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More importantly however, being three years younger than me, he was still very much a believer. My flat denials of the existence of Santa Claus only served as a challenge to him, and he was determined to prove otherwise.
We were heading up the stairs to bed when he got my attention. "Stay up with me!
I sighed. "I’d rather just get some sleep Chris,
"Oh, come on sis!
I must have made a disgusted face, because Chris laughed, gave a mischievous grin and said, "Well, what’s it going to be Mrs. Henderson? Are we gonna catch Santa in the act or not?
Mrs. Henderson was my 4th grade teacher and I despised the old crone with a passion. Chris knew how to push my buttons.
"All right short stuff, you’re on,
Chris’ eyes flashed with excitement at the wager. "I’ll take that bet!
So we went to our rooms to wait for our parents’ turn to go to bed. After the lights downstairs went out, I waited about a half hour just to make sure they were asleep, and I crept out of my bed and snuck my way downstairs. I saw that there was a light on in the living room. Chris was sitting casually near the fireplace.
"What took you so long?
"I waited for mom and dad to get to sleep, idiot,
With an unceremonious plop, I sat down on the couch, directly in front of the fireplace. "So how do you expect to stay up the entire night?
"I imagine I’ll figure it out,
I’m not sure how long we waited there for the so-called St. Nick to appear, but Chris looked almost ready to doze off when we were shocked awake by something that must have been large and heavy hitting the roof. After a short pause there was a sound of shuffling and the scraping of feet. I was sure I heard the ringing of little bells.
"Oh man!
For a moment I wondered why mom and dad weren’t awoken by any of this, all this racket was enough to wake the dead, but that train of thought stopped when chimney soot started sprinkling down into the fireplace.
Chris dashed over to me and shook my shoulders. "What did I tell you? He’s real! He’s real!
Unlike Chris, I didn’t think there was any supernatural explanation behind this strange occurrence. I was convinced it was a burglar finding their way in through unconventional means. I sat stiffly staring at the fireplace for a few moments unsure of what to do, until I rose and dived underneath the couch to hide.
"What are you doing?
"Get down!
Chris opened his mouth to protest but a voice let out a grunt from the chimney, and it spooked him enough to find a spot of his own. He hid behind dad’s large leather lounge chair in the corner.
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I wanted to call out to him, to tell him to stay right where he was, that these two were strangers, that there was no way to tell what would happen once they knew we were there, but that would have given us both away. It’s not like he wouldn’t have listened to me either. How many kids out there can’t help but trust Santa Claus?
"
At this both Santa and his elf turned to find Chris standing in the middle of the room. Both had this faux expression of surprise that only served to unsettle me further.
"Waiting up for us I see,
"Yeah!
"And it seems you have.
"Oh man, I’ve got so many questions!
"All in good time,
As for the elf, she had lost all color in her face. She made no move whatsoever as the two sat together, but her expression was enough to tell me that something horrible was about to happen.
"I knew you were real! I just knew it!
"They won’t Chris,
"Huh? Why not?
Santa laughed a deep, evil laugh that was too much unlike his usual ‘ho, ho, ho.’ "Do you honestly think that you’ve been the only one to ever see me? That throughout history, the many little children of the world haven’t done the same as you?
Chris shifted uncomfortably in the man’s lap. "I guess not.
"You see Chris,
The excitement in Chris’ face was all but gone now. He was finally starting to get it.
"The children who seek me out always want something,
Throughout this conversation, the elf began to gather the gifts they had brought with a hint of reluctance. She even managed to make the cookies Santa ate magically reappear. She was ridding the house of any evidence of their presence.
Santa’s hand squeezed Chris’ shoulder tightly. "I’m always looking for more helpers,
My brother’s face turned to an expression of absolute fear. He now realized his fatal error.
"You are not the first,
Turning to his elf Santa barked out a command, "Annabelle! It’s time! Change him now!
"No! Pl-please, I-
Santa gave her a cruel look of distain and waved his hand towards her in an odd way. I was horrified to see the elf suddenly start clawing frantically at her face, digging her nails into her own skin. She screeched in pain, unable to stop harming herself. Santa waved his hand again, releasing her from her torture. Her face was now covered in scratches and dripping with blood.
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Chris screamed and dove off his lap, trying to rush out of the room, but the old man made another strange wave with his hand and Chris stopped in his tracks. As if possessed, my brother turned around to face him, his eyes wide with fear. He was under that awful man’s control.
"Don’t you see? It’s too late for you now!
With a smug grin Santa looked to his companion. "I should really start having you all wear red,
The elf let out a heavy sob and looked up to my terrified brother. "I’m sorry,
It took some time for my sight to recover, but when it did I saw the Chris I knew was disappearing before me. His whole body looked like it was melting before my eyes; unnecessary flesh falling away and reshaping itself. When the transformation was over, he was shorter and squatter. His ears came out to sharp points; his nose was round and flush as if he had been out in the cold. Even his clothes had changed to a uniform similar to Santa’s companion-only red this time. His new elf appearance was a caricature of his former self.
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