the old guy didn't budge at all. Everything was going great until this man crashed our Christmas party.

We heard them go upstairs until we heard another person come down the chimney. He looked exactly like the other man but with more muscles. He quickly grabbed our three cousins arms who then screamed and cried for him to let them go. Another man dropped down from the chimney right after him but he was a lot taller then the other two. This man didn't grab anyone, he just stayed by the fireplace and watched us creepily.

We heard the bathroom water running and then multiple screams erupt around the house.

(This scene is the uncle and the cousins getting killed)

Uncle: He was dragged all the way to the attic. There the old man tied him up to the wooden boards on the roof. He then tied a rope around his neck and attached it to the wooden boards above him. In one pull he strung up the Uncle. The once breathing man hanged there lifeless and limp. The old man stood back and was proud for what he did. The Uncle deserved this for what he did to the other women.

Cousins: The oldest was tied down to the toilet seat. While the others were tied up in the bath tub. The oldest was overdosed with heroine for doing drugs. The second was drowned in the tub along with his younger brother.

(Back to the living room)

We stayed there in the living room for what felt like years but must have been only a hour. The old man just whistled a random Christmas tune and flipped his axe around. My whole family stood there shaking from fear. The two old men finally came back with grins on their faces. One of the men's clothes had been wet.

The first old man came back whistling and said cheerfully, "Well 4 sinners are gone and the world doesn't seem clean yet." He looked at us and continued speaking, "Your poor little boy here isn't a sinner at all. It's you people who are filth. Your father here didn't bother to help a starving cold family. Your mother here ran over a little kid and didn't bother to help him, your brother here does drugs as well and your sister here calls innocent girls, who haven't even kissed a man yet, a harlot. (A harlot is a slut) Now that isn't fair to them at all." They all stood there shaking in fear. Not knowing what to do. My brother immediately ran out of the house and into the blizzard. My family wasn't on the nice list at all. One of the men grabbed our Aunt and dragged her roughly downstairs.

(Aunt and the basement)

Aunt: She was taken to basement of the house and to the spare guest bedroom. There she was tied to the bed. The old man then brutally slashed at her body with his knife. Leaving harsh bloody marks all over her body. Her screams echoed throughout the house. The walls once a happy light blue color turned to a dark grieving red color.

(The brother and the car scene)

Brother: He ran out the front door to the car and saw that the tires were slashed. He pulled at the car handle and saw it was shockingly unlocked. He quickly hid in the backseat of the car. Shutting the car door immediately. The sound of jingle bells and heavy foot steps were heard nearing the car. In fear he hid underneath the blanket that was laying on the car floor. Then there was complete silence. Staying quiet for who knows how long. Then as he got up from his hiding spot slowly he turned around to check the windows and let out a scream. There in front of the window was a tall bearded guy. His faced covered in blood and filth. He smiled at him and smashed his hands through the window. The boys screams were heard throughout the neighborhood as he was pulled out of the window. Leaving bloody scratch marks all over his body. The old man threw him against the snow and picked up his axe from the ground. He laughed and quietly said, "I was gonna kill you gently and peaceful but since you ran it's gonna be bloody." The old man then painted the white pure snow to a dark bloody red with the boys blood.

(Mom and dad, kitchen scene)

Mother and Father: The second old guy brought her and the husband to the kitchen. He smiled and said happily to the father, "Since you didn't bother to help a family who was hungry, and you ate a meal a full meal in front of them, you don't deserve to eat all anymore." He then grabbed a knife from the sink and slashed him at his stomach. The father held his stomach but he was only holding his organs and other stomach parts. He gurgled up blood and fell to the floor. The mother let out a scream as she watched her husband fall to the floor. The old man walked to her and saw a blender in the corner. He smiled and whispered to her, "When you hit that poor little boy he was laying on the floor in his own blood. Poor little boy. You could have saved him but you refused to help him. You've probably been the naughtiest out of all these sinners probably." He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the blender. She screamed, cried and begged for him not to kill her. He started the blender and she started crying even harder. He then pushed her face into the spinning sharp blades. The last thing they heard from her was her ghostly screams that would haunt the poor boys dreams. After her face was put into the blender blood was spewed everywhere. Bits of her bones, skins and brains were spewing out as well.

(Living room)

They dragged my older sister to the fireplace and they started a fire. They all stood there holding her down. Then they picked her up and threw her into the hot flames. The last thing she did was cry, scream and beg to not be killed.

After a half a hour had passed she was nothing but ashes. Nothing was left of our family. Our perfect family. My brother was butchered up, my sister was burnt to ashes, my mom was blended into mush, my dad's organs was spewed out, my uncle was hung, my aunt was bleeding out on the guest bed, my two cousins were drowned in the bathtub and my other cousin was overdosed. Everyone I had loved died and nobody lived. Except for me because I was nice and they were naughty. They did bad things. And I was apparently nice.

(Flashback ends)

I was sitting in down in a cold metal chair. That Christmas wasn't a happy White Christmas at all. As I was waiting for the detectives to say something I heard a faint song playing in the background, "You better stay nice or hide real well. Better not move cause Santa will tell. Santa Clause is coming to town." I looked around but then something outside catch my attention. It was the three identical old men. They smiled at me and waved. In their hands they held a radio box. Am I hallucinating? Did they come back to kill me? Is this all a nightmare? Tears were streaming down my face as I realized that this may be my last day alive.

It wasn't a white jolly Christmas anymore for me.... it's a red grieving Christmas. And nothing could take back what I saw in that once happy filled home.

~End of story~

As I finished up the story I saw how scared my daughter was. I smiled and said, "The End. Don't worry this is just a story... nothing like this is gonna happen to us tomorrow night."

I smiled at her and tucked her into bed. I turned around to leave and I gently closed her bedroom door. As I walked down the hall I mumbled to myself, "At least I hope our Christmas will be white and not red. I hope it won't be like my family's Christmas." I hope that I'm on the nice list this year.

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Okay .... this is a horror story for Christmas. Hope you enjoyed it. I think you guys are probably questioning if I'm normal or not. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Peace ✌🏻 DeadWolfs

Djslap11 and Ixxzzzzy okay DJ helped me with the mini song towards the end. And Izzy I added your character recommendation. Hope you enjoyed the book....