Christmas is a wonderful time of year for most people but for people like me it’s the worst. The people who can see the undead. The ghost of Christmas always comes out to play. His skin is green and wrinkly his eyes a peircing yellow. He wears red rags and is basically skin and bone. He almost resembles a snake if it mated with an elf. Every year the ghost of Christmas appears on the park chained to a bench. His slim ages wrists wrapped in brown rusty chains. He calls to all the kids to play. All children can see the undead. That’s how imaginary friends happen and well if you didn’t have one then you slipped through the cracks.

As a usual part of my routine I head to my local park and take my place the old wooden rustic bench. It’s paint has chipped off and faded away over the years. It’s basically aged like milk,and as usual like every other decemeber the green goblin shouts to the children to play a game. One poor unfortunate soul always says yes. He sends them on a dark and dangerous quest. “Head through the woods” he says in a whisper “please find my soul and I’ll give you all the gifts you want.” Many children believe he’s a descendant from Santa. Some sort of family member who ended up on the park.

He’s actuallt a demon. A demon who feeds off of the souls on children for breakfast,lunch dinner and dessert and the odd snack.

When the children hunt for his soul he gives them a path way. A vision of a map to follow which many niave child would. If leads them down a dark narrow pathways where the trees have died and mud is thick and sticky. No living things insight.

Once they follow the pathway they reach a box. A big black box with a green glow around it. The glow calls out them. This is his so called “soul”. They go to pick it up and daily terribly so instead they open the box and say they’ll gift it him by hand. Once they open the box it’s to late they have already gone. The green light sucks there soul and feeds it to the ghost of Christmas.

How do you know this you ask? I was once one of the young Niave children.

How else do you think I can see the undead?