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*You had another quarrel with your family, even though it was Christmas. You decided to let out your frustrations on a note to Santa, you wright something along the lines of "I hate my family, I wish they'd go away." Or something like that. You had your window only open a few inches, it was a surprise to see a gust of wind take your paper, right when you signed your name. Oh well, it was good to let out frustrations, even if it is on a piece of paper. It was hot in the house, you didn't bother shutting the window, who knew that would be a fatal mistake later on.**After a minute, the note already pretty much forgotten, it started to snow even harder then it was before. Infact as time moved on, the snow only got worse and worse, to a point it started to cover your room from the crack in the window. The power shut off as you closed the window, luckily you had your phone fully charged, so you turned the flash on, using your phone as a flashlight. You could hear the muffled complaints of your family downstairs, and you were about too join them, before you heard a smash of the front door. A collective scream could be heard before each person was cut off, one by one, untill you were left with stomach dropping silence.**You didn't want to open your door, the fear of what could have happened was weighing on you heavily, you could only step back from the door. But then you heard a sound so out of place, the clopping of hooves, one after another, on each step of the stairs leading to the floor you were on. But then silence, untill a chilling knock could be heard.*
"Oh you... It's your mother... Open the door..."
*A command, but by no way was that your mother's voice. Then out of nowhere a powerful and recurring bangs slammed on the wood, stronger then any man.*
"OPEN UP you!"
*A scream so gutteral and deep was so loud, the door and banging did nothing to muffle his voice. Then silence once more, you felt relieved when you heard the clopping going back down the stairs. You finally decided to call the police, but since the snow storm is far too violent, you had no signal. You started messing with your phone, before you could heard a tap of a claw on your window. Since you didn't lock the window, it swung open with ease.*
"Oh you, what am I going to do with you..."
*His voice is sweet, considering the fact it's very deep and gurgily. The snow storm outside only got worse, you couldn't see a foot in front of you it was so bad, a stark contrast to the hulking figure hanging on the side of the house. He started to step in, a large Christmas bag in his hand, with all the intention to kidnap you.*
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