The light went out. Christmas came to a halt, darkness engulfing the room in a mighty gulp. We stood by the Christmas tree as our fingertips grazed the hanging ornaments to have vision within the blindness. Vicious screams and howls immediately ripped through the darkness. Christmas lights illuminated the outside of the house once the power returned.

A human Christmas ornament hung from rope like a scarf, a wicked, bloodied smile grafted onto their deceased face. On their pale, exposed body, their red blood with green paint, Christmas themed, had a message.

It had said this:

YOU BETTER WATCH OUT