Mr. Stitches

Mr.Stitches chapter 7

It’s about time when I was in the 7th grade. I was the kid to still believe in Santa Claus and try to see him every year. But no matter how much I’d wish to see him, I would never catch a glimpse of him.

My friends made fun of me for me believing in Santa existing. Little did they know, what noises I heard from the chimney every christmas eve.

This year, I went, “Now it’s come to this! I’ll stay up and see him for myself!”
I read online that Santa likes Cookies and Milk that people leave for him on the table. They say he eats them and leaves the presents under the christmas tree.

I set it all up. At about 3:00AM in the morning, I went down and set up the Cookies and Milk for him and waited and waited for someone to come down the chimney.

I had an urge to go to the toilet, but I thought if I left the room, I might miss the chance to see him.

After what seemed like eternity, he came down the chimney! It was him! The red attire! The bag of presents! The beard! It really was him. I was as happy as I ever could be. But when I tried to come out and meet him, I couldn’t move. My limbs froze and I started to sweat like crazy!

Then I noticed something odd. Santa was unusually tall… like, way too tall for the Santa I’ve seen in books and movies.

He went back to the chimney and I just sat there, frozen! I screamed! A very small scream and I freed myself of whatever was holding me! I went running towards the chimney, looked up and screamed…

“Santa! Santa Claus! I.. I want to meet you, and talk to you. I’ve been a good boy, can I please shake hands?”
No reply. Then, I heard him come back down. I was so happy! I’d tell all my friends about him!

But what I saw was far different than even my wildest imaginations! A man with no face! Just a mouth! All stitched up! Smiling… like a Maniac!

Before he grabbed me by my leg and pulled me in the chimney, I heard the words…

“Merry Christmas, Jimmy!”