I have a lot of short stories that I would love to compose into a book and hence its creation. Collins' Collection of Creepy is comprised of several creepypastas, mysteries, violence, supernaturals, a whole lot of bloodshed and gore, and a good frig...
Young Alis sat on her bed, singing Christmas carols while looking out the only window that wasn't frosty.
The blizzard didn't look like it would end soon which made her worry. It was twenty minutes till midnight on the 24th and still no sign of Santa. "What if he's caught in this stupid storm?" She asked herself. Her three-year-old brother slept soundly next to her as she watched the natural Christmas trees and break in the wind.
Five minutes passed and she was getting fussy. The cookies that were baked must be cold and the milk too. This bugged her so much that she slipped on her winter can't and fuzzy bunny slippers and set for downstairs. With every walk, the shoes would make a sound, each bunny ear lifting and falling in sync.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves began click-clacking with the and rhythm as hers. Her eyes lit up with glee before confusion washed over her. "That must be in if Santa's reindeers," She thought. "But why is it in the house?"
She shrugged, playing it off that one of them might have lost their way and needed help to get back to Santa. Her steps proceeded down the stairs with a happy tune as she walked into the dark living room. She pulled the jacket closer to her as the temperature dropped to a deathly degree.
In the dark, bright red eyes stared at her, freezing her in place. The sound of hooves against the floor grew louder as the crimson eyes came closer.
"S-santa?" She asked, terrified by how close the creature was coming to her. The click-clacking up another octave....and another....and another until it sounded like a stampede.
Tears ran down her cheeks and her knees began to shake. It was so close that she could feel its warm breath on her neck. The eyes stared directly into her soul. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that it would go away but she soon heard something that still haunts her to this day.
It sounded screechy like old tires coming to a stop, and evil, like a clown in a playhouse for Halloween.
The thing crouched to her height. Breathing down her neck before licking her with its saliva-coated tongue leaving her shirt and ear muffs soaked. It huffed and puffed as she cried then it whispered in her ear. "MeRrY CHrIsTmAs..."
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