Good evening, it’s Spooky Boo. Christmas time is almost over here in Sandcastle but we still have some time to go. The people are merry and the decorations are to die for. Out at the coast it is beautiful for there is no snow, at least not every day but it has been raining quite a bit. Here in Sandcastle a little bit of magic happens and the snow actually falls on Christmas Day. It happens every year bringing a little bit of magical cheer. You’ll see. But as coastal Californians, we find it difficult to drive in the snow so the magic only happens one day out of the year or it would be a big, big mess!
Tonight I have for you three very creepy stories about Christmas. Just a few more nights of Christmas Fear and I promise it will all be over until next year.
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COMET
Written by MakRalston
During the night of December 2nd, 1985, a handful of witnesses from varying states, countries, and providences would report a celestial event undocumented by most astrologists at the time, including those of the IAU (International Astronomy Union).
Many who reported on the event falsely claimed it to be a sighting of Halley’s comet, which was predicted to pass the Earth in 1986. While sightings of Halley’s comet did occur some two months later, that particular meteor would not be in its perihelion stage (the stage where the comet is closest to the sun) until February, making the event highly unlikely to be Halley’s.
Furthermore, sighted reports suggested that the celestial body dove toward the Earth at a steep angle, with an estimated trajectory directed at somewhere in Northern Canada; something that Halley’s comet has never done, given its documentation dating back to 240 BC, and an upcoming visit in 2062.
While many cite the 1758 apparition of Halley’s comet on Christmas Day as a logical explanation as to the December 1985 sighting, others have concluded these claims to be inaccurate, citing the logic as “misleading”.
Other theories as to the celestial being’s identity cite anything from meteorites to UFOs, with some explanations being logical, and others down-right science fiction.
According to an obscure, regionally-based newspaper from the territory of Nunavut, Canada, one eye-witness offered a rather unorthodox explanation.
Upon entering a clearing in the middle of the Boreal Forest in north Canada, fifty-eight-year-old Nunavut resident and local hunter Arthur Christy noticed a crater in the Earth, which he claimed was created by the formerly overhead celestial object, which he assumed to be Halley’s Comet. After approaching the crater, the hunter noticed a “rather large deer” amidst the smoldering hole. The deer, with “large antlers” and “wide, glassy eyes”, was seemingly unharmed despite the surrounding crater.
After a short deliberation, Christy decided to mercifully shoot the animal, both to collect a bounty, and also to avoid any painful injury it might’ve sustained while attempting to flee the steep crater.
Rather than using the beast for venison, or skinning it for buckskin, Christy chose to taxidermy the animal, mounting its head on the wall in his basement.
The hunter remarked that the deer was “unlike any critter (he had) ever seen, and (he had) seen a lot of them.” According to Christy, the deer was extremely difficult to gut, as “its skin was like rubber.” Unlike most of the deer he had killed in the past, this deer, which he nicknamed “Halley”, felt “inorganic” to the touch, as if it wasn’t an actual deer at all. The animal, despite the bullet wound directly through the skull and cranial cavity appeared to “never stop breathing or blinking” despite its clinical death. Yet, regardless of the strangeness of the animal’s biology, Christy noted that, upon opening up the buck, its features were “normal-looking”, as if anatomically correct.
Two hours after mounting the animal’s head on the wall in his basement, Christy reported a low, whirring sound emitting from the static head. The sound, which perpetually lasted for “weeks” according to Christy, sounded like a “high-pitched microwave”. Despite routinely checking the head, Christy never found a source of the sound, resorting to constantly shutting the basement door in order to sleep, both to dampen the sound and to close off the still-blinking head, which he claimed was “watching (him).”
Many rumors began circulating regarding the strange phenomenon as word around the Nunavut area, and the greater parts of northern Canada took credence. In the face of all the attention the mysterious head was garnering, Christy refused to publicly show off the deer, being the private and isolated man that he was. Many assume that, due to his media resistance, Christy was likely a fraud. However, the hunter offered a different explanation:
“It might be a satellite,” Christy claimed, “it’s been watching us, I think, and I don’t want it to hurt anybody.”
Christy reportedly locked the basement to his home in Iqaluit. When asked about where he supposed the deer-shaped satellite originated, Christy shrugged, “I think someone or something, smarter than us, made Halley. Why? Hell, I wish I knew.”
Many who heard about it at the time began relating the story of the space-bound deer to the Christmas celebration, given the convenient timing of the incident. Using the 1823 book The Night Before Christmas as a source of inspiration, the rather off-color comparison sparked the nickname “Comet” to be exchanged for “Halley”, alluding to a name given to one of Santa’s legendary reindeer.
Though the interest in “Comet” only grew in the small town of Iqaluit and the greater Nunavut area, the story would take one final sharp, and unexpected, turn.
Arthur Christy was reported missing on December 25th, 1985. The local Iqaluit police commented that foul play was an unlikely possibility, as there was no evidence of a break-in. No theft was reported from Christy’s residence, except for the disappearance of the “Comet” head, which was never discovered.
Some claim that Christy fled with the taxidermized animal, fearful to be discovered as a scam artist. Others believe Christy was abducted, having been targeted by “Comet’s” creator(s).
Who, or what might’ve taken Christy remains a mystery to this day, as Arthur Christy was never seen again.
Moreover, many who believe in the more fantastical theories surrounding the celestial deer, such as its ties to the legend of Santa Claus, believe “Comet” was not the only one in existence.
Black-Eyed Children at Christmas
Written by AustinDR
Mrs. Delphine Smithers was an 83-year-old who lived by herself save for her cat. Her husband had passed two years prior, and her children have since grown up and left the nest. But come Christmastime, and Mrs. Smithers gets her joy whenever her grandchildren paid a visit. She thought of the looks on their faces whenever she served them Christmas cookies and other pleasantries. This Christmas, she made some sweet and salty bark and kept it on the kitchen table.
She found herself sitting down in her favorite chair knitting a scarf when there came a sharp knock on the door. She jumped a bit, not expecting any visitors at the moment.
“Can we come in?”
Smithers tentatively laid the scarf on the arm of the sofa and gripped the chair. Her frail bones popped and shifted. Getting up from the chair, Smithers collected her walking stick and trudged rigidly towards the front door. Another sharp knock rung out, that time more agitated than previously.
“I’m coming, hold on!” Smithers yelled.
She grasped the doorknob and turned it counterclockwise. The door creaked open. On the other end of the door were two children. A boy and a girl. The boy appeared older, presumably around 13. He wore a denim hoodie and grey pants. He was holding the hand of an 8-year-old girl who was wearing a blue dress with white lace. For whatever reason, the children had their heads bowed, looking at their feet. The boy repeated his question.
“Can we come in?”
Smithers scratched her head. It was at 10 PM. Why would these children be at her house at that time of night? Somehow, the boy must’ve realized what she was thinking. “We need to borrow your phone. My cellphone battery’s dead.” Smithers thought more about the suddenness of having these unexpected guests. But they were children regardless. At the very least, she could grant them this one request. She nodded her head, gesturing the two children in. Smithers directed them into the living room where her cat drone awake from the ruckus. When it set its eyes on the two mysterious children, the cat arched its back and hissed. Smithers walked over to silence her cat.
“Lex, these are our guests! Behave yourself.”
The cat mewed in defeat before running out of the living room and into the kitchen. The two children sat on the sofa their eyes still hidden. Smithers went into the kitchen and pulled out the plate of sweet and salty bark. She returned to the living room and bent down to the children’s eye levels. “Care for some sweets?”
The boy looked up. There was a good reason as to why he was shielding his eyes. They were devoid of color or pupils. Nothing more than pitch black nothingness. Whatever he was, he assuredly was not of the earthly realm. The girl looked up as well, her eyes matched the coal blackness of the older boy. And yet most bizarre? Smithers smiled at the children despite the hollow sockets that they call eyes. The children were speechless at first. They shared a puzzled glare. The girl waved her hand in front of Smithers’s face, but Smithers didn’t follow the path of it. They leaned in closer, realizing that Smithers’s eyes were glazed over in a thin sheet of blue. She was blind. Smithers suddenly frowned.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t care for them?”
“Uh. Thank you?” the boy said. He took a piece of the sweet and salty bark and broke it in his hand before passing the girl a piece. Their heavy teeth ground down on the sweets. Oddness aside, the two children couldn’t help but bask in the sweetness and saltiness of the snack. They indulged themselves in more of the sweets before getting up. They looked at the decorations with curiosity. On top of the fireplace on a stand was a small replica of the Nativity scene. From her mental notes, she figured that the two children had stopped at the fireplace.
“Isn’t it such a lovely display?” she asked, “do you know the story of Christmas?”
“We know about your Jesus,” the boy responded, “our ancestors spoke a lot about him.”
Confused by his statement, Smithers nevertheless allowed the two children to further marvel at the Christmas decorations. The girl rustled the Christmas tree causing the ornaments to fall on the ground. She ceased when she sensed Smithers getting upset. The two children played with the nutcrackers and listened to Christmas songs. The hours edged by slowly until a sudden electrical surge generated through the house. The two children looked at each other and back at Smithers.
“We have to go now. Our parents are here.”
Bright light shone through the windows. Outside was a spherical, smooth craft standing on three legs. A large, skinny looking creature exited the craft and stood there at the door. The two children collected the plate of sweet and salty bark and exited through the front door. There came a sound of a large whistle as if there were a thousand steam engines situated outside. Within a flash, the craft was gone. Smithers called out for the two children only to be met by a great silence. She closed the door and returned to her knitting.
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That’s all for tonight. I’ll see you in your nightmares.
