"The Santa Claus"
Santa was in my room, that's for sure. As I woke up, a man wearing a red suit and carrying a large bag was sitting on the chair at my desk.
"I can't do this anymore..." said the man, mostly for himself. "This was my last time... Hello little boy!" carried on Santa, turning his face to me.
I was frightened. Shivering all through my body I tried to scream for my parents. Though I didn't like them at all, I still managed to shout "Mom? Dad?".
"No, don't be like Tommy..." Santa replied. I was petrified. I had heard of Tommy, the boy a few blocks away who was abused by his parents. He also told the police Santa had visited him that terrible night.
"I hope at least you will appreciate my gift...". Then Santa lifted a gun to his head, and a large gunshot filled my room. As his blood began to cover my floor, two heads came rollling out of his bag...
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Stories Of Horror
HororNot my stories- off the Internet, mainly off CreepyPasta. Yes, some stories I do edit to make more my own but I do not take full credit for them. Some stories are entirely my own but I'm to lazy to state which ones so whatevs. NOTE: SENSITIVE MATERI...
