Daniel had lost his mother a month ago. It was Christmas eve now. He had wanted nothing more than to see his dead Mother. It was nighttime so he wished. "Dear Santa, can I see my mom again?". He went to bed that night.
He woke up that morning, joyfully. He walked down the stairs and saw a very large box, but a very foul odor came from it.
Out of curiosity he opened it first. One look inside had him screaming. His mother's rotting corpse sat in the box. Skin rotting and eyes sewn shut. He took another look. His father stood behind him, smiling. "tell anybody and you'll end up like your mother."
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Christmas stories gone wrong.
HorrorThese stories will be short, and sometimes unsettling. Short horror scenes will be listed. I will not be responsible for any nightmares or phobias. I will attempt to put warnings in the beginning of the stories. I can be known as anna to anyone who...
