On a dark Christmas Eve night nothing stirred inside his little cabin deep in the woods. He liked being in the woods, and surrounded by the wilderness. His cabin was miles and miles away from the nearest settlement. That was how he liked it living in a cabin alone with his bobcat for a pet. What he wanted most in life was solitude for some time. After years of battling naysayers, struggling to find a clear spot, and months of construction he finally had the cabin he wanted. The loner sat in his comfy armchair that he crafted himself. His rifle lay against the chair, unloaded and freshly cleaned. The bobcat he had as a pet slept by the fire.
Inside his own cabin he felt secure and safe. He had been through the woods his whole life. Nothing happened to him. His armament included various rifles, revolvers and knives. On this Christmas Even Night he the loner who wandered the woods outside of town had no stockings or gifts. His family was either long gone or dead to him. All over the walls he decorated the place with rifles, spears, antlers, heads of animals, and furs that he killed and collected over the years. In his slumber he dreamt of all the adventures he had, the hunts, and conflicts he fought in. Most did not know this, but many of his kills included creatures and humanoids from other worlds or dimensions. Many of these things were mutants and monsters from the stars.
In the midst of his dreams something knocked on his door. The sudden knocking stirred him awake. Being stirred from his slumber like this did not bode well with him. Disgruntled over being woken up this late he stood up and grabbed his rifle to use as a club or at least scare the idiot who knocked on his door. The knocking came again only louder. He stormed over to the door hearing the knocking grow louder into banging.
Frustrated and ready to shoot this idiot the lone swung open the door with such force he could have torn the door off. No one was at the door making him satisfied. To him it must have been some creature knocking around. The woods were old and full of wildlife. He went back to sleep on his chair. An hour later the knocking came again forcing him to get up again. Angry at being woken up again he loaded the rifle. Taking quick angry strides he kicked open door to find no one there.
"I know you're out there you scumbags!" He yelled into the night. The loner slammed the door shut and went back to his slumber. Banging came again much louder this time. At the boiling point he fires two shots at the door.
"BUGGER OFF!" He roared.
Before he could even close his eyes the banging came again. His anger was now transforming into rage. Grabbing his revolvers he rushes outside leaving the door wide open. In every direction from his cabin he fires all twelve shots into the darkness of the night. Feeling like he had killed whoever was screwing with him the loner returned to his cabin slamming the door shut and locking it tight. As he went to his chair he stopped. In it was a strange figure looking directly at him. Its shape could be seen in the fire light. His bobcat ready to attack at any moment. Whatever this figure was it had several horns, a humanoid appearance and it appeared to be cloaked.
"It has been ten years and you are still at the hunt. Alone in these woods with no one else but a bobcat for company. A secret warrior such as yourself is not easy to find." The figure said glaring at him with four red eyes that glowed.
The loner was scared stiff as a statue to see this figure inside his own cabin. He was under the impression there was no one else here. None of the people he knew or lived nearby knew where he even was. Some how this figure had found him.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
"A kill you didn't complete. Do not say another word my friend for I shall not kill you." This figure he did not kill informed him. Whoever it was the figure pulled out a seed and dropped it on the floor. Whatever type of seed this was it melted through the floor boards. Moments later the floor shook and began to splinter in certain places. The whole cabin shook as the floor boards were torn apart by the emerging earth. In front of this loner corpses, arms, and heads came out of the earth. From the floor came spirits of angry looking souls came after him. Seeing corpses, and ghosts jut out of the ground scared him to the point of a heart attack. His heart beat harder than a drum. Sweat poured down his body. His hair was certainly white and his face horrified. Corpses, angry spirits and limbs of dead bodies grabbed him. Each limb dragged him down into the earth. His body felt torn and squeezed into the earth. There was nothing but a human sized hole in the ground. Whoever this figure was killed the bobcat and feasted on its flesh before settling down in his new chair. He uttered no words except.
"You thought had Christmas Alone?"
Merry Christmas
Inside his own cabin he felt secure and safe. He had been through the woods his whole life. Nothing happened to him. His armament included various rifles, revolvers and knives. On this Christmas Even Night he the loner who wandered the woods outside of town had no stockings or gifts. His family was either long gone or dead to him. All over the walls he decorated the place with rifles, spears, antlers, heads of animals, and furs that he killed and collected over the years. In his slumber he dreamt of all the adventures he had, the hunts, and conflicts he fought in. Most did not know this, but many of his kills included creatures and humanoids from other worlds or dimensions. Many of these things were mutants and monsters from the stars.
In the midst of his dreams something knocked on his door. The sudden knocking stirred him awake. Being stirred from his slumber like this did not bode well with him. Disgruntled over being woken up this late he stood up and grabbed his rifle to use as a club or at least scare the idiot who knocked on his door. The knocking came again only louder. He stormed over to the door hearing the knocking grow louder into banging.
Frustrated and ready to shoot this idiot the lone swung open the door with such force he could have torn the door off. No one was at the door making him satisfied. To him it must have been some creature knocking around. The woods were old and full of wildlife. He went back to sleep on his chair. An hour later the knocking came again forcing him to get up again. Angry at being woken up again he loaded the rifle. Taking quick angry strides he kicked open door to find no one there.
"I know you're out there you scumbags!" He yelled into the night. The loner slammed the door shut and went back to his slumber. Banging came again much louder this time. At the boiling point he fires two shots at the door.
"BUGGER OFF!" He roared.
Before he could even close his eyes the banging came again. His anger was now transforming into rage. Grabbing his revolvers he rushes outside leaving the door wide open. In every direction from his cabin he fires all twelve shots into the darkness of the night. Feeling like he had killed whoever was screwing with him the loner returned to his cabin slamming the door shut and locking it tight. As he went to his chair he stopped. In it was a strange figure looking directly at him. Its shape could be seen in the fire light. His bobcat ready to attack at any moment. Whatever this figure was it had several horns, a humanoid appearance and it appeared to be cloaked.
"It has been ten years and you are still at the hunt. Alone in these woods with no one else but a bobcat for company. A secret warrior such as yourself is not easy to find." The figure said glaring at him with four red eyes that glowed.
The loner was scared stiff as a statue to see this figure inside his own cabin. He was under the impression there was no one else here. None of the people he knew or lived nearby knew where he even was. Some how this figure had found him.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
"A kill you didn't complete. Do not say another word my friend for I shall not kill you." This figure he did not kill informed him. Whoever it was the figure pulled out a seed and dropped it on the floor. Whatever type of seed this was it melted through the floor boards. Moments later the floor shook and began to splinter in certain places. The whole cabin shook as the floor boards were torn apart by the emerging earth. In front of this loner corpses, arms, and heads came out of the earth. From the floor came spirits of angry looking souls came after him. Seeing corpses, and ghosts jut out of the ground scared him to the point of a heart attack. His heart beat harder than a drum. Sweat poured down his body. His hair was certainly white and his face horrified. Corpses, angry spirits and limbs of dead bodies grabbed him. Each limb dragged him down into the earth. His body felt torn and squeezed into the earth. There was nothing but a human sized hole in the ground. Whoever this figure was killed the bobcat and feasted on its flesh before settling down in his new chair. He uttered no words except.
"You thought had Christmas Alone?"
Merry Christmas
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