Short horror stories

Christams night mare

Giselles POV
I woke up this morning with the feeling of joy. Christmas is my favorite day of the year. I just love spending time with the people I love and giving and getting and build snowmen and making snow angels. So this year I felt like it was gonna be the best one yet I always have fun on Christmas because I'm with the ppl I love,my mom and dad and my dog Frankie(I'm an only child) .They always make everything better. I spent all night with them making cookies for Santa Claus and watching movies all snuggled on the couch. This is the best year and if this day goes well it will be even better. I jumped out of my bed hoping to see Frankie in his doggy bed that's at the end of my bed but I didn't "hmm that's strange " I said he's always there waiting for me to wake up. I just shrugged it off he's probably downstairs. I walked to my parents room to wake them up so I can open my gifts already . I opened the door and I didn't see them either..what? Where is everyone going ? Oh well there probably downstairs with Frankie. I went to the bathroom because I should probably brush my teeth before I do any present opening. I turned on the bathroom lights and I saw the worst thing I could have probably seen in my life. There Frankie is hanging from the shower cut open down the middle with his guts spilled and blood dripping. I screamed in horror I ran down the stairs searching for my parents to see if they knew this had happened. I found them downstairs ...dead . Mom is under the tree with her neck cut open with blood spilling out . Dad is hanging from the ceiling fan in the living room. "No No no this cant be no why why why" I fell to the ground crying . I felt something tap me on the shoulder...I turned and I seen Santa Claus but it wasn't really him it was a thing ..not a person ...it had black eyes with pale skin and white beard with blood in it and it had a foamy mouth and it had Santa Clauses suit on. I couldn't move I was to scared to... I had to get out of there though. I tried to think of a plan of ANYTHING I can't think I can't move I don't even know if I'm breathing , we both just stood there looking at each other . Before I could even do anything he grabbed me and held a gun to my temple. He said "Christmas is overrated" and he shot the gun.