'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Well, except for little Jimmy that is. You don't really believe kids go to bed without looking for Santa do you? Or at least trying to get a glimpse. I mean come on, what kid isn't interested in a magical man who gives them presents? Well, Jimmy was that's for sure. Anyway,

Jimmy quietly snuck out of his bed. Ran to the hallway, and all of the sudden his heart filled with dread when he knocked over a lamp. He didn't pick it up, oh no. He just ran away instead. Hidden behind Grandma's old desk, he held his breath and hoped for the best. He waited for a minute or two, until deciding what to do. With no sign of his mother, awaking from the clatter.

He crept down stairs...and felt his heart shatter. No presents were left under his tree. "Santa, didn't leave anything for me."He slouched on the couch in utter defeat. "Don't worry, boy. You'll get your treat." Jimmy looked around, trying to figure out who made the eerie sound. But it seemed as if nothing was there. 'It's just my mind giving me a scare." He thought. Jimmy quickly learned that was not the case. His eyes widened and his heart started to race. "Mama?" He whispered in utter despair. The voice then said " she's over there." Jimmy looked around the room for a clue, a trace. His eyes scanned his surroundings and then her saw her face. Beaten and bruised, and Jimmy..poor Jimmy was so confused. His mom looked up, and with all of her strength she said. "Run, Jimmy! Get out of the place." Jimmy was in tears, he kissed his mom on the cheek and said goodbye real quick.

"Where the Hell do you think you're going you little shit?" Jimmy held his breath and ran for it. Jimmy didn't get too far, and what he saw next would certainly scar. Blood splattered and battered across the room, Jimmy screamed and cried, his voice filled with gloom. The shouts of the little boy made the evil man fume. Those very screams lead Jimmy to his doom. The mess what was made couldn't be cleaned up with merely a broom. Now my friends, we are safe to assume, Jimmy is still angry and he has souls to consume.