Krampus

The chill of winter bites at your face as you trudge through the snowy woods on a moonlit night. The silence is eerie, broken only by the crunch of snow beneath your boots. Suddenly, a piercing wail cuts through the air, sending shivers down your spine. You spin toward the sound and catch sight of a dark, horned figure dragging your fat, bratty neighbor boy—kicking and screaming—by the ankle. The boy’s plush coat is smeared with snow as he claws at the ground, his cries muffled by the monstrous figure’s guttural growls.