#Christmas Horror Story

[allthingshorrorsstuff]

Merry Christmas Everyone🖤

My two favorite Christmas horror movies

[hannahwatcheshorror]

A CHRISTMAS HORROR STORY (2015)

I want to give this movie more stars but the logic of what is real and what isn't is too ridiculous. Basically 5 stories that don't even really interlock that tackle different sorts of paranormal or cryptid creatures but they add a “twist” that just discredits one whole story. The acting was pretty good and each segment could be its own short so I didn't have to watch the others but yeah. 

⭐⭐⭐

Changelings, ghosts/demons, and Krampus all exist, but NOT SANTA. Krampus is real, but not Santa. That had to be a fucking mental dude. No Santa. Fuck that. That is ridiculous.

[viggiq]

i worked briefly at a Christmas store in edinburgh

i was only allowed to play the one (and only) christmas album we sold in store

which was christmas carols on the bagpipe

and was less than 50mins long

i sometimes worked 12 hour shifts

now i love me some bagpipes

but i do NOT love

"Jingle Bell Reggae" on the bagpipes

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12 Fics of Christmas Day 4 - Kai Anderson

"Safe"

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Winter had one request from Kai, which was to keep their cheerful neighbor, reader, safe and out of all the cult business. Kai agrees, though he can't stand reader and her holiday cheer.

WARNINGS: language, brief violence

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Of course, he was a grinch.

Is it really that much of a shocker to realize Kai Anderson absolutely hated holidays? Especially Christmas. 

No, don’t be shocked. 

Kai Anderson hated Christmas with a burning passion, but there was one thing he hated more than Christmas. Well, one person. 

Y/N L/N. 

She was his neighbor across the street, and unlike him, she loved Christmas. Every year, she and her parents took the time to make their home into a little winter wonderland, something Kai was convinced had to be a fire hazard. An epileptic seizure waiting to happen. He had hoped when her parents struck gold (a lottery ticket win) and moved out, she would leave too, but of course, those assholes had to leave the house to her. 

He fucking hated her. 

Kai hated her, but his sister, Winter, for some reason, loved Y/N, thinking she was oh so cool and oh so sweet for whatever dumb reason. Winter liked her so much that one day she asked Kai a big question. 

“Hey, Kai?”

“Yeah?” he replied gruffly, glaring out the window. He held a steaming mug of coffee in hand, watching as Y/N began putting up Christmas lights. 

“I have a request,”

“And that is?” he scoffed, bringing the mug to his lips and blowing before taking a small sip of the bitter substance. 

Winter idly stepped next to him, “I believe, since you’re my big brother, you should grant immunity to a person of my choosing,” she began slowly, glancing at him to see his reaction. 

“What?” he laughed, though there was no humor. No smile, “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Like, keep them safe. From all of this,” she gestured around the home, in reference to the bustling cult members walking around. 

He shrugged in response, “Fine. Whatever. What harm can one person do? Who’ll it be?” 

And so Winter pointed out the window, and Kai grimaced. Y/N. Winter was pointing at Y/N. “Seeing her happy makes me happy. She’s contagious. Keep her alive. Please?” 

God fucking dammit. 

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Winter had gone off on her own business, Kai doing the same, however, a few hours later, he found himself looking out the window, eyes widening when he noticed Y/N, who he observed to be incredibly clumsy, on the roof of her house. 

Shit!

He came scuttering down the street, stopping when he was in her yard, “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!”

She looked down at him with that million dollar smile she always had,”Oh! Hey, Kai! I’m just decorating for the holiday season!”

“It’s not even December!” he groaned, “Get the fuck down before you fall!” 

“I’m fine,” she replied, waving him off, “Don’t you worry about me! You can go right back to what you were- eek!” she lost her footing, Kai immediately holding his arms out in efforts to catch her.

“Shit shit shit I told you-!” he sighed in relief as she found her balance, “Get the fuck down!”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, “Besides, someone’s gotta put up these inflatables!” 

“Don’t make me climb that ladder and bring you down here myself,” he threatened. 

She pouted, “The decorations need to go up!”

“Get your ass down here. I’ll fucking do it,” he found himself saying. 

And so he found himself securing an inflatable sleigh with inflatable reindeer and inflatable elves and an inflatable Santa, cursing to himself the whole time.

Why the fuck was he doing this? For Winter of course!

Why the fuck was he putting up fucking Christmas decorations? For Winter of course!

Why the hell didn’t he leave once he made sure Y/N was safe? For Winter of course!

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The next incident was a week later. 

A lengthy meeting had just ended in the basement, Kai scowling like usual when the doorbell rang. He was going to have one of his disciples answer, but something, he wasn’t sure what told him to. 

So he opened the door, scowl deepening when he noticed who it was. Y/N.

“Hey, Kai!” she exclaimed, wearing that same stupid bright smile, “I’m sorry to intrude in your home, but I was really wondering if I could use your oven? Something is wrong with mine and there’s no one available to look at it till tomorrow, but I have an event tomorrow I need to bake cookies for-” she babbled, stopping when he raised a hand to silence her. 

“No,” there was no fucking way he was going to let Little Miss Sunshine over here into his house with all of his disciples around. It then occurred to him she might try to use her own oven anyway and cause an accident that could harm her, or ask a different neighbor to use their oven and they turn out to be terrible people, doing something terrible to her.

Yes, he would have to do something about this. For Winter, of course. 

“I’ll look at your oven,” he said simply. 

“Really?” her eyes lit up, “Thank you, Kai! That would be great!”

And so he found himself grabbing his (his dad’s) toolbox, marching into her home and fixing her oven (with the help of a YouTube tutorial, he didn’t know what he was doing). He had planned to leave after that, but once he saw her trying to cut a stick of butter and almost knicking her finger, he then found himself taking the knife from her and cutting the appropriate amount for her. 

And then he found himself sitting at the island, watching her work the recipe as they talked. He was just making sure she was safe. For Winter. Yes. That’s what it was. 

That was all it was.

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Two weeks after that incident, around the middle of December, he was walking down a street, gloved hands shoved into his pockets, when he heard arguing. 

In curiosity, he made his way over, eyes narrowing when he noticed these two shrimpy looking guys all up in a girl’s business, tugging at her coat. Not just any girl, Y/N. Those fucking assholes. 

“Can you please leave me alone?” she asked quietly, letting out a squeak as one gripped her waist roughly. 

What the shit?

He didn’t even realize his feet were moving until he was grabbing at the guy and shoving him down, hands fisting the other’s shirt. He saw red. He didn’t know why he was so pissed, but he was pissed, punching the shit out of those two losers till he felt the soft touch of a hand on his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Y/N, sniffling, looking as vulnerable as ever. 

And he found himself putting his hands on her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes, “Are you okay?” 

She softly nodded, looking away, “Y-Yeah, just a bit shaken up, I guess? Thank you for helping me,”

“Of course, of course,” What the fuck was he doing? He was only this nice to people when he wanted something, that was it. “I’ll walk you home, c’mon,” 

And so he found himself walking down to their block, arm protectively around her shoulder and keeping her close. And when she nervously asked if he could stay with her for a bit, he found himself agreeing right away. 

What the fuck was he doing now? Why the fuck was he sitting on the couch scrolling through the channels on the TV while she made hot cocoa? Why the fuck was he accepting it with a little half-smile, allowing her to pick the movie? Why the fuck was he watchimg some stupid Christmas movie? 

Because he needed to make sure she was safe. Because Winter said so. Yes, of course. Of course that’s all it was. 

That was all it was. 

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When Christmas Eve rolled around, Kai was lounging by himself in the living room, Winter doing who knows what in her bedroom. 

He scrolled through the channels tiredly, trying to find a good fucking movie that wasn’t fucking Christmas movie, and of course, the doorbell had to ring.

Why wasn’t he surprised when he opened the door, finding Y/N L/N staring up at him with those gorgeous fucking eyes? 

“What is it?” he asked, already tapping his foot impatiently. 

“Hey, Kai!” she began, as cheerful as usual, “I’m hosting a Christmas dinner, and I noticed you and Winter are alone?” 

He chuckled quietly. This happened every single year. And every single year he slammed the door in her face and went back to the TV.

But this time, his thoughts began to whirl. 

Who was even at her house right now? What if there were some bad people in there willing to hurt her? Or what if something got caught on fire? 

He had to be there, to make sure Y/N was safe. For Winter, of course. 

And so he found himself getting his sister, allowing Y/N to lead them to her home. And he found himself seated next to her during the dinner. Fuck, he even laughed at one point. What the fuck was wrong wrong with him?

And then he found himself reaching under the table, taking her hand from her lap and lacing their fingers.

For Winter, of course.

Fucking bullshit.

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The next morning, the doorbell fucking rang again, and Kai let out a growl, stomping down the stairs and to the door. Swinging it open, already expecting some group of religious people trying to convert him to whatever, he was ready to snap.

Until he saw who it was. Y/N L/N. Fuck.

“Merry Christmas!” she chirped, holding out two carefully wrapped presents. One for him and one for Winter. 

This isn’t the first time this happened. She has gotten him and Winter Christmas presents before, and he of course got pissed and shooed her off. 

But not this time. 

Instead, he took the presents from her hands, lips curling ever so slightly into the ghost of a smile, “Thank you,” he felt like shit. Like every year, he didn’t get her a present. He never did. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N!” Winter exclaimed from behind, clamping a hand on Kai’s shoulder, “We got presents for you too. Why don’t you get them, Kai?” she said, batting her eyelashes at her brother in a very obvious way. 

Presents?

Hesitantly, Kai placed down the gifts Y/N had got them, making his way to where Winter was pointing at. Right on the counter, two wrapped gifts. Both addressed to Y/N, however, one was neatly wrapped with Winter’s name on it. The other was rather messy, stating it was from him. He smirked softly, Winter really made sure it looked like he had gotten the present for Y/N, getting his handwriting down and everything. 

And so he found himself handing Y/N the gifts, watching the way her eyes lit up. She looked so fucking cute.

So maybe he didn’t just keep her safe for Winter’s sake.

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Tags: @envy-of-greed @bohnerrific69 @loveofcherry

[evanpetersbf]

Santa baby, slip a Zabel under the tree, for me.. 🎀🎄

[violet4sblog]

Cold December days {start to freeze}

[casimirsstache]

If this isn't what Christmas morning is gonna look like... I'm gonna have a very big problem with people.

[niconation]

It's our countdown to Christmas! Only 2️⃣ days left!

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

"Sure looks like a GREAT BIG Merry Christmas!"

A Christmas card Vincent Price gave to his wife, Mary in the 50s.

[vizjpmdose]

"You should know, that I die slow.. Running through the halls of your haunted home."

Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call by Bleachers.

[wcnderlnds]

under the mistletoe | kit walker

CHRISTMAS ADVENT - DAY ONE

・❥・summary: kit tries to make christmas at briarcliffe a little more bearable.・❥・warnings: none!・❥・word count: 1k・❥・authors note: first christmas fic! i dont have specific days im gonna post these but hopefully at the very least every other day. you can be added to my taglist by filling this out!

Christmas at Briarcliffe was miserable to say the least. There was no festive spirit in the air, no decorations around the asylum minus a tree in the main foyer that the inmates barely got to see and a few string lights that had most of their bulbs broken. It was like they were trying to make everyone as miserable as possible. At this point it felt like happiness wasn’t even a real emotion anymore. The staff always made sure of that. A smile on someone’s face? No, they couldn’t have that. You had a theory that everyone who got hired was handed a rulebook with the number one rule to be to make sure everyone was as unhappy as they could possibly be. They were good at it, too. 

The only sliver of light in this dark prison went by the name of Kit Walker. That very first day he had sat down next to you in the common room the two of you had clicked instantly. As soon as you’d seen those dark brown eyes, you knew there wasn’t a malicious bone in the man’s body. How anyone could believe he was the infamous Bloody Face remained a mystery to you. He was sweet, kind and he always protected you. In a place like Briarcliffe you needed someone watching out for you. He had your back and you had his. An unstoppable duo.

It wasn’t just friendship, though. The lingering touches, the stolen hugs meant there was so much more between you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t act on it. The staff were always watching. It was a risk even hugging — you had been caught one time, Kit had taken the blame and received punishment. That was just the type of person he was. Always making sure no harm came to you. Words had never been spoken of what lingered between you but they didn’t need to be. His eyes told you everything you needed to know. 

“I don’t want to watch this stupid movie,” you grumbled, shifting in the hard wooden chair. It was movie night. Sister Jude had chosen the same movie - the only movie - she ever allowed anyone to watch. It was getting to the point where you could probably do a one man show of it.

”Me either,” Kit mumbled, leaning in close to whisper his next words in your ear. “Try to sneak out in about ten minutes. Got a surprise for you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the anticipation of what was to come coursing through your veins. What did he have planned? What could he even surprise you with in this place? Whatever it was, you knew you’d love it. If Kit had taken the time and the risk to do something for you then you knew it was special. As you sat there, your foot tapping on the ground impatiently, Kit got up from his seat. You watched from the corner of your eye as he spoke to the guard and was soon let out of the room. This must be the signal.

To make it less suspicious you waited a good few minutes before getting up yourself. Your hand wrapped around your stomach as you spoke to the guard that was on duty. All you had to say was you had cramps and no questions were asked; you were allowed to head to the bathroom. Now, where had Kit gone?

Walking the usual, familiar way to the bathroom, you almost shrieked when a hand grasped around your wrist and pulled you into an empty room. Kit’s hand covered your mouth just in case. Getting caught would ruin his whole surprise. “Hey, shush, suga’, it’s just me.”

The sound of his voice calmed you immediately. “Idiot, I thought someone was trying to kill me.”

Kit only grinned. The hand that was around your wrist slid down to your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours. No matter how many times he touched you, the electricity you felt at his skin on yours was still a surprise. Never in your life had you felt something like this for anyone. Is this what love was? Was it even possible to fall in love in this place? But, as Kit looked at you, you knew it was. You had fallen hard and fast for the beautiful man holding your hand. “Close your eyes.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, no questions asked. Trusting Kit was the easiest thing you could do. You heard the sound of rustling then felt Kit move a step closer. His next words were spoken quietly. “Open ‘em.”

As your eyes opened and acclimated to your surroundings again, your gaze flittered up to see Kit holding his arm above you, mistletoe hanging between you in his fingers. A small gasp passed your lips as you saw the fond smile on his face. “Kit… how did you….?”

”Saw some of the old boxes of decorations around when they were putting the tree out so did a little digging when nobody was looking and grabbed this. It’s not much but I remember you telling me how much you love Christmas and how unhappy you were about not feeling in the festive spirit. I had to do somethin.” His words hit you straight in the heart. It felt as if you could burst and at his next words, you were certain you were about to. “Besides, doll, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a real long time. So, what’d you say? I’ve heard that it’s bad luck to not kiss under the mistletoe.”

”Well then, I don’t think either of us need any more bad luck,” you stepped up on your tiptoes, your lips inching forward. Kit closed the distance, his soft lips meeting yours. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. The mistletoe dropped to the floor as his over arm engulfed your back. Your arms rested around his neck, lips moving together in perfect sync. It felt like magic. Like this was all you needed to get your Christmas spirit back. Very, very reluctantly Kit pulled away. He admired your swollen lips and the reddening of your cheeks as his eyes found yours once again. “Merry Christmas, suga’. When we get out of here, I’ll give you the proper Christmas you deserve.”

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[kitwalker02]

Merry Christmas!🥀💀🖤

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12 Fics of Christmas Day 7 - Tate Langdon

"Stuffed Animal"

Words: 1k

Summary: Tate and reader go to a Westfield High winter event.

CONTENT WARNINGS: quick suggestive comment, alive!tate

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“...I don’t want to be here,” 

She rolled her eyes, giving her boyfriend a look as they stood hand-in-hand in the long line of Westfield High School students, “We just got on line,”

“There are a lot of people here,” Tate replied, looking down at his feet. He tried to give off a dark and mysterious vibe, always acting like the people around him were nuisances. When Y/N really got to know Tate though, she immediately found out it was a facade. He was a complete sweetheart, a sensitive guy. Yes, he did dislike most people, but she had a feeling it was for some underlying reason. 

With her, though, he was incredibly lovely. Always rushing to her side when she needed him, doing things some would deem strange just to make her smile. He knew her so well. 

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Y/N told him gently, squeezing his hand. 

“The music is really loud,”

“You love loud music,” 

“This is different,” he pouted, shuffling with her as the line moved, “I can feel it in my ribs. And it’s Christmas music. I don’t like Christmas music,”

Tate was the average holiday enjoyer. He’ll watch a few Christmas movies, he’ll decorate a bit, will definitely make cookies if that meant eating them, small stuff like that. Fully engrossing himself in the holiday cheer was not his thing. He was only here for Y/N.

“Rockin’ around the Chrismas tree…” Y/N began to shout-sing, making him wince and pout further, “...at the Christmas party hop…” A few people around them began to sing as well, making Tate groan. 

“Can’t we just go back to your place and hang out?” he mumbled. He always preferred more quiet and intimate dates where it was just the two of them. 

“Babe,” she sighed, “This is only for three hours,” They were at their school’s annual Winter Wonderland, a simple, cute event with little activities. No big deal. 

He leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder, “Three hours we could spend cuddling in bed,” 

Finally, they got to the front of the line and Tate handed over their tickets. Grinning, Y/N dragged him off to the first booth in the courtyard: hot cocoa!

“This is so cute!” she said excitedly, happily gazing along the courtyard. There were inflatable animals like polar bears and penguins wearing cute little scarves and hats, even fake snow being projected into the air, which Tate kept swatting at when it would get too close to his face. Taking out her disposable camera, she nudged him so he would look at her, “Photo?”

He immediately leaned forward and smiled for the camera. As annoyed as he was, he still wanted her to be happy. Y/N snapped the photo, giggling when he pressed a kiss to her cheek for another, which she took. 

“This hot cocoa better taste phenomenal,” he said, playfully poking her side as one of the volunteers poured him some in a small cup. 

Getting her cup, Y/N replied, “Be grateful,” Tate put a generous glob of whipped cream onto his drink before doing the same for her. “Thank you,” 

“Now what would you like to do?” he asked her before gently blowing on his drink. 

“Hmmmm,” she quickly scanned the courtyard again before her eyes lit up, pointing at a booth across from them, “Stuffed animals! Cmon cmon cmon cmon-”

Next thing he knew, he was being dragged off again, laughing at Y/N’s adorable excitement. “Slow down, we’re going to spill our drinks!”

With a groan, she slowed down to a normal walk before they were directly in front of the table, “Ah! We get to stuff them ourselves!”

A devious smirk appeared on Tate’s face, and she already knew a dirty joke was coming, “See, if we had stayed at your place, I’m sure I could have been stuffing something else-”

“-Must you always ruin the holiday magic by thinking with your dick?” she scoffed playfully, before looking back at the table. The volunteer, a teacher, was giving her a look. “Sorry,” 

Tate chuckled under his breath, draping an arm around Y/N’s waist as she carefully looked at every option. “How about we make one for each other?” he suggested. 

“Yes! Okay! I’ll make one for you!” she immediately agreed. 

The two of them began making their stuffed animals. Tate picked a husky for Y/N with a green and red scarf, grinning to himself as he grabbed the little heart to put inside. 

“Want to make a recording on it?” asked the volunteer, “So when she squeezes it, she’ll hear a message?”

When the two finished, Y/N proudly presented to him a siberian tiger with a little shirt: black with a guitar in the middle, “It’s so you,” she said proudly. 

Tate smiled as she handed it to him, giving him her own, “It is. This little guy definitely listens to Nirvana. I can smell the teen spirit,” 

“Me too!” she giggled, hugging the cat to her chest. She gasped when she heard a voice come from the small creature, “Oh! You recorded something?” she brought it to her ear, squeezing it again. 

Her eyes widen when she heard Tate’s voice come from it saying, “I love yooooou,”

“Did I hear right…?” she mumbled to herself, squeezing it again. Yes, she was right. He just said he loved her. Holy crap! “You… love me?” 

He nodded with a soft smile, dimples showing as he took her hand, “Yes, I do. A lot. I’ve known for a while now.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, a huge grin appearing on her face, “I put a recording in yours too!”

“Yeah?” he squeezed the little tiger, hearing a familiar three words. Y/N’s voice, saying a confident, “I love you,”

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Tags: @envy-of-greed @loveofcherry @bohnerrific69

[thatdoodlebug]

van helsing and drac posing for their hallmark christmas film cover.

film summary:

undead guy meets workaholic professor.

can true love melt undead's black heart? and can it also help workaholic professor discover that there is more to life than work?

maybe love will find a way at christmas time for vampires and vampire hunters alike

[batterycityghoul]

12 Days of Horrormas: Day 8 - AHS: Unholy Night

[ahsgirlblogger]

i got these dvds <3