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Rated: E · Fiction · Holiday · #2331584
Don't mess with Mother Nature!
Climate-R CEO Rud Too Ewe, heard something, as he finished putting Christmas gifts under the tree. Thinking it was one of his family he turned with a smile.

But his visitor was not quite family.
A dark figure stood near the faux chimney and seemed to be radiating a mist. It was slowly covering the whole room with a slight blue tint. And cold, it was so cold you could see your breath.

That is see it when he started breathing again. Fear set in quickly and Rud literally froze where he stood. There was no discussion because Rud had an idea this was from some of those climate people. He had been warned many times but laughed it off.

Who’s laughing now? He thought he recognized the figure but the cold was starting to get to his mind, not thinking clearly.

Upstairs his wife was getting their two children ready, it was a custom that they all would go downstairs and after opening presents, they would go out to eat breakfast.

Getting them ready was pretty easy with all the excitement for Christmas. When mom stood and said ok it's time. The two young ones opened the bedroom door and with a loud whoop! ran to the stairs and down.

Mom was right behind telling them to slow down and worrying they would fall.
The blue cold mist had climbed the stairs too, and all three was caught frozen on the stairs. The weight of their bodies and momentum forced them tumbling down the stairs, breaking like icicles as they hit. In a minute their was nothing but ice pieces laying around and down the stairs.

Mean while the figure had raised his arm and what looked like an icicle shot from it and right into Rud's heart.
The blood spray was fast in coming and the dark figure dropped his cloak. Jack Frost stood in all his glory and everything was freezing fast! The blood from Rud mortal wound was now frozen as a fountain in motion. The figure disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

The Maid, coming to clean and straighten up after they went out for traditional breakfast, found the horrific scene and called 911.

The first responders entered the living room with an amazed look, they had never seen a statue like the one they were looking at, except they discovered quickly it was not a statue.

The ice was melting quickly and things were getting really messy now. Rud's body finally fell with a squish and the smell of blood was permeating everything. The first responders had to step out to get oxygen masks to continue into the house.

After a few minutes, they find the family or what is left of the rest of the family if you can imagine just lumps of blood-sticky meat up and down the stairs. Back in the living room, they found a calling card.

“Jack Frost Hired Assassin For Mother Nature Consortium on Weather”.
DON’T MESS WITH MOTHER NATURE


Word Count 504 CHRISTMAS HORROR!
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