“Have you been naughty or nice?”
I wake up to see a smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He’s standing at the foot of the bed with an axe covered in blood. With a gasp, I bolt toward the door. His long nails claw my hair as I run, almost tripping on the hardwood floor. My heart pounds as I sprint toward the stairway. If only I can make it downstairs.
“Have you been naughty or nice?” His voice is close and I can smell his rotting breath behind me. SLAM. The axe crashes into the wall within an inch from my right ear. The stairs seem a mile long. Instead of taking one step at a time, I can take two or maybe even three. I have to. But would I make it? I take a deep breath and jump over as many as I can. I need to fly.
The monster’s talons grab a hold of my left shoulder. I fall back on a step and tumble down the remaining flight of stairs. The back of my head hits the bottom of the staircase. Lying there with my head throbbing, I see large eyes and a wide bear trap smile.
“Have you been naughty or nice?” he purrs as he raises the axe.