You lie in bed, your eyes darting anxiously around the darkened room. The wind howls outside, sending shivers down your spine. The moon's feeble light struggles to penetrate the thick fog that blankets the world beyond your window. As you try to calm your racing heart, an unsettling feeling settles over you.
'god fuck- I hate insomnia.' you think to yourself. None of the melatonin or other sleep meds were working and you were getting sick and tired of being awake, expeccially at this hour.
Without warning, a bone-chilling gust of wind blows through your room, extinguishing the candle on your nightstand. The sudden darkness engulfs you, leaving you vulnerable and filled with dread. As the echoes of the wind fade away, a low, menacing growl resonates through the silence. You pull the covers up to your chin, hoping to hide from whatever could have caused that.
But hiding will not save you. Whatever it is, you can feel it coming closer with each passing moment. With every breath, the feeling seeps into the air, suffocating your senses. You know who it is. You know you've been naughty this year.
Slowly, you slip out of bed, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. You approach the door, the air growing colder, chilling you to the bone. With trembling hands, you reach for the doorknob, your heart pounding in your chest. As you open the door, an icy gust of wind nearly knocks you off balance.
In the darkness of the hallway, you glimpse the vague outline of Krampus. His presence is suffocating, his eyes emanating in the dark. You must act swiftly; time is slipping away.
Frantically, you search for something, anything, that could serve as a defense against him. Your eyes fall upon an old wooden chest in the corner of the room. With a surge of desperation, you pry it open, revealing forgotten relics. Among them, you find a small, tarnished silver bell. Its weight brings you a sliver of comfort.
Summoning every ounce of strength, you step into the darkness, clutching the bell tightly. With each step, the silence is broken by the clinking of chains and Krampus' menacing growls growing louder. You can feel his presence drawing nearer, his intention unknown.
As you reach the top of the staircase, you turn and face the darkness that engulfs your home. With a trembling voice, you call out, "Leave me alone! Please, I'm sorry, I don't want to die- I can't die like this!"
A chilling laughter echoes through the halls. You don't know what to do, silver was supposed to scare the beast off! 'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..' you thought to yourself.
You froze in your place as you felt something wrap around your waist and a sharp pain to your head.
Everything goes blank.
...
"ugh.. hello..?" you groan out, blinking your eyes open to see the darkness. You're in a bed, but you're tied up.
'at least I'm comfortable.' you think to yourself.
You gaze upon the room you're trapped in and realize it's the guest room in your basement. A sigh of relief escapes your lips before everything catches up to you.
'oh shit.'
You then look to your right to see two glowing green eyes staring right at you, and you attempt to scream but your mouth is taped shut. Your eyes widen in fear realizing what you've really gotten yourself into.
Krampus chuckles as he turns on the lights, which hurts your eyes. He's smirking at you, standing up tall for once, and he licks his lips.
"Mmm- MMPH!" you try to say something about not wanting to die, but nothing but muffles reach the creatures ears. He laughs to himself a little bit.
