A Christmas Horror Story Page #3

- Take your family and leave now.

- No, let's not be hasty here.

No, my son,

I feel one of my spells coming

and I cannot entertain guests. Goodbye.

Bicycle parts to Sector Five!

Organs sets to arrive!

Video games...

Get out of the way, get out of the way!

Have to take it out again this year.

- Talk to the Mrs., Sparkles.

- Santa, I need your signature.

Thank you.

So what are we up against

this year, Jingles?

Blizzard warning along

the Eastern seaboard.

Never met a blizzard that troubled me.

- It's bad, it's really bad.

- Another signature here.

- I'm worried about the trade winds.

- Trade winds.

- Safety first, Santa.

- Right here on the left.

Lots of kids are depending

on tonight going off without a hitch.

Shiny?

- Take a break, everyone!

- Yay, Mrs. Claus!

Even Christmas magic

needs a little fuel.

- Oh, cookies!

- Smells good.

- Cookies!

- What is this?

- Have a cookie, Shiny.

- No, I...

I don't know. No thank you.

It'll keep your strength up

for the long shift.

I'm not hungry.

Not hungry? They're cookies!

You're being silly, Shiny, you know

how much you love my cookies.

I said I don't want a goddamn cookie!

You reindeer f***ing snow whore!

Shiny!

He...

He's dead.

Dead? But elves...

Can't die.

Santa, elves can't die, right?

No. They cannot.

Yeah, he's gonna help

his pop put this up too.

This tree is way better

than the ones at the mall.

- We did it.

- Stop, we can't do this again.

Oh, no way.

They won't even miss it.

They got enough trees around here.

Look at this, babe, this is a perfect tree.

Smells like pine, you love pine.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't think

it's gonna fit up the stairs.

Of course it will,

it'll be fine, trust me.

- Where's Will?

- He was right here with us. Will?

- Will?

- Will!

- Baby!

- Come on, we gotta go!

- This ain't time to play hide and seek now!

- Where are you, babe?

- We gotta go, come on, son!

- Will!

- Come on, boy, stop playing, we gotta go!

- Where are you, baby?

Mom?

- Come on, honey, let's go!

- William, where are you?

Dad!

- William!

- Where are you?

Will!

Where'd he go?

Couldn't have gone far.

- Over here.

- Oh, God.

Will!

Baby?

This way, through here.

Son!

Will!

Will!

Will!

William!

Will!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Will!

Will?

Come here, buddy!

Scott!

Will. Will!

Come on, baby? Will, are you okay?

What the hell happened?

Why'd you take off like that? Why?

Don't yell at him!

It was your idea to come out here!

Oh, boy, real palace of fun down here.

Saint Joseph's used to be

a convent a long time ago,

this is part of the original building.

You could be a bride of Christ too, Molly,

you've got the whole virgin thing going on.

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