"Christmas Killer" Creepypasta by RuckusQuantum

Tomorrow, the day the kids long waited for was coming, Christmas Day. In the silent night, John was awakened in the middle of his deep slumber. He went down his bed, grabbed his thick and furry jacket hung on the ripped floral-wallpapered walls, then walked out of his room, going downstairs, where the floorboard creaking sound was coming from. The noise gave the kid goosebumps, and the kid was shivering because of the terror and chill he felt rushing up to his spine.

He was standing still above the nearly-collapsed wooden stairs, when he saw a fat, round, red figure standing in front of the Christmas tree. He was carrying a large box covered with Christmas ornaments and artworks, tied with a crimson ribbon, forming a bow-tie shape. Behind the figure's back was a huge black bag, seemingly heavy. Above the figure's head was a red, upside-down cone hat, with a fluffy cotton ball on its tip.

Before he was able to shout in joy, the figure spoke with empathy and sorrow.

"I thought children didn't believe in me, but you still do. You're a great fanatic of me, but that reason is not enough. I'm doing this to avoid the true rumors of my existence from spreading all over the world. I have done this countless times; I hope this is my last.

"You have already seen me, so John, I'm sorry, but I need to kill you. A mystery must remain a mystery."
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