There are things in this world that should not exist, and
yet they do, and they always seem to find their way into the small town of
Wheaton. Maybe the town was built on an
old Indian burial ground, or maybe a hell mouth existed under the school. Most likely it was because of some of the
people who lived there.
One of those things that shouldn’t exist stood in the
parking lot of a building that housed two of those people. That thing looked innocent enough. It looked
like a little girl in a bright green dress, with a bright red cape. Standing in the snow she looked perfectly in
season, a child done up for the impending Christmas celebrations. But if you looked closely, really closely you
could tell there was something off about her.
It was in the way her smile seemed to pull too tight, and her eyes
glittered with something that could only be described as pure mischief.
That demon in little girl drag had a present for two of the
residents in that building. If the other
residents got in on the fun, then all the better. All she had to do was deliver her gift, and
that night was the perfect night to give those two naughty boys a very scary
present.
-*-
Bobby sat at the small kitchen table, the gifts he had
bought for everyone spread out in front of him.
The Christmas shopping never seemed to be all that hard for him, but the
wrapping was a different story. The
gifts he had gotten this year hadn’t helped any.
He was one of those people who enjoyed shopping with a
theme. One year it was toys, the other
books. This year it was sharp, stabby
things. In his line of work you could
never have enough sharp, stabby things.
As he hefted the battle axe off the table, wondering if he
had bought a gift bag big enough to conceal it, he could hear the little,
comforting voice inside his head pipe up.
“Who’s that for?” Juktha asked.
He turned the axe in his hand, his eyes examining the razor
sharp edge of the rounded blade. “Clare. She doesn’t have one, and she
constantly talks about how she wants one, so…”
“I don’t know how effective it would be on an actual demon.”
Juktha pushed forward a bit in his mind, expanding to his eyes, sharing his
vision.
“Oh, this isn’t for demons.” He put the axe down. “This is
for her husband. Apparently battle axes are one of her family’s secrets in
keeping a good marriage.”
“Huh…” Juktha looked at the axe again. “Makes sense.”
Picking up a red bow with an adhesive bottom he placed it on
the blade of the axe. “Perfect.” He glanced at the other weapons scattered across
the table. “Now, do you wrap a katana, or is that considered offensive?”
-*-
Kurt was pulling his grocery bags out of their car when he
spotted old Mrs. Whip trudging through the still unplowed parking lot of their
building. He ducked his head down,
hoping that the old biddy hadn’t seen him.
Although Mrs. Whip looked like the kindly old widow, inside
she was a nasty piece of work. Kurt
couldn’t believe that so much hate could live in one person, but every time he
had to deal with her, she proved that it was possible.
“You trying to hide from me, boy?” Her voice crackled
through the crisp winter air like electricity, and Kurt could feel his skin
begin to pucker into gooseflesh.
He stood up, all six feet four inches of him, holding a
large grocery bag in one hand. “Nope, just unloading the car.” He forced a
smile. “How’s your day going Mrs. Whip?”
“Goddam retards down at the grocery store still don’t have
my order in. Mailman is a dumbass who
always seems to drop my packages in the snow, I got weirdo faggots for
neighbors, and my hemorrhoids are acting up.” She glared at him. “I’m fucking
peachy.”
Kurt didn’t know if he should laugh or wince at the words
spilling out of her mouth. “Well,
nothing that a little egg nog and topical ointment couldn’t help. “Kurt
snatched up the last of the grocery bags and closed the car door. “I should be getting inside. My weirdo, faggot boyfriend gets worried if I
take too long.”
Without waiting for a reply from Mrs. Whip, Kurt started
into the building, not bothering to hold the door for her. She seemed to love to complain, so why not
just add one more thing to the list.
-*-
As the sun began to set on the little town of Wheaton
something began to stir under the snow. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but
the Little Demon Girl knew exactly what it was.
She had called on them, in fact.
A little green hat popped out of the snow mound in front of
her, then another, and another. Soon,
small, clawed hands were crawling their way out of the white, powdery mounds
that lined the parking lot, revealing pointed, smiling faces with rosy cheeks
and razor sharp teeth.
She clapped her hands at the sight of the little green and
red clad creatures.
“Elves,” she giggled. “It wouldn’t be Christmas without some
Elves!” She clapped her hands and pointed towards the apartment building. “Now
go, my little ones, and spread some holiday fear in the only way you know how.”
The little elves clapped their hands and stomped their bell
tipped feet. Oh, they would spread
Christmas fear all right, and as they gnashed their sharp little teeth and
sharpened their pointy little claws, they thought of all the ways they could
decorate a Christmas tree with human body parts.
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