“Is…is that…a moose?” Davey heaved out between gulps of air. He and his friend, Eric, dashed through the woods, twisting and turning to avoid the maze-like growth of trunks.
“Shut-up and keep running!”
Chains clattering and a discordant bell screeching made Davey peek over his shoulder. A dark-furred creature with sharp black horns and serpent tongue strode after them, carrying a squirming black bag over its shoulder. Davey moaned as the thing leered at him, fangs glistening from the light reflected off the snow.
“Over there!” Eric shouted, pointing at a small cabin in the middle of a clearing. Both boys forced failing legs to hurry toward the shelter. They burst through the door, locked it behind them, and huddled underneath the window.
“I told you you shouldn’t have taken that present from the sleigh,” Davey whined.
“You grabbed one too!”
Hooves clomping on the wooden stoop out front silenced them. A booming knock rattled the whole house, and the kids wrapped their arms around each other, cowering. “Ha! Ha! Ha!,” came the cackling voice of the monster through the thin barrier. “Santa rewards the nice, whilst I receive those filled with vice! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Silence descended like a shroud. The boys waited for a few minutes, before Eric dared to glance out the window. “He’s gone!”
They grinned in relief, until Davey noticed the fireplace. “Oh, sh-”
Clawed hands grabbed them, and stuffed them, screaming, in the sack.
The stolen presents fell, opening to reveal lumps of coal.
Word Count: 250
My own little take on the Krampus legend for Indies Unlimited’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Voting for the week’s best story opens Wednesday, and if you like my little tale I would appreciate your vote! If not, vote for the story you do like (read: mine 😉 ). Join the fun with your own story; the winner will join other winners from previous weeks in a collected anthology! Just use the photo of the moose as inspiration and post your story in the comment section of the linked post. Happy Holidays, everyone!
Happy Reading and Writing!