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At some point, or another, you likely have wondered or asked yourself if Santa is real or not. When children are young, they commonly believe in Santa if they are raised in a Western society where such a holiday exists. Regardless, odds are you have heard of Santa and Christmas in one context or another. Tonight, you will hear the true story of Santa.
Billy was just like every other typical child. He was curious if Santa was real or not. He was always told if he stayed up late to try and catch Santa, that he would not be given any gifts. That he would be "naughty". Billy did not care, he wanted to see what Santa looked like. He wanted to know that he was real! Billy stayed up all night, until he heard the sound that forever would change his life.
Billy woke to the crash of hooves on top of his suburban home. He creeped down the hall to find a monstrosity of a creature before him. It was not a jolly fat man in a coat, nor a ridiculous beast of urban legends like Krampus. He was tall, slender, and looked demonic. Billy saw as "Santa" reached into his sack. He pulled out a small elf, but the elf was not joyful. He elf looked like a human child that had its body contorted and broken. It was a twisted husk of a child. He moaned and screamed in pain as the foul creature used it's slender nails to impale the poor things throat. Blood spewed all under their tree and over their stockings. The beast then mumbled some spell, and gifts sprung out of nowhere. Billy was horrified, and went to sneak back up to his bedroom.
Billy was too late; however, and the creature heard him. With a twitch of his nose, he teleported before the child. With a quick wiggle of his finger Billy shrunk down and his body began to contort and bend in the most grotesque manner as he was twisted into another "elf". Billy was denied death, instead he was very much aware of his surroundings.
The creature had thrown him into his sake and he could see and hear the other twisted children groan in agony. The pain was more than Billy had ever imagined. He could feel his bones grind and skin rip with every painful movement. He could see from the sake deer, but they were inside out with the muscle showing. They too were demonic. In order to fly off, Santa started to feed the deer one of the elves.
He recognized the next house as his cousin's home. Billy was pulled from the bag, but was helpless to do anything as he was cut open and met the same fate as the elf before him. His cousin saw, but did not know it was his cousin Billy. He started to run up the stairs, but he was caught.
Now you may think, this surly can't be the true story. If this were true, wouldn't there be some record of it? Wouldn't children be missing all the time? This is why no one lives at the North Pole. Back long ago, there was a thriving native village there, but Santa consumed all of the children. He has a breeding ground from the adults he drug away and imprisoned years ago, but sometimes, he will catch a little boy like Billy and add him to his collection.
While it is good to question the world, do not be surprised when the answer is something more than you bargained for. Happy Holidays, and may your night be full of Dread.
Thank you for joining me tonight and allowing me to share my tell of dread. Sleep well, if you can, and I look forward to our time together tomorrow night.
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