Krampus is coming to Town

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short story based upon the mythological being Krampus. This story was originally produced by Ian D. Mooby with his permission I used the base of his story to rewrite it and give it more flair. This is the link to his version here: https://www.booksie.com/642934-krampus-is-coming-to-town

I hope you like it, Ian.

Susie entered the room, tears streaming down her pudgy cheeks. "M, m, mommy, Johnnie hit me."

"Johnathan Andrew Willson, get in here now!!" Their mother bellowed through the house. Johnathan came running into the room and spotted his sister.

" I don't know what she said, Mom, but I didn't do it."

"Do not lie to me, young man. It is Christmas eve, and I thought you would be good at least this one day. Ungh, I should've known better." She put a hand to her head.

"Mom, I swear. I've been in my room all morning," Johnathan whined.

"Don't continue to lie, son. Go to your room. I'm canceling Christmas for you." His Mom's sternness was always final. Refusing would only make everything worse. Johnathan dropped his shoulders; his head drooped but not before glaring at his sister. She stood behind his Mom's legs, shielding herself. Susie was only five, but she'd learned to lie since age four. He found it infuriating. Her lies always meant trouble for him.  

Susie stuck her tongue out at him with a smile. ''Ugh, this sucks!'' He muttered under his breath, hoping his mom hadn't heard. He turned on his heels and stomped up the stairs back to his room.

His bed caught him as he fell upon it. His pillow muffled the wish he'd made. Just once, I wish Susie would get punished for her treachery—her lies. He wondered if Santa truly had a naughty list. It would be nice if she got put on it, he wished again. Maybe then she'd understand the trouble behind the lies. He even considered doing the things she always said he did to get him in trouble; he was punished for them anyway. He slung his pillow down over his body and laid there until his Mom called him for dinner. Afterward, it was back to his room 'til bedtime, only to drop into an uneasy sleep.

Deep in the woods, a shimmering doorway appeared—its effervescent glow shining through the trees with an eerie and sinister twinge. Within the light, a shadow loomed and a great head arrayed with two sets of goat horns—one set long and slender, tapering to a point; the other set short and blunt though still sharp to the touch. Tall and muscular, this creature strode through the opening, brandishing a bundle of birch limbs and a large sack that barely brushed the ground.

Its hooves struck the woodland ground burning away the snowy covering, and with a flicking tongue, licked his chin, revealing a set of carnivorous teeth. With a tilt of his head, he sniffed the air, then snorted out a breath of vapor as he strode through the trees.

Eons, yes eons, it had been since he'd been summoned, a thought ran through his mind. Naughty girls and boys ran rampant in this new age. Unimprisoned, he could sense it. His banishment to the Nether such a long time ago was finally lifted by a heartfelt wish. The hunt had begun. House to House, he popped by stuffing the bad little scampers into his sack. Tonight he would dine.

His sack grew heavy across his shoulder. Its seams bulged from the nasty little brats, yet one last stop would end his trek—to the house of the boy who's wish paved the way. So, off he strode toward the vilest girl upon which his escape from the Nether gave way. She'd be snuggled in bed by this time—warm and comfortable with dreams so divine—of presents she had under the tree.

"Dum, de de-dum, dum de de-dum," he hummed as he clomped, with the words of Children are here, children are here. Nau-aughty and nasty, They all will be for me. A feast I will have as I chomp down my-y teeth ringing inside his head.

Outside, a noise had woken Johnathan from his slumber. He lurched up in the bed, straining to hear it again. Then, a creak erupted from the hallway stairs. He wrapped his sheets about his head at first but then thought it could be Santa. Maybe he could get a peek at the red-suited elf, he thought. Rolling quietly from his bed, he crept toward his door and peered out from the slight opening his mom had always left when she checked up before bedtime. A large shadow moved in the dark. His eyes hadn't adjusted to the dimness of the house just yet. Then, in silhouette from the moonlight piercing the hall from the window above, Johnathan saw the furry, gray tan hide of a hideous beast moving toward his sister's room. He gasped, quivering in fear at the devilish horned creature that loomed in the hall.

Johnathan's mind whirled for a moment, yet he knew his sister was in danger. And he'd be damned if he'd let any family member be hurt by anything even if she did deserve it. Grabbing his Louisville Slugger from behind the door, he raced out of his room and into his sister's. The beast had already grabbed her from the bed. Dangling by an ankle over a wriggling sack of burlap, she whimpered in pain from the creature's grasp. Johnathan swung his bat, smacking the monstrosity in the back with a loud thud.

"Leave my sister alone, you vile demon!"

Krampus turned his head toward the boy and smiled—two long incisors aside, several more razored teeth gleamed in the dark. His glowing eyes laughed as he spoke.

"You're the one who called me, boy," his voice growled. "You wanted your sister punished for her misdeeds, did you not?" The wish was yours that pulled me through the Nether." The beast insisted. 

"But I didn't want her taken by some monster," Johnathan fired back, seething with disgust and fear. He swung once more at the beast. It ducked the blow, forcing Susie's head into his sack, and turned to leap out the window.

"You made the wish, boy, and you can't take it back now," the monster hissed, dodging Johnathan's continued swings at his head.

"Let her go," Johnathan swung once more at the creature. It ducked the swing, grasp a bundle of branches that it had lain aside the bed, and scrambled out the window.

"I'd love to play with you some more, but my time is limited, young Johnathan," Krampus taunted at the lad as he jumped to the porch roof. "Ta, ta, for now," the Christmas demon laughed as it ran off, sensing the boy was on his heels. His long legs gave him quite the advantage, and quickly he neared the woods. Yet, this escapade would've been much shorter had he his full power.

Damn those elves. My long banishment has weakened me too much. I could've called my aperture to me had I all my strength. Krampus looked back. The boy still dogged him through the forest, hunting like a hound following a scent. Hmm, I've never had a good one before. I've only ever been allowed to collect the baddies, but if one good one were to follow him home, it wouldn't be the same as collecting it, would it? He thought slyly. "Oh, the fun I could have," he uttered to himself and laughed.

And like a game of tag, the creature led Johnathan further away, staying only a step ahead so's not to lose the lad. Around the trees and over bushes, he fled, dreaming of his Johnathan treat. Then, suddenly, the jingling jangle of sleigh bells rang overhead. The demon tried to move faster toward his doorway, but from the sky, a plummeting object hurdled to the ground.

Round and red, it slammed into the earth right in front of his path. Snow billowed up in a thunderous wave, then fell back down, and from the misty fall of ice, a man stepped forth. A twinkling ire fluttered in the man's eyes.

"Krampus, you old devil, how'd you escape your banishment?"

"T'was a wish that freed me, Fat Nicholas," the demon taunted. "I've collected my prize and seek to return home." Santa pulled his long-stemmed pipe from his coat pocket, cocked it like a blade, and affronted Krampus.

"You shall not take those children; you dreaded befoulment of an elf. Give them up, or I'll take them."

"N, Never." Krampus screeched. "They are mine. By the old laws, they were naughty and thus must come with me." He grasped his arms around his sack and backed away, hoping to outwit the Old Claus and scurry around him toward his door. Santa grew cross with the demon, tossed his pipe in the air, and lurched toward Krampus.

Krampus barely moved, tired from his sack and the running. He tried to duck the blow coming but only managed to drop his sack as Santa's right hook landed squarely on his jaw. He stumbled, falling over his sack, yet leapt right back up to face the fat bastard that sought to keep his prize from going with him. Santa caught his pipe, using it to block Krampus's counter-attack.

"You used to hit a lot harder, Fat Man."

"And you used to be a lot faster," Santa retorted back.

Johnathan, panting, had finally caught up to the demon, noticed the scene taking place, and ducked behind a nearby tree. Neither of the two Christmas legends had noticed him. He watched unblinking at the fight unfolding before him. Krampus brandished his bundle of branches, swinging them like a great sword toward Santa. And Santa deftly blocked each swing with his pipe. Jonathan saw the puffs of vapor materialize from their mouths—both entities had slowed in their vigor.

Young Johnathan couldn't believe he'd gotten to see Santa this day. The red-suited man finally stumbled—his days of milk and cookies being the kryptonite he didn't need right now. Krampus seized the opportunity and moved to finish the round guy off.

"You'll be my nemesis no more, Saint Pig-alos." Krampus pulled back his branches, readying the killing blow.

"Hmph," Santa huffed, noticing the lad inching from around the tree with his bat at hand. "I doubt that, you disgusting half-breed.'' Krampus, confused and angered, rose his swing even higher to make sure he'd destroy his red-suited counterpart. In his anger, he never noticed the crunching footfalls of Jonathan bearing toward him at full speed. As he swung down toward Santa, Jonathan rammed into the stinking, furry beast swinging his bat with everything he had. It clunked against the demon's back.

Krampus stumbled forward, step over step for several feet, but otherwise unharmed. He growled deeply, regaining his footing, and turned to face the boy.

"You foolish child," Krampus glared with murderous intent. "I was happy to lure you to my home and feast upon your bones, but now death here is your fate." Krampus straightened his body up, making himself taller, and moved toward Johnathan. Johnathan squawked and backpedaled, falling over a log buried in the snow. Krampus's flicking tongue slathered over his lips, savoring the fear the boy had.

Pomph! A snowball exploded on the back of Krampus's head. He stalled, took another step toward the boy. Another ball of snow dusted his crown—this time much harder. Krampus howled. Trees shivered, letting snowy drifts to fall from their branches. Turning on his heels, Krampus raced toward Santa snarling—his birch branches ready to strike the moment he got near. Santa saw the look in the Old Demon's eyes.

"Yes, that's it, you crusty old dust bag, let's finish it." Santa glowered. Krampus snarled even harder, slobbering saliva from his mouth in anger. Santa called for his red oaken staff. It lurched from the sleigh, flew down through the air, and snapped into his grasp. Krampus bore down on the Great Fat Man in heated fury—his branch bundle screaming in the wind as it swung toward Santa's head.

Old Saint Nick barely flinched, twirled his staff, thus parried the swing. Then, he turned and blocked the next strike with a flick and a wink. Two more strikes Krampus did throw, but Santa Claus deftly moved, and gave his best show. And with a blast of his magic, he stunned the Great Beast and shoved his staff into the horrid creature's chest. The forest shook with perilous force as Krampus cried in agony and fell to the snow. The demon's body shimmered brilliant and bright, then scattered into a million sparkles in the dark night.

Santa spun his staff in kung-fu like style and let rest aside his body as he breathed for a while. Jonathan ran forth.

"Wow, Santa, that was neat!"

"You did well, young Johnathan, and for your brave feat. I'll place something special under the tree."

"What about Susie?"

"Oh, she'll get something special as well," Santa said as he reached into Krampus's old bag, pulling the children out. ''Something definitely suited for her,'' he mentioned with heart. With all the children freed, Santa mustered some more magic to come to his need. Sleep fell upon all of their heads, including Johnathan, after seeing the sleigh. Eight little reindeer had landed it nearby. Jonathan's eyes drooped heavy and closed as he sat beside Santa before up they rose. With all the kids safely tucked into the back, Santa yelled to his reindeer.

''Up, up away!" I need to hurry, he merrily thought. Good thing I was nearly done with my yearly route or Krampus would've cause several younglings to be without.

The next morning, sunlight burst forth, landing on Johnathan's face causing him to stir. He rose from his bed and entered the hall. On the stairs, he paused, and he heard—his mom and his sister exchange some words.

''Mommy, Mommy, I have to confess. Jonathan never hit me yesterday."'

"Well, Susie, what's brought this on?"

'' A nightmare, Mommy, of a beast with horns,'' Susie cried into her mommy's arms. ''He came to eat me, but Johnathan slew it, so Santa said. And he told me I'd best come clean or no presents ever again." Johnathan smiled, knowing the truth. He'd had the same dream but from a different view. So, that's what he meant. Then, Jonathan heard.

''I'm sorry, Mommy. I won't lie ever again.''


Submitted: December 30, 2020

© Copyright 2021 A. K.Taylor. All rights reserved.

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hullabaloo22

Oh, the brotherly love between Krampus and Claus. Nice story-telling with an excellent message.

Wed, December 30th, 2020 6:28pm

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It was mostly Ian's idea, Hully. I just asked to use it to create a more dynamic story. Glad you liked it, though. I still think it needs a little tweaking. Something about the beginning half seems a little clunky to me. Also, could you tell I worked in one Christmas carol and the iambic pentameter of the 'Night before Christmas' into the ending half?

That made me laugh weeding those elements into it.

Wed, December 30th, 2020 2:07pm

Ian D. Mooby

Oscar Wilde said "Good writers borrow, great writers steal." I would say you are a great writer Taylor, but you didn't steal this from me. You took what I had and made it your own and much better than mine. I really like it.

Wed, January 6th, 2021 1:02pm

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You could say I was the ghostwriter for this story in a way. Yes, I did improve it but the ground work was already apparent. The reason I asked to use it was because I saw where it could be improved upon, and I liked the idea you had setup.
With enough time, I could've restructured the entire story into a short novella. There's enough potential background info not covered that would make for a compelling booklet. Exploring the mythology and setting up the brother and sister dichotomy could've extended it by quite a bit.

In the end, I chose to take a slightly easier approach by just overlaying embellishments and extra details onto what you had already structured. It was a quick fun rewrite. Glad, you liked it.

Wed, January 6th, 2021 2:21pm

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