A Kind of Christmas Card

Blood. Everywhere. She took a quick glance at the streets. Ah, yes....that looked....nice. Actually very nice, she though with a little smile at her lips. She was proud of herself, this would be her surprise to her children. Oh, how happy they would be, she thought while the blood at the streets slowly became dark brown red. She stared indigated at the blood. Damn that human blood. She should have known. She wanted the blood fresh, so the blood at the street would remind christmasred. She pondered the situation. Her inner clock told her it was only a few hours until the sun would set at the horisont. "Damn! Why do I always have to take care of those stupid, silly kids?" she sighted, and sat down to wait once again. Soon her prayers were heard, two young lovers came along the silent road, whispering silly words of love to each other. They stopped, aware of a sound from the bushes. The young girl suddenly looked pale, as if she suddenly felt that something was wrong. A thick fog appeared, surrarounding them, forcing them go faster and prevented them from looking at the ground, which slowly turned to what it was, bloodstained. The white snow was covered with blood - dried, harsh blood. Unfortunately for the young lovers, the blood was redbrown now. And she needed fresh blood. Now. She began to whistle a loud sound, making the blood to the two humans almost freeze. They felt that they were melting away slowly, that their blood were running off them, cover the ground and making it seem more like a Christmasstreet. They tried to scream, but were too stunned and with a helpless look at each other they couldn't do anything than feel their lives running away from them. Just when they almost were completely melted, the woman's kids ran happily into the road, stopped at the sight of a beautiful, christmasred street and began to jump up and down in exitement. Suddenly they felt strange. Like... if they were....melting? "Nooo!" screamed their mother. She had forgotten to stop the bloodmelting machine, and soon her own children were melting into the street, making it look more redish.

Err...and the morale in this story?
Don't try to kill somebody at Christmastime, just wait
until after Christmas Eve...or something like that...

Tilbake til Julesiden!