Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Christmas Special Creepypasta: Just One Wish




An egnimated figure dropped from the fireplace, his eyes sunken, the lids peeling back.

Matted hair hung from his decimated frame like reeds on a riverbank.

He shuffled slowly to the bedside and surveyed the young boy sleeping in the cot.

"AHHHHH!"

A young girl stood by the door, watching him loom over her younger brother. She fled, sobbing and screaming.

The figure lunged, but its rotten feet gave way, and it lay on the floor, unmoving but very much alive. Yellow plasma leaked from a decaying eye as the boy started to sit up.
Santa looked into the room, his expression morose. The reaper stood beside him, and muttered “I told you so.” A black smog obscured his figure, then Santa was left standing alone by the dying fireplace.

Santa sighed. He took out a list and crossed off the top wish.

I want my daddy back.

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