The Haunted Christmas
It was December 24 and I was excited for Christmas. I couldn't wait so I intentionally knocked myself unconscious so I could sleep until Christmas. But when I woke up everything was strange.
I was in the living room, where the festivities were planned to be held. But the Christmas tree was brown and dead. The presents were covered in dust. The candy canes were eaten away by ants. I could hear a distorted version of a Christmas carol playing in the distance.
I got up and called for mom. No answer. I called for dad. No answer. I went into my room. The door had vanished, a wall of unpainted plaster replacing it. I banged against the non-door, but it just seemed as if the door had never been there.
I tried to leave the house, but the front door was locked. The lock mechanism was absent. I tried opening the windows, but the were sealed shut, and also indestructible. This was seriously spooky.
Having exhausted all other avenues, I turned my attention to the presents. I started by opening mine. I started with the smallest one, which only contained a scrap of paper. On it, in red ink, was "YOU".
I opened the second present, and inside was another scrap of paper. It read "ARE".
I opened the largest and final present. Inside was another scrap of paper and another box. The paper just had a 'D' on it. The box contained another scrap of paper and a box. The paper just had an 'E' on it. The box contained a scrap of paper and a box. The scrap of paper just had an 'A' on it. At this point I was too scared to open the final box. I just stared at it for hours. But no help seemed to be coming. I had no choice but to open the box and accept whatever was inside. My hands trembled as I reached towards the final box that was kept inside all of these boxes. I trembled with the force of a large earthquake as my hands grabbed the lid of the tiny box and lifted it...
The box was empty.
Credited to Someoneman
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