So Scary 8- A Christmas Slasher

So Scary 8- A Christmas Slasher

Stacy Hawkins had been going alone on the beach, where old summer died long ago, and never to be heard again. In fact, her boyfriend had just recently dumped her, since he planned to move out into New York City with Stacy's girlfriend. But now, Stacy never had the chance to see them both. It had been what? Two years? She couldn't remember. But the truth was she couldn't handle it, and that she became distant from her parents. Her Mom just called in to see how she was doing. Unfortunately, she hadn't answered her calls.

Stacy... Call me, okay? That was the last message that Stacy had received on her phone. She didn't want to see any of the written texts, since her family were quite worried about her. And now, she felt desperate to know if her boyfriend or her best buddy were still tagging along as usual. But she couldn't help imagining them on the bed, and then...

"Oh, stop it," Stacy said to herself. "Just stop it." She wanted to forget the whole darn thing. But... eventually, she had to move on with her life, just like everybody else. Nobody would come to see her on the lonely beach of California. She recalled the drastic events that happened years ago, when she was only a teenager. And she heard some stories about a crazy guy who wore a Santa mask, and killing all those horny teenagers on the beach, just like what happened in late-night horror movies.

But Stacy knew what was going to happen to her. Was this the reason why she came all the way back here, so that she could meet the killer himself? Maybe, she had a death wish all along. And now the holidays were soon coming to an end, that she had to go back to college and continue with her studies. Her teachers were quite worried about her as well, and just recently, she had been given the latest results on her mid-terms back in late spring. For that, Stacy never told her parents about it.

She stared at the waves of the ocean. It was a good feeling, and this made her very happy. She smiled at the thought of it. But then, she was still alone, and unhappy about the way the things were.

She got up from the sand, and looked around the beach. There was this spine-tingling fear that she could feel from her deepest consciousness, and that it couldn't go away. This was the worst time that she could land herself on a place like this, but never planned it this way. She hoped that she could find someone, anyone to talk with, or even laugh at the jokes that her best friend used to.

There was a figure standing there, staring at her. Covered with a Santa mask, the killer walked slowly towards her. Stacy could feel his presence, even though it was just the sand. She wished that she didn't watch all those slasher movies, when she was only about 13-years old. She called out to him. The killer didn't answer her. Whoever it was, he was bound to get Stacy Hawkins.

Stacy wanted to know who was behind that mask. So, she asked him anyways. But the killer still didn't answer a darn thing. He just walked slowly, and then a bit faster, holding a knife, and waiting to...

Oh, my God, Stacy thought. What am I doing here? Yes, she came back to the worst place as anyone could imagine. She ran away from him, heart beating... THUD! THUD! THUD!

At first, Stacy thought she could hear the killer, calling out her name. But it was only her imagination. She huffed and puffed. All those years, that she competed for the longest race than any high-schooler would dream of. She had won medals, and her boyfriend was there for her, supporting and then...

Making love... Yes, it was that time, Stacy became a real woman. But now that their romantic years were gone, Stacy stumbled down on the sand like a wall of bricks. She managed to get up, and the killer almost got to her.

She felt a sharp knife, pointed towards her back. And she screamed. She fell down on the sand again, and pleaded for her mercy. The killer looked at her, and said, "You want revenge?"

"What?" Stacy was confused. She didn't expect this from him. Not even a killer.

"I said, Do you want revenge?"

"Um..."

"I know you do. You came here to forget your past. You think I don't know?"

Stacy was utterly shocked beyond his words. She really wanted to know, who was wearing behind that mask.

"Who... Who are you?"

"That doesn't matter. What matters is, what are you gonna do from here?"

"I... I..."

"Listen... I know who you are. I've been watching you and your ex-boyfriend. Oh yes, I know."

Stacy opened her mouth as if no words came out of it.

"Yes, I've been watching the both of you all along. And not to mention, your girlfriend. Right?"

"Um... yes."

"Tell you what. I'll give you this mask. I have an extra one. But... you shouldn't look at me. It's... terrible."

"Terrible?"

"An accident that happened a long time ago. See the bonfire that used to be there? Yes, I was there." Stacy looked at the place where all the youngsters used to hang around, partying hard, and then making love.

"What... What happened?"

"Let's just say, it was a prank gone wrong. Now... look away from me. Please..." The girl nodded slowly and looked away. She remained calm, since she somehow knew that the Santa killer wouldn't touch her, or even kill her. The killer removed his mask and chucked it on the sand, right in front of her. Stacy looked at it.

"It's yours. Keep it. Next year, you'll be able to use it."

"Did you..." Stacy stopped, and still didn't look back. "Did you kill all of those..."

"Yes, I did," the unmasked killer answered. "I used to look good, you know? After the bonfire incident, I've lost everything. My best friends, my girlfriend..."

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"You don't have to feel sorry for me. I'm a killer, understand?"

"Yes... Yes, I understand."

"Good. So long, Stacy, and Merry Christmas." The killer left the beach, and Stacy looked back. He wasn't there. And then she looked back at the mask, thinking of how her boyfriend and best buddy had betrayed her.

She picked it up, hoping that she could find them someday. But eventually, she had heard from one of her old friends that they planned to come back to this beach for a Christmas vacation, just to remember the good, old times.

Stacy thought, I'll be waiting...

Next story- Behind the Curtains.

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