A Christmas Horror Story Page #2

Come on!

Right behind you, son.

Come on, don't be scared.

Quit groping her, let's get on with it.

Thanks.

Five, four, three...

Christmas, usually a time

of joy and celebration,

but for Saint Joseph's Academy,

a time of mourning.

Exactly one year ago last Christmas Eve

this school was the scene

of an unimaginable crime

when two of its students,

Connor and Jenna, seen here,

were found murdered in cold blood.

With the killer still at large,

the atmosphere here in Bailey Downs

is truly grim this holiday season.

I'm Molly Simon, and this

is Horror in the Hallways.

- Wait, cut.

- What?

Are we really going

with that cheesy title?

Your opinion would mean a lot more to me

if you weren't failing Media Arts.

Hold on guys, I think I hear something.

- I'm fine!

- Sh*t.

It's Principal Harod.

We just need to be careful.

Yes, I... I know!

Lis... listen to me!

Go, go, go, go!

No, not that one, the other one.

Molly, hurry up.

Wait.

Never mind, now I'm getting jumpy.

Principal Harod.

What the hell is he doing here

on Christmas Eve?

Keep it down!

- Great.

- I've got flashlights.

- Oh, nice.

- Come on, it's this way.

She better remember us in the will.

It's about time she invited us here.

- She did invite us, right?

- Think of it as a Christmas surprise.

- Taylor!

- 'tis the season. She'll be thrilled.

You see, the thing is...

To be honest, Aunt Etta,

I know you and mom had difficulties

and I just thought we could, you know,

get it out there and deal with it.

- Dear, maybe now's not a good time.

- It's Christmas, what could be a better time?

Christmas is all about forgiveness

and family and tradition.

If you just believe, if you let

that spirit in, it just... it fills you.

Don't touch that!

It's very old.

Is there some place more private

you and I could talk?

I wanna show you something

I think you might be interested in.

Come.

Four hours in the car and the old bat

doesn't even offer me a drink.

I'll help myself, thank you.

Look at this place,

it's like Paul Bunyan and Count Dracula

gayed up and built a dream home.

That is not a toy.

- Oh, hi there, we're the...

- I know who you are.

Okay.

- This is Krampus, right?

- What's a Krampus?

He's like an anti-Santa Claus,

a demon who punishes the naughty.

He whips them, chains them up,

throws them in a sack, stuff like that.

When Krampus knocked, the demon

hunts the wicked from sunset to sunrise.

That's fun.

He comes for little boys

who touch things they shouldn't.

Oops.

- Duncan!

- That was very unwise.

We will pay for it, of course.

Pick it up.

- Gerhart, what have you done?

- I did nothing.

The boy had... an unfortunate accident.

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