#creepy christmas

[j0celynh0rr0r]

my heart is haunted

[real-housewife-of-transylvania]

[clandestinewhore]

[deafeningladyruins]

Decorating the Christmas Tree

The festive spirit had seeped into every corner of their hidden sanctuary. The carnival, often a place of eerie silence, now buzzed with a unique kind of warmth and joy. Art the Clown and his beloved had decided to bring a touch of Christmas magic into their lives by decorating a Christmas tree together. One chilly evening, they dragged a beautiful, slightly crooked tree into their cozy living space. It was perfect in its imperfections, just like their relationship. Art, ever the silent clown, wore his signature smile and a playful glint in his eye. She had found a box of decorations, each ornament a piece of a long-forgotten story waiting to be retold.

"Ready to make this tree shine, Art?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Art nodded eagerly, his enthusiasm contagious. They started by stringing popcorn garlands, their fingers brushing occasionally, sending little sparks of happiness through her. As they worked, Art's playful nature came to the fore. He couldn't resist juggling a few ornaments, making her laugh with his antics. Next, it was time for the lights. She handed Art the string of colorful Christmas lights, and he began to wrap them around the tree. However, his playful side got the better of him, and soon enough, he found himself tangled in the lights. He made exaggerated, comical attempts to free himself, his smile never faltering.

"Art, you're hopeless!" she giggled, coming to his aid.

Art's eyes twinkled with amusement as he stood there, a clown in a cocoon of Christmas lights. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Her heart swelled with affection as she carefully untangled him, her touch gentle and loving.

"Hold still," she instructed, her fingers deftly working to free him. "You're like a mischievous child."

Art's expression softened, and in that moment, she saw the depth of his feelings for her. As the last of the lights were unwrapped, she impulsively leaned in and kissed him. It was a sweet, tender kiss, filled with gratitude for the joy he brought into her life.

"Thank you for always making me smile," she whispered against his lips.

Art's response was a silent, heartfelt embrace. They stood there, entwined in each other's arms, the lights casting a magical glow around them. With the lights finally in place, they stepped back to admire their handiwork. The tree sparkled with color, each light reflecting a little piece of their shared happiness.

"Now for the ornaments," she said, picking up a delicate glass bauble.

Together, they carefully hung each ornament, sharing stories and creating new memories with every piece they placed. Art's meticulous nature balanced her impulsiveness perfectly, and they worked in harmony. The tree gradually transformed into a beautiful tapestry of their love, each decoration a testament to their journey together. Finally, it was time for the star. Art lifted her onto his shoulders, and she placed the star atop the tree, its golden light shining down on them. She climbed down and turned to Art, her eyes shining with joy.

"It's perfect," she said, taking his hand.

Art's smile widened, and he pulled her into another embrace. They stood before their masterpiece, the warmth of the moment wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. The tree, with its twinkling lights and lovingly placed ornaments, was more than just a decoration it was a symbol of their love and the life they had built together. As the evening wore on, they cuddled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over them. The tree's lights cast a soft glow, illuminating their faces and filling the room with a sense of peace and contentment. Art rested his head on her shoulder, and she stroked his hair gently, her heart full of love.

They sat there, basking in the quiet joy of the holiday season, knowing that no matter what the world threw at them, they would always have each other. In their hidden sanctuary, amidst the remnants of a forgotten carnival, they had found a place where their hearts could be free a place where even the darkest souls could find light and love.

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Good evening, sorry I’m late I was trying to catch my breakfast 🍷, I hope all of you have a jolly Christmas.

[dendrilart]

This is a Schnabelperchten, an entity local to the Rauris Valley in Austria. They’re similar to Perchten, serving as motivators for good behavior. In the Schnabelperchten’s case, they come to check you’ve kept your home tidy. If it’s not, they have huge shears to enact their punishment and cut open your stomach to ‘clean’ you out! ✂️🧹💨

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[s4f3h4v3n]

I think next year needs to be Creepypasta Christmas

[deathbydyingpod]

You come home for the holidays – no one is there. The whole neighborhood’s a ghost town. Snow suffocates the street in deathly silence. The same Christmas song plays on the radio, over and over. The snowmen watch you, knowing, smiling… it's the Gothic Vibes of December.

[sushisusii]

😈You better watch out, i'm coming for all you naughty ones

[creepycoolxmashorror]

Santa Claws

[j0celynh0rr0r]

It’s that time of year🎅🏻

[witchyfashion]

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[rasalo]

Loop + sound loop

[mummym6]

Oh Santa....

[ayresart]

Creepmas Gingerbread Cookies? Don’t mind if I do 🍪

I’m obnoxiously proud of how the gingerbread cookie base has come out

[toruandmidori]

It’s beginning to look a lot like… the end of the f*cking world. 

Go down grinning with our range of dystopian, demonic, dark humor Christmas coffee mugs.

Featuring bleak mid-winter messages, Satanic Santas and unsettling seasonal slogans.

They’re the perfect Christmas gift for doomer pals this holiday season.

Check out the whole range here, individual links below: 

OBEY

HIS SANTANIC MAJESTY

CONSUME

ALWAYS WATCHING

HAIL SANTA

SANTA IS LORD

[thruhaliasart]

The Mari Lwyd is a South Wales wassailing folk custom dating back to at least 1880, consisting of a hobby horse with a real horse skull mounted on a pole, carried by someone hidden beneath a sackcloth. The end result is so delightfully creepy that I of course had to try my hand at it. Merry Christmas! Drawn with metallic gold calligraphy ink with a paintbrush and dip pen, Prismacolor pencils, white gel pen and Copic markers on smooth Bristol board with just a tiny bit of digital tweaking. I had a *lot* of fun with this.