I Live At The North Pole

October 01, 2019

I've decided to keep an online journal and start recording my experiences. To start, my name is Nick and I work as the assistant of Krampus. That's right, the Christmas Demon himself. I could tell you all about various horrors I've seen working under him and I will eventually but for now I'll start with how I came to work for him. To begin I lived in foster homes for the first twelve years of my life. 

My parents were killed in a car accident when I was a baby and with no grandparents or siblings on either side, that's where I ended up. I've been to caves full a bloodthirsty Yetis knawing on the bones of helpless elves and I still considered most of the foster homes I lived in to be worse. I say most because there were a few good ones with decent people running them. As fate would have it, though I was never at those kinds of foster homes for very long. I usually ended up at the ones with neglectful assholes and screaming brats running around.

I dealt with them by trying to keep to myself. Thing is, they didn't understand boundaries and quite a few times I've had to beat a few of them down. This, of course, got me transferred. One thing that helped me cope besides readings and video games were the holidays. I'm one of those people who celebrate them early. 

Starting in September I'll do things that are horror related up until the end of October. That means I tend to enjoy my job so long as people I like aren't in danger anyway. From November up until early January, I do things that are Christmas related which gives another edge to my job. Anyway, listening to scary stories, watching scary movies, and listening to Christmas music helped me not to beat the living hell out of the other foster kids and probably kept me from going too far and ending up in juvenile but one night when I was eleven he showed up.

It was night in early December. I was sleeping alone in one of the rooms. The reason being I beat up one of the kids for spitting on me. Then the little shit made my foster parents at the time believe that I punched him unprovoked. Thankfully, the idiots hadn't known me long enough to realize that what they did was more of a reward than a punishment. I was up late listening to Christmas music on an old mp3 player that I got from one of the good foster homes when I felt a strangely cold breeze coming through the open window. 

I thought about closing it. However, I wanted to leave it open to waste the heat just to spite them. I know that doesn't sound smart but honestly, I prefer cold over heat anyway. Although fall weather tends to be best. Anyhow, I was just going to wrap myself in my sheets. That is until I heard the distinct rattling of chains. At that point, I actually bothered to glance in the direction of the window.

I saw a hand with long black nails grasping the apron. This was followed by another. Then his horns as he poked his head inside the room and slid inside. He stood up, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling due to being so tall and looked right at me. I had two thoughts, staring into his amber eyes. 

The first was that I was dreaming but this theory was quickly disproven when I pinched myself and found that I was indeed awake. The other was that I was hallucinating. It wasn't the first time I had.  I tended to stay up for days in a row which caused me to see things sometimes. On that night, I had been up for four days straight. So naturally, I dismissed him as a hallucination and went back to listening to my music.

Krampus got my attention by snapping his fingers.

"Pretty persistent for a hallucination." I thought, closing my eyes.

I figured getting a good night's sleep would be enough to get rid of Krampus much to his annoyance. He went over to me and shook me awake.

"Wake up you little shit," he hissed at me.