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A Christmas Horror Story

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Their Reincarnation

Let me tell you a true story. In this world, people could remember their last life. One Christmas evening, a family gathered around the kitchen table. The family consisted of a son, a daughter, a mother, and a father. The mother’s birthday was coincidentally the same day. Once the table was set and everyone had food on their plate, the other said, “Do you want to hear a story? I have never told anyone this.”

“Yes please,” the family said in unison. 

“There was once a girl in her early twenties” started the mother. “She had glossy, long, blonde hair. Light, seafoam blue eyes, and a smile that could light the room. She worked as a cashier at a grocery store to pay for her rent and college tuition. She worked so hard to make ends meet. Whenever she had free time, she would study for exams. She would pray to have a better life and fall asleep hungry. Every day, she would wake up early in the morning and walk to her college and walk to her work after all her lectures. Late at night, after she had closed down the store, she would finally be allowed to go home. There was an alleyway that led from the store to her apartment. The alleyway was in the remote part of the city. She would always use the alleyway as a shortcut. She had no car, couldn’t afford to pay for one, so walking was her only transport option. The alleyway was like a dark tunnel that seemed to never end. She worked to her bones every day to get a meager and pitiful salary. The week of Christmas Eve was quickly approaching, and the staff was not allowed to spend the day off. After her long Christmas Eve shift, with customers complaining about everything being out, midnight came and she finally left the store. She took her normal route to her apartment, tripping over empty beer bottles and cursing every time she saw a rodent. The moon, on this particular night, was covered with wisps of gray clouds, foreshadowing the accident yet to come. Not far behind the girl, a man crept quickly toward her with a knife in hand. The man had the darkest of black eyes, with cold emotion. His face was expressionless. His grin was inhuman, almost alien, the way it stretched to his cheeks. He had soft brown hair and was also in his early twenties. He wore a black hoodie and blue jeans. The girl heard a sound and cursed again about hating rats. The man was quickly catching up to the girl in more desperate movements, as he knew they were already halfway through the alleyway. His knife glistened sharp in the dim moonlight. He was almost behind her. Hiding his knife behind his back he shouted, “Hey, do you want me to drive you home? It is dark, and you shouldn’t be out so late.” 

The girl, startled and with her heart beating fast, replied, “Thank you for your generous offer, but I wouldn’t want to trouble you, and I’m almost home.” 

“Are you sure? It wouldn’t be any trouble for me.” His last words were very meaningful. There was something wrong with the way he phrased the sentence, the way he was grinning, the tone of his voice. The girl could sense something was wrong too.

“No. I am fine but thank you. Have a nice night.” The man was aggravated now, frustrated. The girl started to walk away, and the man followed. She heard light footsteps behind her and sped up. The footsteps became quicker and not as light. She whirled around and her voice trembled as she said, “Why are you following me? Please leave me alone!” The man could see her fingers shaking as she slowly backed away and started sprinting when the man started laughing hysterically. His laugh echoed on the walls of the alleyway, very high pitched, like a hyena. He had forgotten how good it felt to see the fear in his victim’s eyes! He ran after her, not hiding his knife anymore. There was no point to. The victim turned her head to look back only to see the knife glistening in the soft moonlight and the man’s twisted grin. She ran, and he chased. He was right on her tail and he lunged. The police interviewed the people who lived around where the body was stumbled upon. They all claimed they were woken up around one in the morning to a ghastly, cut-off, blood boiling, screech. Her last attempt to get to safety, the cry of a victim. The body of the girl was unidentified.” 

“Wow! I didn’t know you could tell such a scary story!” said the daughter, the son was deep in thought. 

“That story wasn’t a story. The girl from the story was me. I wasn’t the first or the last of the victims that had died to that man. The man’s name was Pedro Lopez, a serial killer on the FBI’s most-wanted list. He was eventually arrested and spent the rest of his life in prison. Since this happened a long time ago, I can't recall my name, I do believe my initials were S.J.M”

“I am sorry you had to go in such a manner, and on Christmas too,” the daughter gasped, “I remember my past life too, it was nothing extraordinary.”

The son grabbed the butcher knife on the countertop, the one used to make Christmas dinner. He turned back to the table and started to laugh hysterically, knife in hand. The mother went white as a ghost, any whiter, and she would be snow. That was the very same laugh she had heard during her last hour. The son’s lips stretched wide into a demented smile.

“I see we meet again, Sarah Jane Miller! Oh, I do remember your expression when you were pleading for your life!” 

“N-no, y-you couldn’t h-have be-been him,” the mother whispered. She was so shocked she couldn’t have moved an inch even if she tried. The daughter and the father tried to snatch the knife away as the son dodged their desperate and feeble attempts. The son lunged at the mother, just as he had done so many years ago.

On Christmas, a woman died to her killer. You may have already guessed who was telling this story. They haven’t caught me yet, and they never will. I will make sure of it. You may ask why I killed my own mother and my whole family? I just wanted to, and I will never stop. It has been a decade since I got rid of my family. I've grown up and I made a name for myself. I am known as The Frankford Slasher.

Did you like my horror story? Was it too scary for you? Tell me what you think of it in the comments! Thank you for reading!

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