So Scary 8- Satan Claus
It was Black Friday. People gathered around the store to buy gifts for their loved ones. Most of them have tried to get inside, and hoped that the gifts wouldn't run out as soon as possible. But for a guy like Jeff Anderson, he had been patient for this special day. A guy behind his back, told him to move. But Jeff didn't listen.
"I said, move it, buddy!" The guy tried to push him over. Again, Jeff wouldn't listen. He said to himself that this happens all the time, especially on Black Friday. He wished that he could teach this guy a lesson. But he couldn't, since his mother often told him to ignore bullies, and people who were rude enough to hit someone's back. Then something happened. Out of nowhere, a Santa figure arrived at the store, and saw the commotion. People stared at him, wondering what the Santa Claus was doing here. But there was something strange about his appearance. He wasn't wearing a beard or Santa mask.
"What the devil?" A fat-looking man said. In fact, he was right. The Santa figure wasn't Santa at all. He wore the red costume alright, but this time, he had worn a devil's mask. He approached the guy, who tried to push Jeff away from the big crowd. And then this thing happened. Santa Claus picked up a gun from his holster, and blasted the guy's face.
People screamed and Jeff found that the guy's blood splattered on his face, and then his new shirt, which he had recently gotten for his Christmas present. Everyone ran away and continued screaming... The killer said, "The name's Satan Claus. HEH! HEH! HEH! MERRY CHRISTMAS!" He shot again. A couple who wanted to buy an action figure for their son, fell down. The store owner reported the incident to the police. Satan Claus noticed what he was doing. He took out a crowbar from his big sack, and threw it on the glass window. It smashed. The owner screamed painfully as he noticed that the crowbar, got stabbed in the middle of his chest.
"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE! HELP!" The police arrived just in time to catch the maniac, the so-called Satan Claus. One of the cops said, "PUT YOUR HANDS UP! NOW!" Satan Claus didn't listen to him. He hopped and then ran away. The cops fired at him.
"Damn it!" The cop said. "Follow him!" The other cops nodded and followed Satan Claus. Jeff Anderson couldn't believe it. He thought he was seeing things.
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"This just in. A killer known as Satan Claus have caused another havoc among the streets of Galeville Town. Residents have been warned about his appearance and what he might do to harm them. Police have blocked every section of the road. Today..."
"Jesus Christ!" Debbie said. "Will you turn that thing down?" But Tommy wanted to hear the rest of the story. His mother never liked Tommy hearing crime news while she was away, or Jeff had been busy working in his carpenter shop.
"Tommy!" His mother shouted again. "Turn that thing off!" Tommy sighed, and turned it off. He said, "Come on, Mom. I wanted to see it."
"There's nothing to see that sort of thing. And you know it. Where's your Dad by the way? Isn't he supposed to arrive back home? It's getting late." She looked at the clock, hanging on the wall. She was preparing for Christmas dinner, when she just heard the terrible news of Satan Claus, causing mayhem in Galeville Town. She thought, Such crazy people... She shook her head, and cooked the dinner when the phone rang.
Debbie picked it up and said, "Yes?"
"Debbie? It's me, Jeff."
"Dear God! Where the hell are you?"
"There's been some incident..." Jeff explained everything to her on the phone.
"Oh, my God... Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be back home soon. Is Tommy there?"
"Yes, he's here."
"Listen, Debbie. Make sure the doors and windows are locked, okay?"
"Okay... But... Be careful."
"I will." Jeff ended the call, and Debbie stared at her only son.
"Mom? Is everything okay?" But Debbie didn't reply anything.
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Long time ago, Mr. Thomas Wilkins had the opportunity to decorate his house with Christmas lights and whatnot. But he was entirely alone for the night, and his brother had called in to see how he was doing. But Thomas never wanted to deal with his own brother, because he was having a good time with his family.
Thomas was getting jealous of his brother every single day. The thought of it, just made him angry. How come he couldn't have a good time in Christmas? Not to mention, his new girlfriend had just dumped him for another man. And he had just seen her, kissing him all over the place inside a car. Oh yes, Thomas had seen it all. He was really angry.
"Damn it!" He messed up with the lights as he tried to hang them up on the roof. Despite being only 40 years old, he sure knew what he was doing. He almost fell down from the ladder when he noticed Satan Claus, standing there behind the small gate.
Thomas thought, What the hell? Satan Claus arrived at his doorstep and said, "Hello, Mr. Wilkins."
"Why... Why are you wearing a devil's mask? This ain't Halloween, you know."
"I know, but..." He picked up the gun again, and shot his leg. Mr. Wilkins screamed as he fell down from the ladder, breaking his back.
"Heh! Heh! Heh! Merry Christmas, Mr. Wilkins." Satan Claus pointed the gun towards his face.
"Wait... Please... Don't..."
Satan Claus was about to fire, when a couple of cops arrived and fired back at him. But they missed.
"Hell!" Satan Claus said, getting pissed. "I'll get you next time, Mr. Wilkins." He ran away, still carrying his sack. The cops called out after him. One of the cops approached Mr. Wilkins and said, "Hey mister... Are you okay?"
"What does it look like? He just shot me!"
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Mr. Wilkins' ex-girlfriend named Sheila, had the hots for the guy, whom she was currently making out with. She didn't care if Mr. Thomas Wilkins was seeing herself doing the thing. While she and her new boyfriend were done making out in the car, Sheila said, "I'm beat. Got a cigarette?"
"Nope," he replied. "I'm all out."
"Oh, Jesus Christ. I have to go to that crappy store and buy an extra pack."
"In case you haven't heard, there's this madman on the loose."
"Who?"
"Satan Claus."
"Satan Claus? Oh, gimme a break."
"It's true, honey."
Sheila laughed out loud. "We are not even married."
"Well, I just said it because you look hot, and not to mention your body..."
"Oh, I've heard enough of that. Anyways... I need to smoke. I'll be back." Sheila opened the door of her new boyfriend's car and closed it. She walked slowly in the cold night. Even though she didn't wear a jacket, she had enough heat after having a hardcore time with her new boyfriend.
Satan Claus had noticed her walking alone. He looked everywhere to see if the cops were chasing after him. Luckily, he managed to hide in certain places where people couldn't find him. Not even the cops.
"Nice night?" Satan Claus said.
"Huh?" Sheila was confused. "Who said that?"
"Why, it's me. Satan Claus."
"Oh, my god," Sheila began to look scared. "You're... You're him?"
"Yes, my dear sweetheart." Satan Claus grabbed a knife and ran after her. Sheila screamed.
"HELP!" She even called out her boyfriend's name. Her boyfriend heard her shouts, and rushed out of the car.
"Sheila!" But Satan Claus stabbed her on the back.
"SHEILA!" Her boyfriend came towards the killer, and beat him up. Satan Claus winced at the pain, and then slashed his wrist.
"AAAAH!" His boyfriend tried to beat him. But Satan Claus slashed his throat. The guy tried to cover the intense bleeding... He fell down along with his dead girlfriend.
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Jeff Anderson drove to his house, worrying about the fact that Satan Claus would harm his family. The thought of it made him scared and therefore, he had a gun in his glove compartment, just in case.
He stopped the car, and realized that he hadn't changed his brand new shirt with all the blood splattered on it. He sighed and went to the backyard to grab an extra shirt, so his wife wouldn't be shocked to see it. After all, it was the shirt that she had given him for Christmas.
He knocked on the door, twice and said, "It's me!" The door opened and there she was, happy to see her husband back at home, alive and well.
"Dear God... Oh, Jeff!" She kissed him, over and over again. Jeff stopped her and looked at Tommy. He was also happy to see him.
"How's my little fella?" Jeff ruffled his head, and Tommy said, "Did you buy the gift?"
"Um..." Jeff looked back at his wife. Debbie couldn't say anything about it, and she hoped that Jeff wouldn't tell a single word about the latest incident.
"Listen... son. The toys ran out. I just couldn't get there in time. You know how it is. Black Friday."
"Oh... okay."
"I'm sorry. But hey, I've got something for you back at my shop. Wanna see it?"
"Yeah, sure." Tommy wasn't truly happy about it because his friends had the same, action figure that moves and talks!
Then someone knocked on the door and said, "HEH! HEH! HEH! MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Both Jeff and Debbie glanced at each other, and Tommy was confused. A gunshot came through the front door, and Debbie fell down.
"DEBBIE!" Jeff cried out after his wife, and Tommy shouted, "MOM!"
Another gunshot, and this time Jeff Anderson covered his son. He felt the pain towards his back. A single shot.
"Dad..." Tommy looked at him, and then moved away.
"Don't worry, Tommy," Satan Claus said. "It's for his own good. The shop ain't doing good for us. Right, Jeff?"
"Wh... What?" Jeff looked at Satan Claus, and seemed to recognize his voice. "Do... Do I know you?"
"Oh, you should know me better than anyone else. You should also thank me for shooting the guy, who pushed you over. But..." He stopped and thought of the shop.
"Listen..." Jeff said slowly. "Don't... Don't hurt my son. He's all I got."
"Yeah, I know." He raised his shotgun and pointed towards Jeff's forehead. But there were several rounds, being fired at the back. Satan Claus felt the pain, and looked over his shoulder. He noticed the bright lights, shining against his face. He said, "What... What the hell?"
"THIS IS THE POLICE! YOU'VE BEEN SURROUNDED! COME OUT NOW!"
Oh no, you won't. Satan Claus attempted to escape from outside the backyard. But Jeff grabbed his own gun, and fired!
"AAH!" Satan Claus looked at his bloody leg. "Christ!" He shot Jeff again.
"DAD!" Tommy shouted at his father, but couldn't move. Jeff tried to overcome his senses, and blinked several times, just to see Satan Claus clearly for what he was. He also remembered correctly of what really happened on that fateful day.
"Listen, Jeff... I don't think this shop is gonna last long. People don't buy our stuff anymore."
"We can't just quit, okay? We'll find a better way."
Christ... Jeff thought. It's him... He closed his eyes, and that Tommy screamed.
The police came over the house and saw Tommy's dead parents. The boy was there, crying in front of them.
"Hey kid, it's okay. You're safe now." The cop noticed a door, which was opened outside from the backyard. There was a body, lying on the grass.
"Sir..." A black cop said, who went to check the body of Satan Claus. "It's Jeff Anderson's partner, Willy Jenkins."
"Willy?" The cop said, sounding surprised. "Dear God..."
"Yeah..."
The cop who used to be Jeff's buddy from long time back, said, "Okay. Get this kid out of here. I think he had seen enough." The black cop nodded and took Tommy away from the house. The cop went to see the body.
Somewhere in his mind, Willy said, "HEH! HEH! HEH! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
Next story- The Restless Spirit.
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