{"id":2047,"date":"2022-12-16T02:19:16","date_gmt":"2022-12-16T09:19:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rhondaparrish.com\/home\/?p=2047"},"modified":"2022-12-16T16:45:27","modified_gmt":"2022-12-16T23:45:27","slug":"the-naughty-list","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rhondaparrish.com\/home\/the-naughty-list\/","title":{"rendered":"The Naughty List"},"content":{"rendered":"

Every year I participate in \u2018Advent Ghosts\u2019 which is an event where people tell spoopy stories around Christmas time. I enjoy the challenge of writing something dark or haunting with the season in mind, as well as reading what everyone else has put together. My story is below but to read all the other contributions the best way to is to go to Loren Eaton\u2019s blog (the creator and host of Advent Ghosts) right here \u2013>\u00a0https:\/\/isawlightningfall.blogspot.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n

He links all the stories there and hosts some in the comments as well \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

The rules say each of these stories is meant to be a drabble (that is, exactly 100 words long) but\u2026 while I have written my fair share of drabbles I never seem to for this particular event? It’s kinda weird but also has sort of become a tradition that I’m going to break that rule? LOL However, this year\u2019s story is only<\/em> 260 words long and I think that’s the closest I’ve ever come to the 100 word limit? So yay!<\/p>\n

Without further ado, here is my contribution:<\/p>\n

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I build the fire higher, higher, higher still. Until the flames jump in the grate and the fireplace fills the room with its orange glow, its oppressive heat.<\/p>\n

The door is bolted and barricaded \u2013 a desk, bureau and half dozen chairs stand between it and me \u2013 but the window offers a clear view of the snow covered fields painted blue with moonlight.<\/p>\n

I put my shoulder to a bookshelf \u2013 twice as tall as me and much heavier \u2013 and push it to try and block the glass. It judders slowly across the floor, reminiscent of how Floyd\u2019s heels had tap, tap, tapped the floor in his last moments and the wood on wood screeches like Ellie May before I silenced her.<\/p>\n

As the bookshelf finally finishes its journey, blocking out the snow-reflected light from outside, I become aware of something new. Something unnatural. A shadow grows upon the bookshelf \u2013 cast by something between me and the fireplace. Something big and round, which smells faintly of spruce and peppermint.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t believe all those stories about me coming down chimneys did you, Michael?\u201d a voice asks. Deep and melodious. It could, under different circumstances have sounded merry but now is simply menacing.<\/p>\n

Despite the sweat coating my body from the fire, when I exhale a cloud of vapour spills into the room around me, and still the shadow grows. I begin to turn, fingers numb with fear, jaw trembling and catch a glimpse of a bushy white beard, an impossibly large sack\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve been naughty, Michael,\u201d the voice says. \u201cVery naughty indeed.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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