During a cold Christmas Eve, Karen and Trevor were

celebrating inside their cosy home, wearing comfy, carefully

knitted jumpers. Surrounded by fairy lights, the couple
admired their newly decorated Christmas tree. Karen was
about to have her last bite of the freshly baked macaroons
when the sudden ring of the bell startled them.
“I got it,” Trevor said.
He strode towards the door, thinking about what awaits him
on the other side. When he opened the door, he found a
crimson parcel on the doorstep. A black cross stood out on
the middle. He looked suspiciously around to find nothing
except for the growling of the wind. Swiftly, he grabbed the
parcel and ran inside. He found Karen behind him.
“Who was is,” she said, glancing at the parcel. “Is that a
present?”
They opened the parcel to find a letter and a Christmas card.
Karen snatched the letter and her eyes widened while
reading “We’re coming”.
“Do you think someone knows?” he whispered, moving
towards Karen, stepping on the box for a sudden classic
music to start playing. They both looked towards the source
of the sound t find a doll doing a Tarantella dance. The doll
raised its hand, pulling out a tape. They both shared a
terrified glance. A shrill, bloody scream erupted from the
basement.

To be continued. . .