Late At Night

Krampus On Christmas

A friend and I got bored and wrote a Christmas based horror.

The bed was as soft as my wife's skin. The covers danced as we made love. I rocked slowly on top of her. Back and forth. Back and forth. Motivated by her sighs and moans.

     "Calm down or you'll wake John!" I said, out of breath and sweating.

     "He's only three," she said, "they'll sleep through anything." She was right. Tonight, however, they would sleep especially well, for it was Christmas Eve. Santa doesn't deliver to children who await him til the morning...

      I started going heavier with longer, deeper thrusts. Her moans became louder and louder until finally, she came onto my dick. It was so moist I couldn't resist cumming with her in unison. Soon after, my thrusts become slightly slower and my wife calms down after climax. She signals we're done with her hand gently pushing on my chest. I roll off of her, and she rises out of bed headed towards the bathroom to clean herself up. I was content.

     I lay there with my hands under my head listening to the sounds of the house settling.  The wind blowing gently outside, my son snoring in the adjacent room. Then, something grabs my attention. Jingling. A loud jingling noise... I guess my wife didn't hear a thing because, with her inquiring mind, she would have beat me to the scene to check it out. I tell myself it is nothing but an open window, maybe blowing air onto the Christmas tree nearby. But, I don't remember leaving a window open....

     I sit up in the bed, the haze of sex completely gone. I grab my pajama pants and slip them on, then headed downstairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I see nothing out of the ordinary. The living room is illuminated by the shine of the lights on the Christmas tree. The harder I look, the more stupid I make myself feel. Then, to my right is a cool breeze that brushes past me, making my body shiver. I look to see that the window was open. I did not leave it like that. I walk to the window seal and inspect it.

     'What the hell?' I think to myself. There were scratches on the sill of it; it looked as though a large raccoon opened the window. For a minute I just stood there, examining this odd predicament. Finally, I put aside my fear and curiosity and shut the window, then lock it. I ran upstairs to my bedroom, only to find my wife in bed sound asleep. I figured it was best to let her sleep rather than wake and bother her with the fact that there's some animal in the house.

    I search under the bed trying to find the 12-gauge shotgun I keep hidden. It was dark so my hand fumbled around before finding the butt of the gun. I pulled it out, trying to be quiet. The gun itself was anything but quiet. I just hoped I didn't have to use it and wake my family.

     With the weapon in my hands, I rise up off the floor and decide to go check on my son in the room across from ours. His door creaked softly as I pushed it open. I pushed my head through the opening. What I saw I did not like at all.

     A tall shadow stood beside his bed. The figure was hunched over, his head hovering above my child's blankets. On its back was a brown sack with stitches running down the side. I couldn't breathe; something had reached down my throat and pulled out all the air I had in me. It's horns were twisted and sharp. It's fur matted with fresh blood. It was taller than me. What made it even worse was that it was hunched over. I got caught up in the moment and stepped back onto a loose floor board, alerting the creature or my presence

It's neck violently jerked and it looked dead at me. It had a crooked smile on its face that almost made me faint right there. The teeth inside its mouth were in rows and all of them were jagged, pointy, and stained red. It's eyes were white. No pupils whatsoever. Just a bright, colorless white that was targeted directly at me. It stood fully erect, and it was at that point I saw its true glory.

     It stepped forward and closed half the distance between us with a single stride. I tried to aim the gun but he was to quick. He slapped me down out of the room. I came crashing into the wall. With a low demonic growl he picked me up and kicked me down the steps with his hoofed foot. The shotgun landed on the couch; I landed at the base of the steps gasping for air. He broke at least 3 ribs. Disoriented and confused I tried to stand, but I was only able to lean up on one arm. At the top of the stairs was the beast. I witnessed him going into my room, and I knew he was out for blood. My wife screamed. Then, nothing. My heart stopped for at least ten seconds and for that ephemeral amount of time, I couldn't feel anything. I got my sense back when I heard my son crying in his room. The shriek from his mother must have woken him.

    Still in a daze I stumbled up the steps. I looked into my room and there before my eyes was the beast. It was on top of my wife. It's horns pushed into her chest. It's head was swinging, making the lifeless body of my wife flail around. I returned to johns room and picked him up. "Be quite son. Please." I cooed to make him calm down. I ran out of the room with my son in my hands, down the steps and out the front door. I looked behind me only to realize I had been followed the entire time. The beast growled in a low, deep voice. He uttered the word "Snack!" just before it grabbed me. He put my son into the sack on his back and leaped to the roof. Then, he was gone.

     I felt blood trickling down my back. As I looked into the moonlight sky, the silhouette of the beast jumped out of sight, carrying my baby boy in his hand. I couldn't  help but cry, and as a tear falls down my cheek, the rest of my world goes black.