OLDE SAINT NICK
December 7th 2007 02:06
Having reviewed Gremlins (1984) yesterday I was curious about children’s horror movies. The concept is a bit of an anomaly, but I couldn’t help concocting my own vision of one. Something inspired from the likes of Roald Dahl, fused with Stephen King. A short film synopsis began to take shape quickly and succinctly, one that plays with the concept of childhood beliefs and fears, but also ones that adults can relate to. So here it is; my Christmas children’s horror flick.
Olde Saint Nick
Further down the street and Nicholas is confronted by the neighbourhood bullies. They push him off his bike and tease and taunt him telling him he’s a stupid idiot to believe in Santa Claus. They steal his last newspapers and run off.
At dinner Nicholas’s parents remind him that providing he’s been a good boy Santa Claus will reward him with lots of goodies inside his Christmas stocking. His older teenaged sister teases him, “Are you sure you’ve been a good boy? I’m not so sure …” she says. “What about you? Have you been good?” Nicholas replies, “I saw you with that boy, you let him put his hand underneath your skirt.” His sister glares at him furiously. The parents roll their eyes.
“I’ve already got my Christmas present!” Nicholas’s sister scoffs, holding up a pendant which hangs from her neck, “He loves me, so there!” Nicholas’s father looks at his watch, “Time for bed Nick, big day tomorrow.”
Nicholas is dismayed. He quickly retreats back down the corridor and into his bedroom. Once again he tries to fall asleep. This time he does. Strange otherworldly sounds awaken him. He looks at his clock, it’s after 3am. He can hear the oddest sound: human voices muffled, crying out perhaps, and the sound of a something being dragged along the floor. It’s all very surreal.
Nicholas gets up and ventures out into the hallway. He peers into his sister’s open bedroom, but she’s not in her bed, and the sheets are on the floor. He moves down the corridor and peers into his parents’ room. They’re not in their bed either, the sheets have been pulled right back. Nicholas is uneasy. He hears the soft scraping sound again, coming from the living room.
The skeletal figure pulls open a huge black sack. Then to Nicholas’s terrified astonishment the dark human-skeleton uses it’s enormous claw-like hands to squash and compound the three bodies into one bulging mass which it then stuffs into the black sack. Nicholas gasps in horror.
The dark figure then glances down and stares at Nicholas who is frozen in fear. It’s beady demonic eyes burn a fiery red, and its huge mouth full of jagged fangs forms into a nightmarish grin. Nicholas is too petrified to move. The demon figure throws a stocking down which lands at Nicholas’s feet, then it throws the huge black sack onto the back of the sleigh, and with a blood-curdling cackle it grabs the sleigh’s handlebars launching it up off the roof and up into the night sky.
Nicholas gingerly picks up the stocking and opens it, something catches the moonlight and glints. He pulls out the objects inside: his mother’s bracelet, his father’s watch, and his sister’s pendant. Tears roll down his cheeks.
There you go. Nice little twilight zone tale of diabolical terror. Demon Santa steals your family, and leaves you a few Christmas souvenirs.
I’m descending deep into the Darkness on the weekend and won’t surface again until the end of next week. So don’t stray too far … I will be back, with bells on.
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Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
Michaelie
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Damo
but
One year I told my kids that I killed Santa and buried him in the garden.
Comment by Anonymous
If so boy, are you in for a shock if you go to sleep Christmas Eve - never know what you wake up without!
HoHoHoHo bloody Ho
The Jazzman : > (
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Jazzman, I think you're mistaken ... I never call assholes cunts.
Comment by Anonymous
You Dipped out
US SANTAS ARE HAVING
OUR STRIKE THIS YEAR
So Wish In One Hand & Spit In The Other
jazza
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
all's fair in love and war ...
when you find enough energy to lift your obese belly off the santa sofa and actually manage to squeeze into your sleigh, and manage to contort yourself successfully down the first chimney of the season, may you slip and break your neck and die a slow sooty death ...
Comment by Anonymous
HOHOHOHO 2U
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
Enjoy your time away
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile