The Most Frightening Time of the Year
Being a single mother isn’t easy, I have two kids, one boy and one girl, James and Aurora. They are my world, I don’t know what I would do if something happened to them. After their father left, my son James shut down, it took a while, but eventually I got him back to normal. That was until the night we all almost died. The day we stopped celebrating Christmas
It was Christmas Eve, I had just put the kids to bed and went to pour myself a glass of wine to wind the night down with, I had thought I heard something in the basement, but I just concluded I was tired and headed to bed. At around three in the morning I thought I had heard laughing coming from downstairs. But I brushed it off and went back to sleep. Just as soon as I began to fall asleep, my bedroom door opened and my daughter came in. “What are you doing up?” I asked. “Santa’s here.” She replied. I knew right then someone was in my house that didn’t belong there. I told my daughter to stay in my room and ran next door to get my son.
Once we were all in my room I pushed my dresser up to my door, and as soon as I did that, violent pounding began to sound from my door. “Get to the window!” I told my kids. As soon as they got to the window I told them to climb out and climb down from the tree that was by our roof and told them to run to the neighbors and call the police.
As soon as I did that my door began to open. So I left my window open and hid under my bed. The man was in a Santa costume and began looking around my room. He saw the window was open and he realized he was in trouble and began to walk out of my room. I let out a sign on accident and he heard it and began to look around my room, eventually he appeared to leave. But right when I thought the coast was clear, I felt my feet being pulled out from under the bed. The man in the Santa suit began to throw me around the room and at one point he began stabbing me in many different places until finally, the police came in and shot the man.
My kids and I were taken to the hospital where I was treated for my wounds. The man survived, but he went to prison. After that, my kids and I moved out and went to Colorado. After that nightmarish night, we never celebrated Christmas again.
Never again
