The Death Carolers
Toby was the meanest kid in the neighborhood. He thrived on pulling pranks, tormenting younger kids, and mocking anyone who dared mention Santa Claus. “Santa’s fake,” he’d sneer. “And if he were real, he wouldn’t care about me anyway.”
Christmas Eve was no different. Toby spent the day making snowballs laced with dirt and hurling them at kids decorating a tree in the park. That night, as his parents slept, the house fell silent, save for the faint sound of singing.
It came from outside.
Curious, Toby crept downstairs and opened the door. Standing in the snow were four figures cloaked in tattered black robes, their faces pale and gaunt, like withered wax. Their mouths gaped unnaturally wide, revealing jagged, yellow teeth as they sang in haunting unison:
“Oh naughty boy, so cruel, so vain,
We bring you now the cold refrain.
No gifts for you, no joy, no cheer,
Only shadows, dread, and fear.”
Their hollow eyes locked onto Toby. He tried to slam the door, but their icy hands gripped it open. One caroler leaned in, breath cold as death, and whispered, “You’ve been very bad this year, Toby.”
Terrified, Toby screamed, stumbling back into the house. The carolers continued singing as they vanished into the snowstorm outside, their melody lingering like a curse.
The next morning, Toby’s parents found him pale and shaking under the tree. From that day forward, he was different. He apologized to the kids he’d hurt, stopped his cruel pranks, and spoke only of kindness.
But every Christmas Eve, as snow falls and carolers gather, Toby refuses to answer the door. He can still hear that dreadful song in his mind, each word reminding him of the hollow eyes that once stared into his soul.
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