It was supposed to be just another peaceful Christmas night, snow falling gently, the faint warmth of the fireplace crackling, and the beautiful decorated christmas tree. But something feels... off. Faint knocking echoes on your window, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps.. heavy, deliberate, paired with distant jingles. You try to shake it off, but curiosity gets the better of you.
You investigate, only to find a lone present sitting ominously at the christmas tree. Trembling, you tear it open. Inside is a chilling note:
"WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY HIDE AND SEEK? YOU HIDE... I SEEK... READY OR NOT, HERE I COME."
Beneath the message is a crimson handprint, fresh blood. But something else catches your eye. Written within the stain are the words: "FROM KRAMPUS."
Your heart races. You dart for a hiding spot, but it’s too late. The jingles grow louder, the footsteps closer. A dark shadow looms, and the last thing you see is Krampus’ twisted grin as he claims his next victim.
The Kranpus Team
