Christmasghosts Stories

The stupid jingle kept playing and I groaned, sitting up. I saw my room, no form of music playing. That was weird. "Seriousl-" "BOO!" "OH FUCK!" I yelled. "Enjoying your sleep?" the girl mused. I threw a pillow at her but it flew right through her. "Ronnie? What the hell? How are you-" She rolled her eyes. "I'm here to teach you a lesson asshole." I was seriously freaked out. "Is this some kind of prank?" She smirked. "Just shut up. Put on a shirt and get ready to deck the halls. We're going on an adventure."

Harriet. A struggling writer. Christmas Eve. An invitation on her welcome mat. From dead writers of the ages. Well, that's not sinister at all. Right? All rights reserved.