#55Word #Creepfest Contest

On the first day of Christmas, the snow no longer lay pristinely on the ground; its sparkling white, now crimson. Chunks of meat dented the snow’s crusty layer, leftovers from the night’s slaughter. The merry carolers should not have haunted my step. I warned them, I did. They made me slash each one to bits.

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