"From the Mouths of Babes"
by C. N. Nevets, (c) 2009
Twelve Christmas ago, Deb and I put up the tree and then the kids placed ornaments. They complained that the globes were warm and the figurines were evil. I said they'd been by the heater and were handcrafted. Then the whole house started to get warm and Deb said Frostie's eyes were creepy.
When phantom mists poured forth and wooden reindeer walked, I believed.
When Frostie ice-skated across Maddie's throat and the mists turned Jacob's eyes blue, I screamed.
When the tree burst into a fireball that consumed Deb, I crumpled.
When all passed and I remained untouched, I wept.
This is a repost of my story last year's Advent Ghosts event, organized by Loren Eaton. You can read the whole list of Christmas ghost stories from 2009 here.
It isn't a comforting tale of Christmas, that's for sure! I love the way you ended each sentence.
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays!
Yeah, I made sure there weren't any ice-skating snowmen on my Christmas tree this year.
ReplyDeleteThis is an analyst's dream, Nevets! Very spooky. At first I thought it was you speaking about this (your) Christmas, until the penny (dime?) dropped. Phew!
ReplyDeleteGreat story, Nevets!
ReplyDelete@G'Eagle - Yes, definitely not. Glad you liked it!
ReplyDelete@Loren - I still had mine up, but I watched him warily.
@Frances - Thanks! Glad you liked it! And, yeah, I really can't imagine what an analyst would think of a whole lot of my flash writing.
@Domey - Thanks!