The Killer Elf (Holiday Horror Story)

I was cold as I walked up the driveway to my house. Snow was sticking in my hair as I reached the front door. Working on Christmas Eve had almost pushed me too far, I had come this close to quitting. My boss was a total dick for having me "volunteer" to work tonight, so thank god I hadn't had any plans. Eventually he had let me leave, but only because his wife kept calling him and he had to go home too. I decided to make the most of what was left of Christmas Eve. I glanced at my cell phone clock in the moonlight. Correction. Its Christmas day. 12:17 a.m. I thought glumly.

I searched my pockets for the key "Dammit." It was so fucking cold out there, I just wanted to get inside and curl up under some blankets. Sighing, I felt my pants pockets, but they weren't there either.

Pissed and freezing, I kicked the door and the key fell out of my jacket pocket. I picked the keys up out of the snow with frozen fingers. Triumphantly, I unlocked the door and trudged inside. As I turned around to slide the chain across and lock the door I felt a warm hand snake up my back. I jumped up, scared as hell, then spun to face the person who the hand belonged to.

"Hi babe." she said as if I was coming home on our anniversary and she was in the mood. The girl smiled seductively at me.

"Who the fuck are you?" I demanded. Holy shit! What is she? Maybe my boss had drugged my coffee because I swore that the four foot tall girl giving me the crazy eyes, was an elf. She laughed as if I was being silly and she slipped her hands into my shirt. Her ears, they looked very pointy, twitched as she continued to smile at me. She leaned against me and I could smell wine and.....oh for heavens sake......cookies on her breath. The "woman" giggled and stood on the tip of her toes to kiss my neck. I clearly wasn't enjoying this, I had no idea who she was, what she was, or how she had entered my house. I was trapped between her and the door, unsure what I should do. I certainly wasn't going to do what she wanted me to.

"What is wrong with you?" I yelled and attempted to shove her off of me but she was surprisingly strong for such a small creature. "Don't be like that Noah baby. I know you don't mean it." She stepped up onto a chair then ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me. I pulled back and ended up running into the table.  She tumbled off the chair and landed on her butt. "Look I don't know how you know my name or what you are but I don't want you here. Okay, just leave before I call the cops." I put my hands out defensively as she stood up. Maybe she was just a drunk and lonely little person. (Or whatever the correct term is, I didn't want to be rude. )

"I'm not leaving!" she said, her voice suddenly full of hate. She grabbed me by my shoulders, jerking me forward and sticking her tongue in my mouth again. As I tried to pull away I thought I tasted the wine I'd smelled on her earlier. The taste of alcohol was suddenly replaced by blood filling my mouth and running down my chin. I started choking as she finally pulled back. I fell to me knees in the kitchen, clutiching my throat. She looked at me and smiled lovingly. She reached her hand out and stroked my face while I gagged. "Its alright, Charlottes here for you."

Charlotte yanked me off the ground and pulled me over to my bed. She shoved me down on it. Hard. I smacked my head against my headboard, gasping. I'd stopped choking on the blood but couldn't seem to fight back. Am I drugged? I thought. What has she done? What does she want? This is so unreal! She sat on top of me pinning me down against the bed. Charlotte leaned down and kissed me for the third time and I flinched fearing I would start choking on blood again. Blood didn't start flowing from my mouth as it had only a mintue before, but the world dipped and spun. Everything, Charlotte included, was blurry and moving in ways the real world didn't. I've been drugged by a mystery creature who plans to fucking rape me! I thought as I watched my wall clock do figure eights above the door.

I couldn't move a single muscle, and I tried to speak but couldn't even muster an incomprehensible mumble. She was pulling off my jeans and I attempted to yell "stop" or "help" something that could possibly end this, but only managed to open my mouth. "More kisses dear?" Charlotte asked me before planting her lips on mine again. I tried to bite her or do anything to get her away from me but couldn't. She leaned back and frowned at me before kissing me again, the sick, metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. As I choked on the blood that seemed to be flying up my throat and never ending, I heard more than I felt her remove my pants and toss them on the floor.

I finally stopped gagging as she scratched my stomach with a chain of bells. Bells, really? Was the only thought that made it through from my subconscious. Charlotte kissed my cheek then ripped my shirt off.  The bells were surprisingly sharp and tore my flesh leaving crimson trails behind them. She started to take off her comically festive red and green stripped dress. I tried to squirm away from her but she giggled at me then bit my shoulder hard. "Have a candy cane, my love!" She yelled the stabbed me with candy canes that had been licked down into shanks. I cried out in pain, but took it as a good sign that I could finally make some sound.

She bent down and kissed me then licked the blood from the wounds on my stomach. I'd regained my ability to speak.  "What.......are....y.....you?" I stuttered, hoping to startle her.

Charlotte smiled as if she had purposefully let me talk again, and she probably had. "Why I'm one of Santa's little helpers. And you, love, are on the naughty list!" Her eyes shined bright with murder and she poured what appeared to be a flask of milk on me.

It certainly wasn't milk because it burned my flesh off and I wailed in agony. Charlotte's childlike laughter filled the house. She was naked now, and I was almost there too. She lay against my burnt skin as if it exhilarated her. Her shoulder length blonde hair irritated the seared skin. She smooshed my cheeks together. "This is what bad boys get for Christmas." She leaned down to remove my boxers, and that's when I shoved my knee into her small, pudgy face. Charlotte flipped off my bed and crashed onto the carpet. She wailed and swore as she rubbed the sweeling cheek.

I stood up on wobbly legs as Charlotte tried to get off the floor. "Get the fuck out you crazy bitch!" I screamed at her, She sat gasping against the bed and glared at me. "Not until you let me devour you, you naughty naughty man." Her smile was full of hate and she leaned back before lunging at me. I felt the sharpened candy enter my arm.

I fell back and landed under my tree, cupping my elbow in my other hand. Blood trickled down my arm.

Charlotte sat on my burnt chest and growled at me. "Give me what I want you filthy human!" she screamed, or rather, she squealed. I shook my head. "Tell me who you really are, no way I believe your North Pole, Santa's gift maker bull shit!"

"Its the truth!" She paused, hatred temporarily leaving her face. "Part of the truth. I was exilled for wanting to punish the bad people. Really punish them." She paused to smile manically at me. "Now I'm a bit of a freelancer. So sit still while I give you want you deserve." I didn't have a chance to wonder if she was just making stuff up before she hit me over the head with one of the ornaments from my tree. I screamed as glass cut my eyes. Charlotte laughed then kissed the cuts on my face. "Having a merry Christmas yet?" She grabbed the broken pieces of glass and held them to my throat.

In pain and nearly out of hope I reached above me and in a final moment of fury I yanked at the Christmas lights on the low hanging braches above my head. My entire tree crashed down on me, and more importantly on Charlotte. Over a hundred glass bulbs shattered into a million pieces. The big start on the top broken in half, each half skidding in another direction.

I shimmied out from under the fallen holiday decoration. I found a small, bloodied hand and checked for a pulse. Even though I was ninety percent sure the blood was mine, there was no heart beat. I sat gasping for air on my bed, suddenly feeling the need to cry. What the hell just happend? My chest burned and my cheeks still bled. I sat frazzled staring at the pale hand. I killed her. Self defense. I reasoned. Against what? A lunitic or........ a real elf of some sorts? Either way it could have some serious repercussions.

I gave the whole situation a moments thought as I held my cut arm. I knew what I had to do. Sighing, I stood and went over to the tree. I lifted the naked child sized corpse and set it on my back porch. Without even thinking, or redressing, I dug a hole in the yard. Thankfully my neighbors were on vacation, and no one else was around to see me.

I headed back inside for the bloody ornaments and Charlotte's clothing. I threw them in the bottom of the pit and shoveled some ectra dirt and snow on top of them. Sweating in the cold and as fast as I could I tossed the shovel on the ground then picked up the tiny body.

I tossed it, her, into the ground and stared at her open panicked eyes. "Go to hell Charlotte." I muttered unsympathetically. "And Merry Christmas."