Christmas day was on the horizon, Ali’s favorite time of year, all the presents, food and decorations and most importantly Santa. How could you not love it? His family prepared for the day, setting up the Christmas tree and the food, and Ali also put out some warm milk and cookies for santa. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Being a little naive child, Ali makes the decision to stay awake to catch a glimpse of Father Christmas himself, as each hour passes he becomes more nervous each time thinking if Santa even really exists, he can hear the clock ticking. “TICK TOCK TICK TOCK”. 3am strikes, he begins to lose hope, then suddenly he hears a noise coming from the living room, he grabs the flashlight and creeps down the creaky steps but stays alert. As he peeks around the corner quietly a figure speeds past him, faster than the speed of light, Ali was left in a state of confusion as to what had just occurred, thinking that it was just his imagination he continues to investigate as to what the noise was.
He made his way to the kitchen, but he notices the milk that he left out was no longer milk, it was blood, out of instinct he screams, screaming, “MUMMY!! MUMMY!!”, but with no response, Ali began to tremble, tears flowing down his cheeks, he felt alone having nowhere to go, then suddenly, a low gruff commanding voice whispers in his ear. “Don’t worry Ali, you’ll never feel alone again.” Ali turned around to see his fathers face, he was holding a sack that was dripping with blood. “Dad, are you okay?” He asked, the man replied saying yes, at the same time his face fell off revealing a huge white beard hiding a cunning smile.