A twisted vision of Santa

With a wave of his clawed hands, he transformed himself into a deranged Santa Claus that matched the horror movie Papa was wrapping up on the TV.

The hunched-over twisted vision of Santa called on a bit more Christmas magic to keep the family trapped here. And with that, he took a sturdy axe from the shed to complete the look. He snuck in through the bathroom window while Mama was getting out of the shower. She didn't have time to tie her robe before Krampus began the chase.

"Tommy! Oh my god! HELP!" She screamed as she ran down the hall, the deranged Santa smacking her ass with the axe handle the whole way. He had no intention of killing the family, after all, what good is punishment if they aren't alive to remember it?

"Mom? What's going on?!" The daughter asked as she emerged out of her room, wiping away the sleep from her eyes. Mother tried to take her daughter with her but in the panicked confusion, she continued running past her. Instead, Krampus grabbed hold of the daughter and began dragging her along as he continued chasing Mother down the hall into the living room.

The deranged Santa hurled the axe at Mama, past her head and burying it into the wall. He charged after her sending her scrambling to her daughter who was now next to the Christmas tree. Meanwhile, Papa had run from his chair for the gun in the dresser.

Krampus pulled the axe handle out of the wall, leaving behind the blade. He found Papa looking and with a swift blow, he knocked him out cold. His hard head shattered the axe handle.

He'll be sore in the morning.

This meant that Krampus would have to find another way to make mother and daughter painful punishment, his hunger growing as they cowered in fear underneath the bright Christmas tree...