WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 

Blood. That was the one thing the child could never forget that night. How it dripped from the fingertips of his deranged mother; how her cold, blue eyes stared at the disfigured body by the fireplace. But the one that brought a terrifying shiver down his spine was how she smiled at her grotesque work. 

The light from the blazing fire revealed how she gently placed her soiled fingers on the tip of her slightly opened mouth down to her chin. Her eyes closed as she savored the warm feeling of her victim's blood on her pale skin. 

The little boy remained immobilized. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed. If it were a dream, he thought, he wishes to wake from this nightmare. Mom? He whispered to himself, but at the same time he hoped his voice wasn't heard. He got up slowly and quietly went back into his room. 

Once he was settled into the safe haven of his own bed, the door suddenly swings open, causing him to quickly place the blanket over his head. Please, oh please. The little boy prayed. His heartbeat started to accelerate as the footsteps drew closer. She sat down at his bedside and caressed the innocent child's hair. She kissed him good night and left the room, leaving a very terrified child.

12 Hours Earlier

Most kids would be excited for Christmas, but Adan. Every year, his parents would have an argument on ridiculous matters. There are times when it would make the child curious on what the two would argue about, but he tries to remind himself that it was never his business to "pry" on adult issues as what his mother would always say.

His only wish to Santa Clause was for his parents to get along at least for just one Christmas, but not one wish came true. As the years quickly pass, he came to a realization that probably Santa doesn't exists and he never has. That was when he grew bitterly distant from his parents and today was another one of those days where he does his best to avoid them before their meaningless argument happens.

Right when he was about to leave home, his aunt happens to be standing outside the door. "Hey, Adan! It's been a while!" Her arms flew wide open to hug the 12 year old boy. Adan gladly accepts the loving gesture. It had been 3 years since he's last seen his aunt and he quietly sighs in relief knowing that this Christmas wouldn't be so bad this time around. 

Suddenly, angry voices could be heard from the kitchen and his aunt slips in to see what was going on. She shook her head and turns to the innocent child. "They're at it again, huh." The boy nodded in response. "Here, why don't you go get something nice for yourself and hang out with your friends for a bit before joining us for dinner." She grabs a fifty dollar bill from her wallet and hands it over to him. "Merry Christmas, Adan."

The biggest smile formed on the child's face as the bill was placed gently in his hands. "Thank you, aunt Mimi!" He hugs her before leaving. Mimi waves at his nephew and once he was far from sight, the smile that was on her face moments ago grew into pity. She makes her way into the kitchen, trying to convince the two to stop arguing.

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Is this what it's going to be like every year?" She lectured at the two.

"Well, Jonas started it!" Her little sister declared.

"Started what, exactly? All I ever wanted was to give Adan the Christmas he's never had!" He turns his back, leaving his wife and sister in law in the kitchen.

"The nerve of that man!" The wife yells. It wasn't the fact that their arguments went on for the past 12 years that bothered Mimi, but it was the way she stabbed the thawed chicken next to the kitchen sink. She jumped at the sight.

Mimi approaches her little sister and rubs her gently on the back. She waited for her to calm down so that the two can have a proper talk, and once Nica did, she finally spoke up. "Jonas is right, Nica. Don't you notice how Adan is growing distant from the both of you? If this continues, it might destroy your family." She says while hugging her little sister for comfort. The two were inseparable since they were children and today was no different. Mimi swore on her life that she will always be by Nica's side.

Nica's eyes were filled with fury as she reminisces on the day their family fell apart during her early childhood years. She, too, swore that her family will always stay together and she intends to keep that promise.

11:52 pm The Night of Christmas Eve

This white Christmas was as beautiful as it is every year. Jonas, despite his wife's wishes, wore the Santa Clause costume in hopes to surprise his one and only son. He knew of the troubled childhood days where Nica, at the time, caught their mother having an affair with a man in the Santa costume. That was the start of her hate towards anything involving the Christmas cheer. He pitied her, but he thought that it didn't give her the right to strip the child from his happiness so for that, he chose to do something very special for the boy. Something he's never had: a present.

Right before Adan went to bed, Jonas left a note on his bed to come meet him before midnight for a little surprise. It got him excited. Finally, his son will have the Christmas he deserves, he thought.

Once he was done fitting into his Santa costume, he looked in the mirror and let out a hearty laugh. "I look pretty good for an big, old man." He squints his eyes as soon as he noticed a nearly hidden figure hiding behind him, lurking in the darkness.

"Why are you here?" The upset figure whispered in a deadly tone. Jonas turns around to see his once beautiful wife turning into some sort of demon that only appears in nightmares. The eyes that used to twinkle with love was replaced with a lethal stare. It was like a predator carefully watching the next move of his prey. The blood-lust does not go unnoticed in those once captivating blue eyes of hers. She slowly approaches her husband in a stiff manner.

"Hon, what are you doing up? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Jonas talks calmly to his wife despite the intense atmosphere between them. He slowly backs away as soon as he felt a strange vibe coming from his wife.

Emotions were all over the place. Nica was angry, yet at the same time, she lets out a silent cry. Her face was nearly covered by her messy brunette hair.

Jonas took a closer look at what was hidden behind those messy waves, but he carefully distanced himself from his wife because of his unexplainable feeling towards her. Her nose was red and face was moist not just from the cries she created, but from the trail of sweat that slowly dripped from her forehead. Her complection was pale as she continued to stare at her husband in the Santa Clause costume. It was a look as if she saw a ghost, and indeed, she did. "I killed you a long time ago."

After hearing such horrid thing coming out of his wife's mouth, there was a twisted gut feeling telling him that it's time to go. "What are you talking about, Nica?" Jonas tried to sound superior over his wife in hopes to snap her out of her lunatic state, but his dominance was taken over as soon as he felt an intense and painful sensation right above his groin.

A smirk forms right on her face as she exams the pain that Santa must be feeling right in front of her.

The enjoyment that she was having remained inconspicuous by the suffering man before her. She enjoyed how her husband's face went from a very normal state, to pain and agony, and to what looks like he will lose his breath some time soon. But she wanted more than pain and agony. She wanted Santa to suffer and understand how she felt when she and her older sister, Mimi, witnessed such vile act during the night of Christmas Eve 37 years ago. Her mother only belonged to her father and no other man.

That was when she thought the job was done when she killed Santa by the fire place, but to her disappointment, he was alive and well. Well, for now that is, she thought. She approached her husband who was laying on the floor, holding the wound in hopes that he would get it to stop bleeding. "Nica, please. It's me. Your husband." His voice shook while trying to convince his wife to stop this madness, but to his dismay, it didn't stop there.

Nica approaches him with a knife on hand, stabbing him directly at the stomach. His eyes grew wide. Blood trickled down his mouth and overflowed from the abdomen as she twists the knife inside his body.

As if she had an adrenaline rush, she takes out the knife and forcefully stabs him again right at the chest. Jonas' eyes rolled to the back of his head and falls to his death, but Nica felt completely unsatisfied. With all her might, she rips open the dead man's chest, places her hands on the delicate lifeless heart, and squeezes it. Little did she know, the most innocent eyes witnessed her cruel act from upstairs.

As soon as she was done with her horrendous work of art, she went upstairs wanting to kiss her son good night. She approaches his room door, noticing that her little angel was fast asleep.

After her visit in his room, Nica decided to go back to the living room to get rid of the mess that took place. Once she descends from the stairs, a figure stood near the body. It was her older sister. "Monica. What have you done!" She panics.

"Mimi." She smiles innocently at her only sister. "Don't worry. Santa will never break our family apart. I made sure of that."

Mimi sobs as soon as she realizes that her little sister has lost her sanity again as she did 37 years ago. "No. No, no, no Monica! No!" She yells.

Nica quickly approaches her sister, worried. "Amy? What's wrong?" She calls her by her real name.

"Monica, you need help again." Amy grabs her little sister by the hand assuringly.

The sound of sirens surrounded their house and a knock on the door was made. "This is the police! Open up!" They both stared at the door. Amy gets up to answer it.

Nica grabs her arm. "Wait, sis. What is going on?" Asked the very anxious woman. Amy forcefully pulls away quickly, terrified of what her little sister could do to her. She approaches the door, letting the officers in to arrest Monica.

Monica stood there in shock as one of the cop handcuffs her. "Wait, why are you doing this to me, Amy? Why?" She yells and tries to fight the cops, but they managed to hold her down.

Amy couldn't hold it anymore. She breaks down right in front of her sister. As soon as she quickly calmed herself, Amy wanted to remind her sister about the horrible times that happened in the past. "Nica, the man you killed 37 years ago wasn't just any man. The man that you killed was our father and now you are letting the same thing happen right now to your family. Nica, you killed your husband." She croaked.

"What?" Monica was flabbergasted at the revelation as her sister removes the Santa Clause disguise revealing her now dead husband. It was deja vu all over again.

While cops escorted her out of the building, her son witnessed his own mother being taken away. Amy quickly tried to block the child from the gore that was right in front of him, but it was too late. Adan stared at the lifeless body that was his father. So it was true, he thought. His mother did indeed murdered his father.

As the years went on, Monica remained in a mental institute. Amy prayed everyday, hoping that his sister would finally get better, but there was still no luck. She still remained in her little world thinking that on the night on Christmas Eve had never happened.