It’s that time of the year again, boys and girls. It’s Christmas, a time of peace on earth and goodwill to all – yeah, right. It’s the most wonderful time of the year, the season to be jolly, despite being battered senseless by endless repeats of “Elf” on TV. Bah, humbug. On a side note, I really dislike Will Ferrell. I’ve had projectile vomiting sessions from excess Guinness consumption that were more fun than watching his movies.
Ah, Christmas, the season of twinkling lights, wondrous looks of excitement on children’s faces, the scent of pine trees, and adding copious amounts of Jim Beam to your eggnog. Best of all, it’s time to roll out the Victorian tradition of telling ghost/horror stories on Christmas Eve. Now we’re talking! Stories that will scare the crap out of your guests as you wile away the yuletide hours waiting for Santa Claus to arrive and block the chimney with his butthole. Ho, ho, freakin’ ho, roast your nuts, Santa?
So, dear reader, here’s a question for you. What happens when you take a large helping of the Krampus legend and mix it liberally with something alcoholic, oops sorry, wrong recipe. Let’s try that again. What happens when you take a large helping of the Krampus legend and add in a little slice of werewolf nastiness?
Here’s a clue, it’s not the latest overpriced delicacy to be shoved down someone’s pie-hole on “Carnival Eats.” It’s my Christmas-themed short story “He’s Making A List,” featuring a Krampus-like antagonist named Niklaus Graumann, who firmly believes that every year December is a time to dismember.
The story is set in Moonlight Falls, a sleepy little New England town, and the annual terror caused by “The Gray Man.” Having already mentioned Krampus, it’s not too hard to work out the main influence for the story.
I enjoyed taking the idea of something traditional and adding my vision to it. It’s not your run of the mill Christmas tale (i.e., no happy ending), but it was an enjoyable yarn to write. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed typing the words on the screen.
All joking aside, I really enjoy Christmas and spending time relaxing with my wonderful wife. I have some very fond memories of Christmases past, including proposing to my then fiancée in 2007 (she said yes! Pass the Kleenex).
I sincerely hope that everyone who takes a few minutes out of their Christmas preparations to read my story has a great festive vacation. Thank you for the support. A very Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year.
Yep, I went there. I grew up saying “Merry Christmas” and “Happy Christmas” and will always use those expressions. I’m sorry if this offends (no I’m not), the politically correct, “oh I’m so sorry if I hurt your sensitivities,” limp-wristed ‘Happy Holidays’ protagonists.
So, dear reader, grab a dish of Christmas pudding and a glass of hot mulled cider, settle back and enjoy “He’s Making A List” and ignore the sleigh bells ringing in the dead of night.
He’s Making A List
Moonlight Falls, an idyllic name for an idyllic little burg tucked away in New England’s northeastern corner. But Moonlight Falls was a melancholy town, a town overwhelmed by heartache and misery. A town outraged after losing three young residents to an unknown abductor in three years.
December 5th, 2012, Michael Wood (10) – snatched while walking home from Moonlight Falls Middle School.
December 5th, 2013, Katelyn Harris (4) – grabbed while playing in Moonlight Falls Municipal Park.
December 5th, 2014, Danny Lynch (9) – kidnapped while he lay sleeping in his bed.
Three children taken, three lives erased, three children never seen again. Until now…