I let out a loud burp that left the air smelling like bologna. My friends around me all booed me and made disgusted noises like they were pretending to throw up. I snickered, thinking their reactions were hilarious as they waved away the burped air around them.
I rolled my eyes. "Come on guys," I chuckled. "It wasn't that bad."
"Dude, I'm never going to be able to unsmell that," said my friend Bobby.
He and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. He, as well as a couple of our other friends were gathered at my house to hang out and watch some horror movies. It'd been a while since the last time we'd all seen each other, but thankfully today we all had some time free to hang out.
As we turned out attention to the television, Bobby had his eyes locked on the neighbor's lawn across the street. And it wasn't much of a surprise why. My neighbors always went nuts with Christmas lights. And this year was no exception. They had plenty of white and yellow and red and green lights sprinkled around the outside of their house, as well as massive lawn ornaments and blow-up snowmen and Santas. Of course, they also had to pair it with loud Christmas music. Sure, it was fun to gaze outside every once in a while, but when you see and hear it every single day, it gets old quickly.
Of course, Bobby wasn't the only person in the house whose attention was drawn over there. And I didn't really mind that they were fascinated by it. That was, until the movie started and their eyes were still locked on the neighbor's lawn.
I tried to draw their attention away, to try making a conversation with them, but they were all dismissive, making a grunt or a thumbs-up as a response. This was starting to get on my nerves.
With an incredible amount of irritation, I obliged and decided to look out there, to see what they were so enthralled by. And when I tell you I couldn't look away, I meant it.
The thing I saw was horrific. There was a Santa statue, I recognized it from all the times I'd looked out there when I was leaving and coming home. I knew the look of that statue all too well. But, it was moving on its own, towering over the neighbor's house. And it didn't look happy. It began stomping toward the house, its feet slamming down and destroying some of the other decorations out on the lawn.
There were people gathered around on the lawn as well. Were they the neighbors? It was too dark out there to tell. But the statue was walking over to them, stomping toward them, swinging its stone arms at them. Through the lawn that was illuminated by all the Christmas lights, I could see blood under the things feet. Was it walking on people, crushing them to a pulp? I felt nauseous.
It looked like the neighbors were trying to fight the horrifying thing off. But then, it stepped on them. Then the next person. Then the next.
Blood-curdling screams echoed outside, followed by the crunch of what could only be bones and flesh. Then, the statue turned and looked through our window at us...
I rolled my eyes. "Come on guys," I chuckled. "It wasn't that bad."
"Dude, I'm never going to be able to unsmell that," said my friend Bobby.
He and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. He, as well as a couple of our other friends were gathered at my house to hang out and watch some horror movies. It'd been a while since the last time we'd all seen each other, but thankfully today we all had some time free to hang out.
As we turned out attention to the television, Bobby had his eyes locked on the neighbor's lawn across the street. And it wasn't much of a surprise why. My neighbors always went nuts with Christmas lights. And this year was no exception. They had plenty of white and yellow and red and green lights sprinkled around the outside of their house, as well as massive lawn ornaments and blow-up snowmen and Santas. Of course, they also had to pair it with loud Christmas music. Sure, it was fun to gaze outside every once in a while, but when you see and hear it every single day, it gets old quickly.
Of course, Bobby wasn't the only person in the house whose attention was drawn over there. And I didn't really mind that they were fascinated by it. That was, until the movie started and their eyes were still locked on the neighbor's lawn.
I tried to draw their attention away, to try making a conversation with them, but they were all dismissive, making a grunt or a thumbs-up as a response. This was starting to get on my nerves.
With an incredible amount of irritation, I obliged and decided to look out there, to see what they were so enthralled by. And when I tell you I couldn't look away, I meant it.
The thing I saw was horrific. There was a Santa statue, I recognized it from all the times I'd looked out there when I was leaving and coming home. I knew the look of that statue all too well. But, it was moving on its own, towering over the neighbor's house. And it didn't look happy. It began stomping toward the house, its feet slamming down and destroying some of the other decorations out on the lawn.
There were people gathered around on the lawn as well. Were they the neighbors? It was too dark out there to tell. But the statue was walking over to them, stomping toward them, swinging its stone arms at them. Through the lawn that was illuminated by all the Christmas lights, I could see blood under the things feet. Was it walking on people, crushing them to a pulp? I felt nauseous.
It looked like the neighbors were trying to fight the horrifying thing off. But then, it stepped on them. Then the next person. Then the next.
Blood-curdling screams echoed outside, followed by the crunch of what could only be bones and flesh. Then, the statue turned and looked through our window at us...
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