You Better Watch Out

Little Jimmy Hawthorne did not have visions of sugar plum fairies dancing through his head. Though his eyes were wide open, his visions was filled with unspeakable darkness and horror. It was Christmas Eve and he had been a naughty boy. A very naughty boy.

If only he had had the chance to explain himself to Santa at the mall. Jimmy’s mother said there wasn’t enough time. It was a death sentence. Jimmy’s one chance to make amends was forever gone.

A sound like crackling wrapping paper echoed through his room. The Christmas Humbug would feast on his naughty flesh tonight.