Bloody Christmas: A Christmas slasher novel

Prologue:

New York,

Christmas Eve,

1972

The sounds of Christmas carolers disturbed the night.

      Snow covered the cold roads, as the green colored fir trees swayed in the late evening breeze that came from the North.

      Malcolm Spires, 32, was feeling crazy.

      He knew it in his blood.

      And, as he was dressed in a Santa's suit, he felt normal.

       He had short, black hair, brown eyes, and tall.

      He put on the black colored Santa boots, black colored belt, and yelled:

       "HO! HO! HO!".

         And, as he strode forth towards The James's house, he picked up a large butcher knife that he'd had stolen from his parents' house.

          And he gripped it in his right hand, and smiled, as he whistled as he went to work committing his favorite pastime: murder.

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Cassandra James, 12, was watching President Richard M. Nixon give a Christmas speech on TV. In was a feeling of emptiness that filled her dead heart.

        Politics was now a fixture on the TV...And the Vietnam War was daily on TV as well. And America was in the grip of change.

          Cassandra had long, black hair, brown eyes, and petite.

          She wore a blue colored T-shirt, black colored bra, blue skirt, brown socks, and brown shoes. On her right hand was a silver colored watch on her right hand.

           On her front door was a green and red colored wreath that was full of jingling bells. On her wall was a picture of Anthony Perkins in 'Psycho'...

             ....In the middle of the room was her bed.

            To her left was a yellow colored lamp; to her right was a open window. To the far part of the room was a brown colored closet where her clothes and shoes were stored.

            By 8:00 PM, she heard her Mom and Dad laughing and getting drunk in the huge loungeroom. They were always drunk.

            "MOM! DAD! CUT IT OUT!", Cassandra yelled.

            "We're foolin' around and gettin' drunk", Mom said.

             "And gettin' high", Dad said.

               "Well, what kind of example are you setting", Cassandra told them.

                "No example", they both said.

                 "Then why was I born?", asked Cassandra.

                 "Because we wanted to be free", Mom said.

                   "If I become a Mom I don't  want be free; I want to be responsible", Cassandra informed them. She opened the bedroom door, walked downstairs, and opened the fridge.

                  She then heard a noise.

                   "Someone's outside!". Cassandra yelled.

                     "Get the gun!", yelled Dad, "I'm busy gettin' laid".

                      "Go to your bedroom...Not in the loungeroom...EWWW!", said Cassandra.

                      And Cassandra reached for the rifle that was on the wall along with the other guns. She grabbed one that she could hold in her small, right hand, then looked outside.

                     And then she saw some guy dressed in a Santa Claus suit.

                     "It's Santa Claus!", yelled Cassandra, "...And he's early",

                      "Where's the reindeer and sleigh?", Mom asked, laughing.

                        "Nah, he's got something else...", answered Cassandra.

                         "Like...?", enquired Dad.

                        "Like...", Cassandra stared at Santa Claus, who was holding a large butcher knife...The same butcher knife Norman Bates used on Marion Crane in the horror movie that scared her two years' before on TV.

                     And then the Santa Claus burst into the house.

                    And Cassandra screamed, as the killer slashed her T-shirt.

                    "AHHHHHHHH!", yelled Cassandra, as Santa Claus raped her.

                    "No breasts!", Santa Claus said.

                     Then he hit Cassandra in the mouth.

                      Blood splattered her split lip.

                      And her body hurt.

                       And then Santa Claus slit Dad's throat.

                        And then raped Mom.

                         And stabbed her in the chest.

                          And, once he thought everyone was dead, he smiled.

                          "HO! HO! HO! BLOODY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!", he yelled, and he then fled the house via the back door...

                          ...And disappeared along the road, to pray on more victims.

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