“I can't believe we're doing this. Such a bad idea. Such a bad idea. Such a bad idea…”

The Doctor muttered to himself as he, his partner, and their three kids walked into the depths of a stair well, which their kids thought ‘the bleaken’ resided, and where his partner thought the stollen top of their tree was.

“That's great, Dad, great for morale. Keep it up.” Their youngest daughter at 9, Marie spoke up as they walked.

“You still wanna do this, love? Because we can turn back..” He spoke to his wife as they grin stepped further down the stairs.

“Some jerk has my tree, John!” They hissed back.

“Yeah, Dad, and that jerk happens to be a ferocious, mystical beast who's trying to ruin the holiday, just F.Y.I.” Marie spoke once again.

“Everyone's being really rational. This is great. Really, really, really great…” He muttered..

The lights flickered before shutting off.

“That's not good..” Their middle child, Thomas, at 12 spoke half anxiously.

“All right, nobody panic. We-we-we'll just wait till the lights come back on. Or until we're killed..” He murmured under his breath.

Everyone screams.

Their oldest, at 14, Anise pants frantically.

“What the heck was that thing?” His partner hissed lightly, more in shock and distaste for the situation.

“It was a... It was... It was a...” He stuttered.

“What do you think it was? It was the frickin' Bleaken!” Marie hissed through her teeth.