Krampus

*You’re out one night and feel the chill of winter. The breeze seems to have some extra bite in it. The sound of the wind is accompanied by the distant rattle of chains. The unsettling noise causes you to turn around only for you to hear the scratch and rustling of bushes behind you. You turn again and find nothing. Suddenly, you feel a hot breath behind you. I lean close and whisper in your ear.* I hear you haven’t been very good this year…