25 Days of Christmas
Welp, it finally happened.
This was how you were going to die.
Suddenly every single horror movie you’d ever saw came back to haunt you. Were you supposed to investigate that loud sounds coming from your living room and possibly die, or were you supposed to stay in your bedroom without a weapon and wait for death to find you? Hmmm well if you took your chances with the living room you might be able to find a weapon of some sort, or at least make it to your front door.
You looked around your room, and sighed heavily. There was not a damn thing that was useful in here. Noted, you just moved in and a significant amount of your things were still in boxes. You were hoping that you at least had a box cutter with you. So much for that.
You could hear the commotion in the living room; A combination of jingles, and grunting. Who the hell broke into your house? The world’s loudest thief? Weren’t the supposed to at least be stealthy? Grabbing a lamp off your end table you slowly made your way into the hallway.
Each step was almost louder than the other and you could feel your heart pumping out of your chest. You can do this! You tried to give yourself a pep talk. If you see him just swing on him.
As you reached your living room you loaded up your swing seeing the burglar near your Christmas tree. Was he taking things out of his bag? He seemed to of noticed your presence and turned around to meet your stare, yelling as you screamed and dropped your lamp. “JAY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”