PART 1:
Christmas is a fun time of year, especially for the kids. But for some, it’s filled with sadness, fear and dread. Tommy is one of those boys who knows all too well the evil of Christmas. Tommy is now 35 years old, but will never forget when at only 6 years old, he sadly stopped believing in Santa, or not to mention the dammed elf on the shelf.
It all started out, as usual, a great Christmas season, lots of chocolate, candy, and presents starting to appear wrapped under the Christmas tree, the house smelled like Christmas. Tommy’s mom even got the family an elf on the shelf. Tommy and his younger sister Jessica who was only 3 years old at the time was so excited at first to see the joyful ways the Elf moved from room to room doing things around the house every night. They couldn’t wait to get out of bed to see what/where the Elf would be. The funny ways the Elf would be hiding in the fridge, the cereal box, he was even surrounded with chocolate and marshmallows one morning brushing his teeth with Dad’s toothbrush. Tommy and Jessica laughed so hard that morning.
Mom and Dad used to fight from time to time about the usual things, like money and Dad’s drinking, so when the Elf started to do things a little mischievously like sitting in the nativity scene. At first glance it was funny, then you realized the Elf was sitting in the crib where Jesus lays, and on the floor in front of the fireplace was the Jesus porcelain figure broken into a million pieces, or at least seemed like that many. Of course, Mom and Dad blamed each other. Mom seemed to win that argument since everyone knew Dad had too much rum and eggnog the night before.
Tommy and Jessica started to no longer want to look for the elf in the morning, especially after the morning it appeared the elf had hung all Jessica’s Barbies from the ceiling fan in the living room. The elf was sitting under them just watching with a piece of string tied like a noose. Just like the ones wrapped around the Barbie’s necks. Both Tommy and Jessica had nightmares that night. Mom and Dad’s fighting got worse that day, again both blaming each other.
Tommy was the first to realize the elf was getting worse, and it seemed linked to their fighting parents, the more they argued the worse the elf would be. He tried so hard to convince his mom, but she just put it off as a scared little boy trying to make delve of the things he is seeing the elf do. Things continued to get worse, the fighting worse until just a week before Christmas, Tommy’s mom told his Dad to get out and stay at a friend’s house. Tommy and Jessica, and especially mom thought the elf thing would be done and over. Mom had taken the elf and moved it to a drawer beside the fireplace and with Dad no longer there, everyone woke up on that cold rainy dark morning in anticipation of a great day of Christmas celebration and preparing for the holiday now just 5 days away.
To their surprise, they found the elf sitting on the kitchen counter with a family picture of all four of them, and a knife in the elf’s hands stabbing Mom’s eye. There was even a little bit of blood on the knife and picture, must have been ketchup but it looked so scary. Mom immediately swept the whole disturbing mess into the trash and called Dad to yell at him, she assumed he stopped by in the night to set this up and scare her and the kids. Of course, he denied everything. Mom called the police and reported him, changed the locks and explained Dad wouldn’t be spending Christmas with them, but Mom promised them they would have a great Christmas.
Assuming that was that as the trash had gone out the night before, when they woke up the next morning, Jessica was screaming so loud. When Tommy and Mom ran into her room, the Elf was sitting on one of her pillows beside her head, holding a utility knife, the kind Dad has in his toolbox. There was blood on the pillow, knife, and Jessica had a cut on her cheek that was still bleeding. After a trip to the hospital, 6 stitches, and the police being called again on Dad, this was becoming the worst Christmas ever for Tommy and Jessica and their Mom.
The police had taken the elf with them after their investigation, it was over, or so everyone thought. When they woke up a couple of mornings later, now Christmas Eve, the elf was back and to Tommy’s horror this time Mom was dead. Cut up in pieces and spread throughout the house in a bloody mess something like out of Friday the 13th. The elf sitting beside Mom’s head with a saw, also from Dad’s toolbox. Tommy knew it wasn’t dad that did this but was this evil doll.
Tommy called 911 and kept his sister in her room so she couldn’t see anything until the police showed up with their Nanny to take them to her house. The police questioned Tommy about the saw and the elf, and all the fighting his parents did. Of course, the police didn’t believe it was the elf doing this, and the thing that killed his Mom, so Tommy knew he had to do something. He quickly grabbed the elf from the police officer holding it and started to rip it apart, he pulled off the head, threw it on the floor and stomped on it feeling it break under his foot. He then pulled off the arms and legs, throwing stuffing everywhere, some of it falling into the pools of Mom’s blood on the floor.
It was all over, Tommy and Jessica had a somewhat Christmas with Nanny and Grampy, but Christmas will never be the same.
Now at 35 years old, Tommy had kids of his own Sally, 8 and David, 5. Christmas was always a difficult time. Aunt Jessica spent every Christmas with them and had just arrived to spend the week with armloads of Christmas presents. Everyone was so excited on Christmas Eve morning. They all got up, had breakfast then headed downstairs to the family room to see the Christmas tree and play some video games. That’s when Tommy saw it, and it scared him to death, the broken ornament sitting on the floor. It was a glass ball with a picture of his Mom inside it. On the floor around the broken pieces were some dolls stuffing with dried blood on it. He knew someday the elf would be back.
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