Forsaken Skies

After only a few minutes of lying down, from downstairs I hear my radio turn on. It begins playing "The Christmas Song."

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire."
"Jack frost nipping at your nose."

I jerk up, looking towards my door. The radio is run by batteries so now electricity isn't the culprit here. It's something else. Someone. Else.

"Yuletide carols being sung by a choir."

Slowly, I get up, opening my bedroom door. Someone can't be in my house...Everything is locked. Maybe somebody broke in earlier when I got home from shopping but that's almost impossible, I re-locked it as soon as I entered the house.

"And folks dressed up like Eskimos..."
"Everybody knows."

Once reaching the bottom of the staircase, I look into the large doorway of the living room next to my kitchen. A man...So I think, is in there, poking at the lights on my tree, holding my radio. I look it up and down.

This is no man. No, no this is no man at all."

Gene, a twenty-six year old woman usually spends Christmas alone with her Hallmark movies. This Christmas will be different. Her best friend of twenty years despises anything to even do with the holidays but can't help but let Gene into his humble abode after what she encounters one Winter night.

⚠️ WARNING⚠️ THIS STORY IS STILL UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION!!! Thank you for your patience!

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