Another story I wrote at least two years ago involving a group of three going to a spooky house on Christmas morning and discovering that it has a bit of demonic activity.
It might get you into the Christmas spirit, it might make you drink more than you planned on drinking tonight and doubling your holiday depression. Either way enjoy!
Tom, Mark and Janine spent the remainder of their Christmas morning cruising down a country road. There was something magical and quintessential about cruising down the snowy country roads on Christmas morning. It felt like something that was so mushy gushy and Americana, like something that belonged in A Christmas Story.
“So where are we going?” asked Janine, who was currently smoking a cigarette, the others in the car recognized it as menthol. “You’re not taking me to some deserted house to rape me are you?”
Janine said this with a playful grin and a wink of the eye. She followed this up by grabbing her tits with the cigarette clenched in her mouth. She currently looked like a girl who would be the centerfold of a porn magazine that was created by Jerry Springer.
The guys look at each other and both rolled their eyes. If the car was a sitcom on Fox, this would be the moment where a laugh track came in.
“Don’t you wish?” said Mark.
“We’re going to the Christmas murder house.” replied Tom.
Janine looked over at Tom and Mark with mild confusion.
“The fuck is the Christmas murder house?”
“It’s that one deserted house out in the middle of where we are,” said Mark. “You know, the only that’s all old and shit and looks like the big bad wolf could blow it down with even one weak huff and puff.”
“Allow me to add a little more detail,” said Tom. “Like fifty years ago on Christmas morning this family of about eight children woke up ready to open Christmas presents. All they received that year were multiple axe chops to the body, at the hands of their father. The chops vary, some of the family members got just three chops to the body or head while the third youngest got as much as forty chops and were cut into dozens of pieces. To this day, there is no explanation as to why the father snapped. People say in public he was your typical white Americana father, like someone from the Andy Griffith Show or Leave it to Beaver. There’s your typical rumor that he lost his job and snapped mentally and then there’s rumors that aliens brain washed him into doing it and even a story that the father was convinced by a local Communist group that all of his children were in fact robots created by his wife to record what he was saying and convince the government that he was a Russian spy. Apparently police found him warming up by the fireplace with the corpses of his family as firewood.”
There was a few moments of silence before Janine spoke up.
“Hmm, I don’t think I blame him,” said Janine. “If I had a family of eight kids, I’d probably end up snapping and chopping up those fuckers as well, government robots or not.”
“Well let’s hope your next boyfriend invests in Plan B or at least knows how to pull out and paint a Picasso mural on your back.” said Mark.
“Don’t you mean Jackson Pollock?” asked Tom.
Mark shook his head.
“Eh, dude’s work is always associated with cum. Thought I’d give it a break and go in another direction.”
A few moments of silence passed as everybody in the car looked outside and took in the scenery as they flew down the road.
“Wait a minute, won’t other people be there?” asked Janine.
“Dude it’s fucking Christmas,” said Mark. “And besides, nobody is as morbid and fucked up in this town quite like us.”
“Well what about cops? Won’t somebody be out there looking to bust teens going in that house?”
“They used to up until about two years ago.” said Tom. “Officer Willis used to stake out here yearly until it was discovered he came out here just to get loaded on cheap whiskey. He would’ve been alright if he didn’t total a squad car by wrapping it around a tree on the way home. It’s the reason why he was demoted to desk duty in January a couple of years ago.”
Once they pulled up to the house, Janine noticed that it was a decaying mess. The house was so old that the exterior of the place looked as if someone had attempted to burn it down and the house still stood once the flames went out. Decaying mansions in stereotypical horror films that were surrounded by spider webs and numerous bats looked brand new compared to this god awful looking house.
Anybody who passed by it and didn’t even know of the Christmas murder legend probably assumed it was haunted.
“Is it even safe to go inside of there?” said Janine looking at the house questioning it.
Both Mark and Tom shrugged their shoulders.
“I mean it’s probably not the safest place to be,” said Mark. “But I’ve already opened all my Christmas presents and don’t really have anything better to do.”
“What did you get this year?” asked Tom.
“Eh some video games, some gift cards. The usual.”
The group walked inside of the house. Janine noticed a stump in the middle of the living room that appeared to be what once was a Christmas tree surrounded by wrapped presents. The wrapping paper looked old and worn out over brown boxes. Around the presents were smashed Christmas ornaments, all of them were red glass bulbs.
“Jesus fucking Christ! The presents are still here?”
Tom laughed and shook his head.
“Those are just decorations people who come here around Halloween put. Something to keep the scenery alive. The people that come around here in October are so fucking weird that they find wrapping paper similar to what was used in the time period. What can I say? Goths are fucking weird and do their research.”
Mark brought out the Ouija board he had dug out of the basement at his house and laid it on an old coffee table. Mark had become aware of the Ouija board a couple of months ago after his father got buzzed one night and told Mark about being a kid and using it at his old house. Apparently he came in contact with a ghost that referred to itself as Toby. His father told stories about bringing girls into his bedroom and sometimes in the darkness seeing two yellow glowing eyes watching from his closet. Mark recalled seeing goosebumps prickle on his father’s flesh as he told Mark this. It was the closest father-son moment he recalled them having.
Tom placed his hands on the Ouija board magnifying piece and closed his eyes. His heart began to pick up the pace as his imagination came up with multiple ideas of what could happen next.
“Is there anybody currently inside of the house with us?”
The top part of the Ouija board erupted into flames and Tom brought his hands up in shock before the flames could touch his hands. This was certainly not one of the multiple suggestions in his mind earlier.
“Jesus fucking Christ!”
Janine and Mark were just as shocked as they began backing away from the board.
Janine had learned about the Christmas murder house only minutes ago and was already regretting her decision. She couldn’t wait to be back home with her boring family eating Christmas dinner and talk about some dull horseshit such as football or politics. Watching the flaming Ouija board made her long to be in the safety of her home and hear the dull talks of politics between her Republican aunt and grandmother with her overly Liberal father on the other side.
Janine was even picturing being a parent of two children who wanted to go ghost hunting and warning them the dangers of using a Ouija board and relating her own personal experience to frighten them away from it.
“L-let’s just get the fuck out of here.” said Janine.
Janine screamed as something picked her up and threw her away from the door. Tom and Mark watched in horror as her clothing was ripped off at a speed that was impossible for their brains and eyes to comprehend. Within two seconds, Janine was half naked. Even in a frightening situation such as this, the guys couldn’t help but notice how nice their friend’s body was. She had curves in all the right places, and not “Tumblr, I can’t go down a staircase without an oxygen tank” curves, actual curves.
Once her panties were ripped in two, Janine was bent over into a ninety degree angle. She then let out a blood curling scream.
“Guys help! Someone or something is inside of my ass!”
Janine looked into the eyes of her friends with genuine fear.
Mark and Tom looked at one another and decided what to do when they looked into each others’ eyes.
“Fuck this!” said the guys at the same time, as they turned and made their way towards the front door.
Before making their way out of the house and feeling the cold Christmas breeze against their faces, Tom and Mark turned around and watched as what appeared to be a mixture of semen and blood poured from the mouth, eye sockets and nose of their friend. It was an image that would be burned into their minds for the rest of their lives.
Both guys stood and watched the demise of their friend before they snapped back into reality and rushed out of the house.
Once they were outside, both men threw up in the snow. Mark looked into his vomit and could’ve sworn he saw the face of a demon smiling back at him. Tom grabbed Mark by the shoulders and directed him to the car to make a getaway as they heard a demonic scream and hysterical laughter. It was so loud that the guys imagined it could be heard for five miles, if there were any other houses out in the countryside.
The goosebumps currently prickling on Mark’s flesh were so large that he was certain they’d pop out of his arms and he would bleed to death in the snow surrounding the Christmas murder house.
After making their way into town, the guys went into a Denny’s. Besides a couple of guys who appeared as if all the family members they ever had died out twenty years ago and had given up keeping up their physical appearance ever since, the restaurant was practically deserted. After depressingly sliding into the closest booth they sat and drank coffee for at least an hour in silence. Mark was the first one to speak up.
“So did we just watch a friend be raped and murdered by a demon?”
Tom held his forehead as he shook his head to the left and right.
“Apparently we fucking did Mark.”
Mark hung his head with bugging eyes, still attempting to process what he saw.
“A fucking demon raped and killed our friend on Christmas morning.” muttered Mark in a tone barely heard to Tom’s ears. He then swung his head up. “Fuck it, let’s just go back to my place and watch A Christmas Story and try to forget whatever took place in that house.”
“Mark, our friend was raped and killed by a demon. This isn’t something we’re just going to ever forget took place.”
Mark waved his hand in the air as to dismiss the idea. He was stubborn and wanted to reclaim what little Christmas spirit was still available.
“Whatever, I just want to watch Georgie’s December unfold and forget about all this.”
Tom and Mark went straight to Mark’s house. They turned on TBS and the twenty four hours of A Christmas Story was on just as it was every year. The guys drank hot chocolate and ate gingerbread men cookies and were even having a good time while laughing at the film. They were so lost within the Christmas spirit that they were slowly beginning to forget about the morning.
Part of their brains were even beginning to wonder if it was all a weird hallucination. While they knew this was near impossible, it was easier to digest than watching their friend raped and killed by a demon.
“This is great!” said Tom, with a smile on his face.
“See man? What did I say? Everything is going to be alright.”
To the right of the television, the ghost of Janine began to take form. When her face was visible, both guys dropped their hot chocolate and gingerbread men. Tom dropped the hot chocolate onto his crotch and began to shake and twitch like D-Von Dudley selling another guy’s move as his balls began to boil like unlucky lobsters.
“You guys took me out to the fucking Christmas murder house to be raped and killed.” said Janine’s ghost, in a tone that was similar to Hal 9000.
“B-b-but we didn’t know.” said Tom.
The guys watched in horror as a strap on formed on the crotch of their dead friend. Janine’s spirit disappeared almost instantly after this.
The jeans and underwear of Tom were dropped at once and he was bent into a ninety degree angle. He screamed in a violent and horrific matter as an amount of blood poured from his ass that seemed to rival the elevator from The Shining.
Mark ran out of his house and out into the streets not exactly sure where to go. Perhaps to a priest who had was experienced with exorcisms but away from his house was a start. All he knew was he didn’t want to be raped to death like his friends.
Mark didn’t get far until he was thrown into the yard of a neighbor who had set up a nativity scene. Mark went face first into a plastic baby Jesus. His face was on the face of Christ as he too was raped to death.
Vivian Pearce was sitting in front of her television and watching A Christmas Story. It was a yearly tradition to finish out her Christmas watching Georgie do all of the classic things depicted in the film such as having his mouth washed out with soap, standing up to the ginger bully and day dream about his Red Ryder BB gun.
She was lost in the film until she heard shouting and screaming. Vivian rushed to her front window as soon as she could after hearing the commotion. As she looked out onto her nativity scene, she saw Mark Wellington face first into her plastic baby Jesus with his pants down, his ass shining bright under her Christmas lights.
“Honey! Come here!”
Her husband rushed to the window and looked down at the neighborhood boy.
“Jesus Christ! What in the hell is that deranged pervert doing?”
“I don’t know, if I had to guess I would say he was pretending to give the son of God a blowjob.”
Vivian’s husband’s eyes bugged out of his skull as he clenched his chest.
“Fellatio to a baby prophet? What in the fuck happened to this country? I’m calling the cops!”
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