It was Christmas Eve; I was laying on my bed, trying to fall asleep. The wind was blowing strong. I heard a tapping on my window. I pulled aside my curtain to see a shadow in the shape of a tree branch hitting the glass pane. When I looked closer, I saw that it was antlers. I opened my blinds and stared into the eyes of a reindeer. But it wasn't any reindeer; it was Rudolph. There was something different about his nose.
It was bleeding.
His eyes had an evil gleam in them. He continued to tap on my window until it shattered. I jumped away from the broken glass. My eyes widened as he stepped into my room.
"Anna," he said.
"You can talk? H-how do you know my name...?" I asked.
"Santa knows everyone's name." I had stopped believing in Santa when I was eight; I thought I was dreaming. "Do you know why his suit is red? Do you know why my nose is red?!"
"Santa's not the sweet, gift-giver, child-lover guy he seems to be. He's a stalker-"
"I figured that part out by myself."
"As most teens do. As I was saying, he's a stalker, and a murderer. His suit is red to hide the blood. On Christmas Eve, he flies around the world in his sleigh, killing some, and giving to others. He'll be here soon..."
"So why are you in my room?" I was slightly freaked out, but I still didn't believe it was real.
"Ever since I went on my first run on Christmas Eve, I've been warning the people he's going to kill. I'm here to tell you that you're going to die."
I stared at him. There's no way Santa could murder me...could there? I thought to myself. "H-how does he kill people...?"
"Do you know why he has a beard? It's to hide the scar on his neck from the children. He decapitates people." I heard footsteps on my roof. "It's him! Run for your life, please!" He flew out my window.
I heard him coming up the stairs. With a rush of adrenaline running through my veins, I jumped out my window and onto the front porch roof. I looked back to see him holding a leather strand with bells sewn onto it and climbing onto the roof. I jumped to the ground, landing hard on the grass. I picked myself up and sprinted away. I ran down the block, not knowing what to do. Looking back, I didn't see him. When I turned back to what was ahead of me, he was in front of me.
"Anna. You're not on my naughty list. You're not on my nice list. You're on my kill list, and you're at the top." He raised his leather strap and swung down. I ducked and took off in the opposite direction. He was in front of me again. "You can't escape your fate." He picked me up by my neck with an iron grip and raised his leather strap again. "Bye, Anna." He swung.
I woke up screaming. It was just a dream... I thought. Just...a dream...
I got one present from Santa. It was a note saying, "I'll see you next year..." I looked in the mirror to see five bruises on my neck, the exact shape of his fingertips where he held my neck last night.
If Rudolph the Blood-Red Nosed Reindeer comes knocking on your window next year, RUN