WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT.
So Scary 8- The Return of Satan Claus
It was that time of year. Everyone was celebrating their own Christmas. However, there was some people who would rather enjoy, watching some naked couple, getting the hots for each other. A bunch of 10th graders took turns, looking through the telescope, which Brad Hackney had gotten for Christmas.
But Brad didn't like the fact that his perverted friends were onto their wild thing, even though he had to do it, just for their sake. He never wanted them to participate in this perversity, let alone his parents found out about it. A thin-looking guy who wore glasses, said, "Whoa... Look at them go!"
"Hey, it's my turn," A fat-looking, chubby boy said.
"Just hold on a sec," the nerd said. "My rocket is launching!"
"Huh?" The chubby boy sounded confused. He looked at Brad, who seemed to be bored by all this.
"I think what he means is..." Brad stopped when he saw his younger sister, Chelsea appeared in the attic. "What you guys doing?"
"Um..." Brad said. "We were just looking at the stars. Yeah."
"Hmm... It doesn't look that way."
"Yes, it is." Brad tried to convince her.
"Then why is your telescope pointed down?"
The nerd looked at Brad and said in lips, "Get her out of here."
Brad sighed. "Chelsea, let's go. Why don't we see that favorite cartoon of yours?"
"I hate ponies. They are so boring." She looked at the guys, who were still watching the hot action. "Are you guys looking at something dirty?"
Both the nerd and the chubby stared at her, bewilderingly.
"Okay..." Brad said. "Let's go."
"I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad about this. They won't like it."
"Chelsea..." Brad stopped when the nerd said, "Hey! I see someone."
"Who?" Brad turned around and almost went to check up on his new telescope.
"It's a guy who's wearing a Santa costume."
"Lol!" The chubby said. "It's Santa Claus, you doofus!"
"Wait..." The nerd said. "That's no Santa Claus."
"What are you talking about?" Brad said. Then he looked at Chelsea. "You stay here. Don't move." He came behind his friends and took a good look.
"What the devil?" Brad was confused.
"Yeah..." The nerd said. "There's no doubt about it. Here..." Brad looked through his telescope.
"That's not Santa Claus," Brad said. "That's..."
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"Oh, baby. Give it to me. Oh yeah..."
"Hey!" The guy said, after hearing a sound. "Who's that?"
His girlfriend said, "That's probably some homeless pervert. You know..."
"Oh, Christ!" The guy said, who was putting his clothes back on.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"You said it was some homeless pervert. I don't want some homeless pervert, watching us!"
"Oh, my God."
"What? What is it?" The guy turned around and stared at the Santa figure.
"HEH! HEH! HEH! MERRY CHRISTMAS!" He pulled out an axe from his big sack, and then split his forehead open.
The girl screamed as she went out of her boyfriend's car. She didn't even have time to put her clothes back on. Despite being cold outside, she didn't care.
"The name's Satan Claus!" The red-costumed figure cried out to no one in particular. He was crazy enough to do so. And yet, he would never stop killing. He chased after the naked girl. Satan Claus was back.
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A police officer who went by the name of Robert Miles, was patrolling the streets of Galeville Town. He stopped when he heard some girl screaming... He said, "Who the hell?"
He raised his flashlight, taking a good look at the running figure. It seemed that the girl was approaching towards him.
Dear God... Robert thought. A naked girl running in this time of year? He gulped and thought about what his mother had said. "When there are nudists who were bound to do something funny, they're always up to no good!"
"Hey!" Robert called out after her. "What's wrong?"
"Officer..." the 18-year old girl said. "You gotta help me!"
Robert tried not to stare at her good package.
"He's after me! You gotta help me, officer!"
"Um... Who?"
"Satan Claus!"
"Hold on a sec. Did you just say... Satan Claus?"
"She's right, you know," Satan Claus replied for the officer. He cut the girl's head off, and the blood sprayed all over Robert's face and uniform.
"HEH! HEH! HEH! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
"Damn you," Robert said. He dropped the flashlight, and raised his gun. But he couldn't see, since the girl's blood covered his own face.
"I'm right here!" Satan Claus swung his axe like a golfer would have done at the championship game. The officer spilled his own blood and fell down. Robert Miles was dead.
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The kids couldn't believe it. Not even Brad Hackney himself. His younger sister, Chelsea cried when she heard a woman screamed to death. The nerd and the chubby went back home, since they said that they were too scared to even stay at the attic. They just found out that Satan Claus was back in town.
Brad said, "Chelsea... Don't cry, okay?" But the little girl couldn't stop crying. Even though she hadn't seen the worst moments of Christmas history, she knew what went wrong, and it was all because of the naked girl who had screamed for help.
"Come on, let's go downstairs before Mom and Dad comes back." He thought of calling the police department about the latest incident. In fact, his father knew a guy named Detective Jack Wallace, who was rumored to have killed Satan Claus, when he was only a cop. So, he decided to do just that.
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In the police department, Detective Jack Wallace had his fair share of experience in handling the law and whatnot. He caught so many criminals back in his cop days, and some of those days were the worst of his police career. But he wasn't a cop anymore. A few years back, he got promoted to the Homicide Division, including his black partner, Ron Mitchell.
Jack sat on his seat, wondering about the latest, crime incidents. He was supposed to work on the case files, but couldn't concentrate after what he just heard from his chief. Satan Claus was back in Galeville. When he heard the news of an eye-witness, which had turned out to be a homeless bum. He said that he had noticed a Santa figure, wearing a devil mask, have attacked a naked couple in the car. He was actually there to see the hot action, since he hadn't got laid in years. And this was what Ron had taken the notes down. He sighed at the thought of it, and put them back on his desk. He stared at Jack.
"Can you believe this?" Ron said, feeling frustrated already. "I mean... Satan Claus is back!"
"I know," Jack said.
"We gotta do something, man."
"I know."
"Is that all you can say? I know?"
"Look... I know that you're feeling under pressure. We all are. The chief had said..."
"Ah, screw the chief. What does he know? All he knows is he can talk $h!t and do nothing!"
"Um... You better watch your mouth. You've worked hard for this promotion. Don't forget that."
"Yeah, I know." He looked at his phone, and received a text message from his desperate housewife.
When are you coming home, sugar?
"Hey, Jack," Ron said. I gotta go. My wife is..."
"I know."
Ron sighed and got up from the chair. He closed the door when a phone rang on Jack's desk.
"Detective Jack Wallace."
"Sir..." A female operator said. "There's a kid on the line. He wants to speak to you."
"What's his name?"
"Brad Hackney."
Brad? Jack was confused. Why is he calling here? "Okay, patch him through." The operator transferred Brad's call to his office.
"Hey Brad, what's up?"
"Mr. Wallace..."
"Yeah?"
"I..." Brad stopped and couldn't find the words to describe the recent events that transpired outside his home.
"Speak up, kid. I haven't got all night."
"Sir... It's Satan Claus."
Yeah, Jack thought. That figures. "What happened?"
Brad explained the whole story, including the naked couple's demise.
"Jesus Christ!" Jack said, sounding worried. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"What about Chelsea?"
"She's fine too."
"Okay... Where's Mom and Dad now?"
"Um... They went out for shopping."
"Okay, Brad. Here's what I want you to do. I'll call one of my men to guard your house. In the meantime, I got some things to work on. Once I'm done, I'll be right there. Got that?"
"Okay, Mr. Wallace."
"And remember... Lock your doors and windows. Don't let anyone in, that you don't recognize. Understand?"
"Okay."
"Okay. Bye." Jack ended the call and stared at the files on his desk. Christ! What a night.
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The old-retired Mr. Thomas Wilkins haven't got the energy to put up the Christmas lights. So, he figured that he would call someone else to do it for him. But it came with a price. He didn't care. He just wanted to celebrate Christmas, even though he was entirely alone.
A Mexican helper named Juan Rodriguez was sent out to help Thomas. Even though he could speak a little English, he had no problem understanding the grumpy, old man.
"Be careful with those lights, you damn fool."
"I'm doing it, Mr. Wilkins." The Mexican sighed, and wished that the old teacher was patient. He stopped putting up the lights when he noticed someone, coming towards the front gate.
Oh, my God, Juan thought wildly. It's him!
"What's the matter with you?" Thomas said angrily. "Why did you stop?"
"He... He's here."
"Who's here? Whom are you..." Thomas stopped when he saw the same figure, arriving at his house.
"Hello, Mr. Wilkins. Did you think I will not come back to kill you?"
"What?" Thomas was both surprised and confused. "You... You should be dead!"
"Not really. I'm back in the flesh." Satan Claus fired the Mexican's forehead.
"HELP!" Old Mr. Wilkins cried out to no one in particular, as he tried to move his wheelchair away from the incident. Unfortunately, he was too weak. He tried to roll back inside the house when Satan Claus arrived behind his back.
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Wilkins!" He raised his axe and split the teacher's bald head.
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Mr. and Mrs. Hackney have just arrived from the shopping mall.
"What a crowd," Mr. Hackney said.
"I know," Mrs. Hackney said. "Do you think the kids are asleep?"
"I don't know," Mr. Hackney said. "We'll have to find out, won't we?"
They reached towards the front door, and Mr. Hackney ranged the doorbell. There was no answer.
"Hmm..." Mr. Hackney wondered. "They must be asleep. Oh well." He grabbed the house key from under the mat, and then opened the door.
When the couple went inside the house, they stopped when they saw someone, putting something near the Christmas tree.
"Hey!" Mr. Hackney said angrily. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Is that the way you talk to Santa Claus?"
"Santa Claus?" Mr. Hackney was confused. "But you're..."
"It's Satan Claus! Heh! heh! heh! Merry Christmas!"
Mrs. Hackney looked what he was actually doing to their Christmas tree. It was the pieces of all the victims that Satan Claus had killed earlier. Not to mention, he removed all the ornaments.
Mrs. Hackney puked on the floor. Mr. Hackney looked at his wife, and then back at Satan Claus. "I'm going to call the police."
"I don't think so." Satan Claus grabbed a knife and threw at Mr. Hackney's forehead. Mrs. Hackney screamed.
"MOM! DAD!" Brad rushed downstairs when he saw his father staring blankly at the air. He dropped down on the floor.
"DAD!"
Mrs. Hackney said, "Brad, get out of here! Tell Chelsea..." She stopped when Satan Claus shot behind her back.
"MOM!"
Chelsea cried when she heard the screams and the gunshot. Brad went upstairs and brought her younger sister to the attic.
"Come on, kids," Satan Claus said. "Don't you want to see my Christmas gifts?" He walked upstairs when a police officer slammed the door down and said, "FREEZE!"
"You freeze!" Satan Claus shot the officer down. The officer came home late to guard the kids. Satan Claus went upstairs, singing a Christmas tune.
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In the attic, Brad said to his sister to calm down. Chelsea was really scared to know that Satan Claus was coming after them. Brad made sure to lock the door, so that the crazy maniac wouldn't get inside. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Satan Claus had his axe ready.
He chopped the door down in pieces, making a hole. "Here's Satan Claus!"
Both Brad and his sister screamed. There was no other way to escape, except for the small window. After all, Brad was too scared of heights.
Satan Claus stopped chopping when someone fired at his back. The maniac winced at the pain as he turned around to see that Jack Wallace and his partner, Ron Mitchell have finally arrived.
"You b@$t@rd$!" Satan Claus said angrily. "I'll never die. I'll always..." He stopped again when both the officers kept firing... Then Satan Claus fell down on the stairs.
"Christ!" Ron said. "We've just made in time."
"Look after the kids," Jack said. "I'll take it from here." Ron nodded and went upstairs. Jack knelt down in front of the dead body of Satan Claus. He removed the mask and gasped.
Oh, my God... Jack was stunned to see the killer's real identity.
When Ron came back with the kids, he was stunned too. "Oh man..."
Christ! Jack couldn't believe it. I didn't think it would be Tommy. But I should have known. Yes, Tommy Anderson was the new Satan Claus. And all those years, when Jack was a cop, he sometimes looked after the kid. But something went wrong, psychologically speaking. It must have been the trauma after the death of his parents, which might have triggered the dark side of Tommy's soul. Therefore, he became the next Satan Claus.
"Jack..." Ron said slowly. "We'll have to call in. It's over." But it wasn't over. Oh no. Both Brad and Chelsea were traumatized by the current events, and Jack had noticed this.
"Just take them away," Jack said. Ron didn't say anything else. He took the silent kids away from the house. Jack stared back at the full-grown, Tommy Anderson. And somewhere in his mind, the detective could hear that same voice again, which came from the late Willy Jenkins.
"HEH! HEH! HEH! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
Next story- The Long Winter.
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