Santa Tyrone

Santa Tyrone snuck in through the window and found Michelle Williamson watching a scary movie. He was wearing a Santa Claus costume and was clearly a black man, much like Michelle was a black woman in her early twenties. He cried out as he brandished a pocket knife. ''I'm the devil and I'm here to do the devil's work.''

Thinking quickly, Michelle grabbed a fire poker. ''alright, asshole, let's play.'' His eyes went wild before turning normal once again. He charged at her and she took a swing and connected with the side of his temple. He shook his head, his vision temporarily blurred.

''Nice shot,'' he said.

She got in a tennis position. Knees bent and standing on the balls of her feet. "I got a sack for you little girl,'' Santa Tyrone said, grabbing his crotch. He lunged at her and she tripped him. He fell on his hands and knees and then Michelle kicked him in the butt.

His face fell in the fire and he screamed. She wrapped her arms around his legs, forcing him to keep his face in the fire. He made the most horrendous screams until he fell still. She ran and called the cops. The power went out and the line went dead. ''Hello?'' Fuck.'' She pulled out her cellphone and there was no signal.

She smelled a terrible scent, like burning flesh. Michelle turned and saw a blackened charred skull leering at her. ''Ho, ho fucking ho,'' Santa Tyrone said.

Her mouth contorted into a twisted scream. ''H-how are you still alive?'' she asked.

''I told you bitch,'' he said. ''I'm the devil and I'm here to do the devil's work.''

She made a run toward the door. He caught her and stabbed her in the stomach. She staggered back and slid her back down the front door. He stabbed her in the mouth and pinned her to the front door. He fixed himself some cocoa and stared out at the falling snow. He looked at the tree, presents underneath. He read one for the tags. ''To Jamal. From Aunt Michelle.

''Well, this ought to be fun,'' Santa Tyrone said.

Down the stairs came Jamal, age seven. His eyes fell upon his deceased aunt. He let out a wail of fear. Santa Tyrone appeared and threw the boy in a burlap sack. He ran out into the night. Sheriff Judas Miller Found Santa Tyrone running down the street, covered in blood. Santa Tyrone panicked and threw the bag at the Sheriff. He got on the radio and called for backup.

Officers swarmed him as lights flashed and sirens blared. They took him down and forced handcuffs on him. He was forced into the back of a police car and the car drove off. Sheriff Miller gasped when he saw the young boy was alive.

Jamal clung to the Sheriff, crying. ''It's alright, son,'' Sheriff Miller said. ''You're safe now.''

Officer Sarah Jones avoided looking at the monstrosity in the backseat. He wheezed and hummed Santa Claus is coming to Town. She went out to the phone