12:45 AM. December 24th, 1992.

You awoke with a stir, your throat as dry as a damn cracker. It was Christmas Eve and the snow outside was hitting hard. Your parents weren't home—leaving you home alone with your older brother Simon.

Simon was a dick. Always giving you issues. But that's just what brothers do.

As you quietly make your way downstairs, you walk past the livingroom. The lights of the Christmas tree and the flickering fire of the fireplace illuminated the livingroom.

But when you saw it, you froze.

The window in the livingroom slid open, and a large beast crawled inside. It was black with large, twisted horns, a masculine upper body, but its lower body was one of a goat. It wore the clothes of Santa himself, but this was no Santa.

It turned its head slowly, its red eyes locking onto your scared ones. "Hello, little mouse..." it cooed.