December 24th 11:25pm

Mike Stokker was outside walking around his neighborhood looking up into the sky. The Christmas spirit just didn't hit him this year as well as it had others, so he thought checking out some of the other lit up houses might help.
The air was bitter cold and Mike's ears were almost hurting from the temprature.

A bush shook behind him and Mike jumped around startled from the noise. To his amazment, a eight foot tall slimmy creature stood in the shadows just behind a tree. It's mouth was big, and its teeth sharp and long.
With one swoop, Mike was scooped up in the creatures huge slimmy hand. His neck snaped, and Mike was dead. Dead on Christmas Eve.

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