Something was on the roof. Heavy footsteps echoed above, accompanied by the unsettling creak of wood under pressure. Then came the sounds—grunts, guttural and primal. They reminded me of animals, but wilder. Santa’s reindeer, I thought, my heart leaping with excitement.

I knew I was supposed to be asleep, but how could I miss this? I’d finally prove to my family that Santa was real. But as I listened closer, the grunts grew harsher, more menacing. It was almost as if... No, it had to be Santa.


“Santa is here!” I whispered excitedly to myself, my voice breaking the stillness of the night.

My excitement, through the roof.
I rushed to my brother's bed and shook him heavily...while saying "Jason! Jason! Santa is here! He brought our presents!"

Jason groaned and turned away.
"Go away; it's too early for your antics," Jason said exhausted.

You are twelve years old now, you shouldn't believe in childish things anymore.

"Oh! But you can believe in aliens? "

"That's different."



" I'm not playing any tricks!
Why don't you ever believe me, huh?
Stupid!" said frustrated.

Suddenly, I heard a loud sound. The sound of glass being broken. I left my stupid hardheaded brother in disappointment alone in our room. I quickly sprinted to my parents' room which was stated parallel to ours. It was dark and spooky traveling in the hallway while the lights were off. Watching the curtains moving as if they were possessed by ghost. Tree branches scraped against the house, creating a scratching sound.
The sounds of wind whistled throughout the night with little raindrops pattering on the roof.

"Why didn’t I grab my jacket?" I thought, crossing my arms tightly against my chest for warmth.


As soon as I reached their door, I realized that it was slightly ajar. They must have left it open like always. I pushed the door open and went to wake my parents.
They switched on their bedroom light.

"Mom, Dad! I heard Santa! He’s downstairs!"said excitedly.

" What are you talking about? " mom rubbing her eyes.

"Listen kiddo, it's probably your imagination. Go to sleep." dad assured.

Just then, a chill went up my spine. I turned my head to face the door. The sounds of heavy footsteps that I heard before emerged behind the door and stopped. He cast his shadow beneath the door.

"Robbie, it's me, Santa! I brought your presents. Come and open yours. It's something you wanted, but never received from your parents.
I am the only one who understands you and will never disappoint you. They are in the sitting room downstairs." a deep mysterious voice announced.

" Really?
You brought presents?"...