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Christmas

Month: December 2019

(the danziger kids {pistol & crash} will not exist because it's something that i didn't want to write.)

WARNING IT MIGHT BE GRAPHIC FOR SOME PEOPLE SO BE WARN!

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Christmas was the time of the year. With everyone getting ready to celebrate unless you don't. But it's supposed to be the time that everyone will have a little spirit.

But not this year.

This is the story of the deaths of me and my friends by a Christmas murderer.

It started out as a normal Christmas, I invited Cody and his Fiancé, and Zach.

Lindsay and I were setting up Christmas decorations before everyone was supposed to arrive. But to our surprise, the doorbell rang.

Looking upon who was at the door through the peephole, it was an old man. It wasn't anyone I knew, and I don't believe Lindsay invited anyone.

"Lindsay," I called from the front of the house.

"Yeah?" she answered back.

"Did you invite anyone?" I questioned.

"No? Why'd you ask?" she questioned, moving to meet me near the door.

"Because there's someone there and I didn't know if you invited someone," I explained.

"Ohhh," she said.

"You going to look?" I probed.

"Yep," she announced, moving me out of the way so she could see.

As if it was a horror movie, she moved back and gasped.

"What's wrong?" I quickly asked.

"He has this unnatural grin!" she cried out.

"What?"

"Look!" she spoke, pushing me forward.

I looked through the peephole, and she was right, his smile was as if he has a slit mouth, it was unsettling, to say the least.

"What are we going to do?" I asked her, backing away from the door.

"I don't know?" she told.

"Call the police? Wait for the rest of the band to arrive?" I asked, giving options out in the air.

"Would this be even an emergency?" she admitted with a question.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure it would be," I affirmed.

"I'll grab the phone," she dashed to the living room table.

"Hurry," I rushed her.

"I am!" she snapped.

"This is 911, what's your emergency?" The operator said.

"Yes, hello!" Lindsay breathed before continuing, "There's someone at our house and they don't look well."

"What's your address?" The operator asks.

"[Insert an address in a state they live in]," Lindsay told her.

"Alright, what's your name?" The operator asks once more.

"It's Lindsay Demeola,"

"Can you spell that,"

"Sure," Lindsay began, "It's L-I-N-D-S-A-Y  D-E-M-E-O-L-A,"

"Thank you," Operator thanked, "A cop car will be there shortly, I'm going to keep you on the line, okay?"