The Reindeer’s Revenge
“Stop the car!” Emma screamed as the reindeer darted across the icy road.
The car screeched, but it was too late. The animal lay on the ground, its breath shallow, antlers trembling. “We have to help it,” Emma whispered, rushing out into the biting cold.
“Emma, no. It’s just an animal. Let’s go,” Mark snapped, yanking her arm.
“It’s still alive!” she protested, stroking the creature’s fur as its glassy eyes fixed on hers.
“Get in the car. Now!” Mark barked. Reluctantly, Emma obeyed. As the car sped off, she glanced back at the reindeer, its head lifting weakly before collapsing into the snow.
That night, Mark tossed and turned in their rented cabin. In his dreams, the reindeer loomed over him, its antlers sharp as blades, its black eyes filled with rage. “You left me to die,” it growled, its voice a chilling echo.
Mark jolted awake, drenched in sweat. The room was eerily silent, save for the faint creak of the floorboards.
The next morning, Emma woke to a metallic smell. Turning, she screamed. Mounted on the cabin wall, like a grotesque trophy, was Mark’s severed head—his mouth agape, his eyes wide with terror.
On the floor below, bloody hoofprints trailed out the door.
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