Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26507988-20150618162354

Xmas

I went to sleep in my bed on the night of Christmas eve, but awoke in a foggy haze. I was tied to a chair and as my vision cleared, I realized I was in a dingy basement. I looked to my left and sitting in a chair, across the room was fucking Santa Claus! Not a mall Santa, or some guy wearing a Santa suit, but actually him. Somehow, inside, I knew he was the real thing, despite years of knowing that he was a myth taught to small children to keep them in line during the holidays. I tried to say something, to ask what was going on, but my mouth was gagged. Santa just sat there, looking nervous, doing the best he could to avoid my gaze. I heard footsteps coming down the basement steps. Who could this be, the Easter Bunny? I grimly thought. The figure came down the last step and stepped into the light. It was Ernie Sanders. Ernie was the school nerd, everybody picked on him, but I was probably his most vicious aggressor. On one occasion, while he was struggling to get out of an atomic wedgie, he accidently ripped my shirt, so I punched him unconscious. If there was one fact I knew in this situation, if anyone was going to untie me from this chair, it wasn't going to be Ernie. He looked at me and then turned to Santa, they exchanged a few words and then he gave Santa a big hug. Ernie turned to a table and hefted a large claw hammer, then turned his attention to me with a large twisted grin on his face. It was at this point when it finally sunk in that I was in world of shit and I started struggling against my restraints, to no avail. Santa headed for the basement stairs, as his foot hit the first step, he turned and spoke to me for the first time: “I am so sorry about this, but you have to understand. Ernie has been a really good boy this year.”. 