Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. This peaceful slumber was paused as faint whispers slivered into an unexpected streamer.
"Alton… Alton… Time to wake up son of mine."
Alton shot up in a panic from his chair panting. He felt a chill forever running down his spine as the whispers rang through his ears taunting him. Scarlett was fast asleep on the sofa. Taking long deep breaths, Alton calmed himself down, collapsing back into his chair. The moment he did so, a cold set of breaths snapped at the back of his neck. Alton stiffed up in utter fear as a devastating voice whispered in his ear. "This is a very nice place you have here Alton. You got here all by yourself? I'm proud of you son of mine."