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🎄 December’s ShadowSphere Microhorror Competition
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Your votes will decide which three stories earn their place in the next volume of Dark Descent: Whispers From Beyond.
Christmas has a way of softening the world—until something reminds you that winter has teeth.
The lights, the songs, the cheer… they never quite drown out the things that move in the dark. Not up here. Not now. And certainly not when something colder than the snow has dragged itself into the season wearing a smile that doesn’t belong to anything human.
Some visitors don’t come for cookies and milk.
Some traditions shouldn’t be revived.
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My dear, I beg to differ.
For, from within the mystical depths of my enchanted snow globe, I myself have seen first hand what you have wrought.
The transgressions with which you marked this past year were so bad, so very, very bad, that what you deserve cannot, will not be found neatly boxed, wrapped in paper, put to rest ‘neath some twinkling, Christmas tree…
Oh, no.
What you have earned, you can come to expect when after midnight the clock comes to a dead stop, when the howling winds still, and the moon in the sky is by thick clouds obscured. And, mind you, nothing - nothing - you might attempt can prevent me, your Santa, from giving you what you truly deserve.
A soft pillow for your head, a red ribbon for your neck? Many and diverse are the good uses for these…