Estimated reading time — 86 minutes

1

This was a long-time coming writing this. Not even completely sure what you would call it, but for me it’s an explanation to what had occurred so many years ago, a record so that the events and people who were hurt won’t be forgotten. Finally, an apology. As you will soon read, this whole thing falls on my shoulders and for a long while I have accepted that. I hope that if you were one of those who were affected by my actions, you will find some kind of peace reading this, but perhaps being in the dark would be the best kindness you could give yourself. To others, read this as a warning. There are some things in this world that were buried in order to be forgotten and should stay that way. I didn’t do that; what I wanted was the truth see what was really out there. All that was achieved in the end was the suffering of so many. However you may feel about me by the end, I know I can leave this world knowing that this story won’t die with me. So, I will start where it began.

My name is Alex, I’m from Australia and my farther was offered a new job position in a completely different county. Causing my parents and I to uproot everything to begin our new lives in Germany. We will be living in Freiburg; dad will be working at the local University teaching engineering. My mum was a nurse and hope she may find work once getting there once we settle in. During this whole period, I did not feel ready. I was only 12 years old and already everything I loved and know was left behind once I got on that plane. I feel a knot build up in my stomach again thinking about it, as if the pins and needles I was feeling in my legs after a long flight wasn’t enough. Feeling my mum’s hand wrap around mine. “It’s going to be fine Hun. Just think of this as a whole new adventure for us. Remember how hard you worked during your language class to prepare yourself to come here?” She gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “Your dad and I are so proud of you; I know you can face anything.” I couldn’t help but smile when she said that. It was true that the three of us had to practice our German as soon as dad got the news. Hopefully the other kids won’t give me shit sounding like a bogan while speaking in their language. Mum relaxed after seeing me smile and I had to remember we all left a lot behind to do this. Once landed, we make our way through the airport. Despite it being only early November, the whole place was decked out for the Christmas season. “Pretty good right? I have heard they go all out during festivities.” Dad while admiring the decorations on display. “This will be our first real winter wonderland Christmas.” Catching a glimpse out of the window we all go to see the senary. Even though it’s not quite snow ready weather here, we can see a slight fall of snowflakes drifting from the sky. It wasn’t much, but at the time through the eyes of a child it really felt magical.

Dads new job gave him a work vehicle, which they have left for us at the airport in order to travel. It was a spacious SUV, efficient to sore all his tools and other equipment. Taking a bit of a detour to take a look at the area, even seeing where dad will be working. The place was big much like city should, but it was very clean. Both the buildings and the environment itself were like seeing a whole other world. A bit overwhelming but beautiful. Dad pulls over to check the map to be sure we were going in the right direction of our new home. As he goes to pull out, another car comes speeding down only barely missing the back of the car. “Fucking Wanka!” Dad yells as he slams the horn to further show his anger. “Richard, seriously you need to control your language. You don’t know who you’ll bloody offend, this isn’t the bar back at home.”

“Mums right dad. At least translate it so they know your trying to insult them.” A groan escapes my mum as my dad nodded at my idea. “Good thinking son, I’ll get right on that once we get to the house.”

As we continue to drive around, I couldn’t help but speak of my mind. “I’m surprise we will be living in a city though. Please tell me were not just going to be living in some tiny apartment.” Already missing our old home out in the country, plenty of acres to run around and go exploring. Dad gives a chuckle. “Don’t worry mate. You’ll be glad to hear we will be living just outside of the city area. Although our property won’t be as large, we will be living in a beautiful house near forest area.” Mum adjusts herself in the seat to look at me. It will be like living in a county village, plenty of hiking trails to explore and I’m sure you will meet new friends to do that with.” This information really lifted my spirts. Perhaps this place won’t be so bad.

The next few days we unpacked the few things we travelled with and luck for us the home came with some furniture with the house, so I thankfully didn’t have to sleep on the floor. The last of our personal items were being shipped, should be here by the end of the week. At the very least I was able to decorate my room as close as it uses to look in Australia. Got my poster of Eminem and Nickelback, along with my collection of classic horror monsters posters covering my walls. The bookshelf remained mostly empty as I was only able to bring a few of my favourite books. I’m not particularly a big reader but I do enjoy books on wildlife and horror stories with great illustrations. Reading both of these things along with what I find outside, gives me ideas for my own drawings. While I was in the middle of sketching a mutated dingo, based off the design of the kangaroo mutants from the Tank Girl movie. Outside my window there were two voices that sounded like young kids. Deciding to take a peek, there were two boys around my age running somewhere with a ball. It’s easy to assume they would be heading to the park area not far from my house. Tired of being cooped up in my room, I thought this might be a good of a chance then any to meet some of the local kids. Calling to my mum to let her know I was stepping out; I started making my way to the park. As expected, the two boys were there kicking the ball to one another. One boy had blond hair and brown eyes. He looked to be slightly taller than me but also leaner in stature. The second boy could possibly be a year older by how tall he was and had a very strong sturdy physic. Before I let my nerves flare up and chicken out, I make my way up to them. Getting closer, the brunette kicked the ball a bit to hard and was coming towards me. The ball stops at my feet, and I see their eyes meet mine. The Burnette smiles “Hey, you’re a new face around here. Are you the family that just moved into the house just further up?” Thankfully I am able to understand what he was saying. Now let’s hope my own pronunciation was good enough that they will understand me. Trying to keep my cool so that my words would sound confident coming out. “Yeah, just finished unpacking. Thought I finally check out to see what this place has to offer.” A snort escapes the blond and the brunette just started laughing. I could feel my face burn only imagining how red I was. The blond decided to calm the situation. “Sorry man just never heard an accent like that speaking German. You American or something?” Crossing my arms and shooting him a glare wanting to clarify. “Australian actually.” The second boy then pipes up. “Woah really?! Isn’t that country full of the most poisonous and dangerous animals?” I shrug as if it was nothing. “Yep, we are pretty well known for our snakes and spiders. Also, Kangaroos are just deer on steroids.” The blond smiles at me. “Well since you managed to survive a place like that up till now, living here will be easy in comparison.” He stretches out his hand to me. “By the way, I’m Fynn and that there (pointing to the brunette) is Benedict. Shaking both their hands, Benedict wanted to add in. “You can call me Ben by the way.” A moment of relief came over me, that meeting these two had made me feel less lonely since coming here.

We played ball for a bit while making conversation. The guys were patient and translated any words they spoke I didn’t understand, but slowly and surly it was becoming more natural. Eventually Ben had the idea to show me around the place. Together we took a wonder through the village showing me the best hangout spots and to get a bite to eat. There was no Micky D’s but I’m open to give new things a shot. Then we came across a stone and wood cabin styled library. Wasn’t sure why this place would be a highlight till Fynn explained. “It’s owned and ran by a man who both himself and his ancestors lived here for centuries. Comes from serious old money.”

Ben then nudged Fynn in the arm. “Despite all that though, the guy is really humble and has donated so much throughout the years including rare collections pass down through his family. Guys so nice he makes me hot chocolate when I visit whenever my Mutter kicks me out when I pissed her off.” The thought of this made me laugh that he speaks of it like it’s a regular occurrence. “Anyway.” Fynn continued. “The library has a pretty good collection as he does want to encourage the local kids to read more. There are a great range of different genres and even a collection of comics both recent and rare collectables. If there is something you want, he’ll get it.” That does sound pretty good, definitely have to stop by in there at some point. Our tour eventually led us to the edge of the forest area. Sections of the trees bundle together that made it difficult for even the sunlight to come through in areas. There was something so beautiful and unsettling looking at it. If I were not careful and alone to wonder out here, it wouldn’t take much to get lost. So being here with the other two certainly brings a bit of comfort. Deeper in we went, joking around and jumping on any big rocks we came across. Once again, I was being taken in by my surrounding all while Ben had found a stick and speared a living slug on the end of it. Then proceed to try to shove it in Fynn’s face. I take the opportunity to look around a little bit, while making sure not to wonder to far from the others. At the corner of my eye, I see something that stands out of place. On a large rock sat a teddy bear. The fur was warned, and it was missing an eye. There was no one else around, only the sounds of Fynn and Ben tussling on the ground nearby. Reaching my hand out to it, whispering to myself as my fingers gripped around it. “Where did you come from?” As soon as I lifted it off the rock, a sound of something falling was coming from above.

Stumbling to the ground to the ground and a scream escapes me. Ben and Fynn came running after hearing the commotion. The thing was the size of an average man wearing a red tattered robe, all while hanging by a noose. Its face was covered by a hood leaving the only thing that I can clearly see was the grey wispy beard and long horns protruding from its head. Standing up I approach it to take a closer look. “Clearly a prank from the older boys, they always do this around Christmas to scare little kinder.” Fynn explained in annoyance. Ben started to run up towards the stuffed doll giving it a slight push. “Got to admit they are upping their props, although anything hanging like this would freak anyone at first glance. Isn’t that right Alex?”

That last comment came with a sly smile on his face towards me. I shoot him the middle finger in response. It is quite embarrassing knowing this actually scared me even for a moment. Straw poked out in areas; confirm it was just a scarecrow wearing a rubber mask. Good news at least, I won’t have to tell my parents I found a dead body. At my feet laid the teddy who had been torn from the ground impact. Its belly was filled with rocks, probably used to weigh the rope down that held the scarecrow. Although this was some stupid prank, there was definitely something disturbing about the mask. “What does scaring kids have to do with Christmas, or do you combine Halloween and Christmas together to save time?”
“It’s called Krampus.” Ben explains while looking up the scarecrow’s robes. Fynn comes to stand next to me and continues. “It’s not as common anymore except in a few pagan groups. But to put it simply, Krampus is just a darker version of Santa in the old days.” Suddenly getting jumped by Ben he hangs his arms around our shoulders. “Yeah, this one is believed to be a half goat man monster. Instead of coal, this one would kidnap young kinder and drag them to Hell. Or a more PG version would be that he you’d just beat you with a stick.”

Looking back at the prop, trying to get a better look at its face. Although only rubber the skin texture appeared like grey leather, but it sat like it was dripping wax. The gapping jaw was a dark void, like it was either screaming or trying to consume. This is all while its hollow eye’s stares into emptiness.

Once it was getting late, we make our way home. Parting ways we exchange numbers to text each other. I was glad to hear that we will all be attending the same school and will be making my first day feel less anxious. Dad had told me that I will be attending school even this late in the year. The school principal was happy to do it so that I can get settled with some of the other students and adjust to the layout of the classrooms and plan schedule. It’s definitely a lot flashier than the last school I attended. However, this one is a private school, so I have to wear a stuffier looking uniform. Guess it’s just what I’m stuck wearing, starting tomorrow. I lay on my bed trying to draw from memory of the scarecrow in the woods. Funny how its half man half goat, yet the only goat aspect was the horns unless you count the beard. The thing didn’t have hands just short stubs covered by the robe’s sleeves, the same was with the leg area. My mind begins to drift as my pencil scratched at the paper and slowly my eyes start to feel heavy. Then I felt my body relax till drifting off to sleep.
I jolted awake, my room was dark apart from the minimal light coming from the window. Odd, I thought I had closed it before I went to bed. Looking at it more, I noticed the window covered in frost. Only through certain parts can you see the outside where a snowstorm was blowing. Crazy how dramatic the weather can change here. Starting to feel a chill I wrapped myself back up in my blankets, staring ahead of room that was in deep darkness. Letting out a breath, it created a mist in the area. As soon as it disappeared another one formed…but not by me. In fact, it came from the direction on my left. Fear had me frozen unable to move and everything in my mind was screaming to hide under the covers. Why didn’t I?
Even after hearing a low growl right next to my ear, my head starts to move towards the direction of the noise. Crouched beside my bed I saw the monster looking right at me. Its clawlike hands laid upon my bed looking spotted and worn as if belonging to an old man. His nails were yellow with brown stains underneath. Nothing however compared to the things face. A dirty grey beard grew off skin that looked like it would slip off his skull with a wet thud. Empty sockets directed at me, yet I could feel they looked at me with hunger. My attention then drew to its mouth that hanged open revealing the source where growls lingered. Its face grew closer and closer to the point where I can feel it hot breath blasting past its black rotted teeth. I tried to scream, call for help but nothing came out. It was like all the air was sucked from my lungs. The old hands had wrapped around my face, pulling me in to consume me.

2

A blinding light glared in my eyes causing an abrupt awakening. “Come on mate, get your ass up.” My dad said in a tired tone. Sitting up in my bed, I looked over to my window where my dad had flung the curtains open. Bright sun and clear skies were all I could see outside. Putting my mind at ease knowing it was all in my head last night. As Dad went to walk out of my room, he notices my sketch book on the floor. Must have fallen during the night.

Picking it up, the page was on my most recent drawing. “This one looks new, bit creepier than your usual pictures. Honestly, I have no idea how you don’t get nightmares thinking this stuff.” Before I could think of a response, he continues after placing the book on my desk. “I’m really glad you got back into drawing again mate. Your mum and I did notice you had stopped after telling the news of us coming here. Gives us that peace of mind that you’re warming up here.” He gives me a gentle smile before leaving, closing the door.
I can’t remember exactly how I felt at that moment when I heard him say that. But funny how over such a small thing my parents were concerned for me. Something I didn’t really see the big deal of at the time and took for granted. I suppose you learn best through mistakes.

Once getting out of bed, I approach my desk deciding to look at the book. Since I drifted off last night, I didn’t even remember how my drawing turned out. Flicking to the page there I saw the face from my dreams. Screaming with its sagging face and horns on its head. All while a crooked hand reached out as if wanting to grab whatever was on the other side of that page.

Even after all this time I kept that sketch book. Never been one to write in a journal, but with my drawings it’s like a piece of my memories placed in a single picture.
Slamming the book shut after feeling the hair on my neck stand up.

After getting ready I make my way into the kitchen. Mum’s immediate reaction after seeing me was in awe. “Look how smart you look in your uniform.” I looked back at her unimpressed.

“I feel like a goon bag trying to be sold as vintage.” She rolls her eyes, accepting that her family is any void of class. Getting a solid feed in me I follow Dad out to the car. It wasn’t a far drive to the bus stop; hell, I knew very well I could have easily walked the distance. However, I could tell he wanted to be involved on my first day. As we pulled up Ben and Fynn waved me over. I couldn’t deny there was a wave of relief seeing them. Ben swung his arms over me. “Lucky for you there won’t be a lot to do since its close to the end of the year.” Fynn didn’t seem to convince hearing that and felt he had to clarify. “Really its mainly catch up, for anyone with late work.” He seemed to be looking more towards Ben when saying the last part. “There is always one teacher that will announce a ‘fun assignment’ before school ends.”

The Bus makes its stop, and we make a move to get on. As I pick up my bag, I just thought that I couldn’t care less about some project, more on communicating with others without looking like an idiot. Mum did tell me they teach English and French at the school. Finding that conversations with Ben and Fynn do split between German and English. Fynn is more confident in his English as his Dad has conversations with overseas clients from America. As for dear Benedict, he certainly tries and gets a few phases, though some of what he says is in the wrong context. For example, he told me yesterday he helped his brother with the mommy milkers. That’s when I learned his family had owned cows.

The bus was filled with chatter the entire ride and it felt like nothing out of the usual. Once arriving at the school was another story. Place was massive, appearing more like a university than grade school. So many students hustled about, many already heading to class. Although the guys and I are in the same year level, there were two home rooms. Sadly, that meant Ben will have to meet up with us at lunch. The classroom was spacious, and each student had already their selected seats. Taking the only one without a name tag up front of the class. Thankfully class went well, even the teacher checking in between on me to be sure I was following along without issue. Didn’t seem like it went long before it was lunch. Fynn and Ben wanted to give me a tour of the school, the place being so big had a simple layout and wouldn’t take me long to memorise where everything is. The two of them have very different ways on giving a tour, that I could imaging many would question how these two are friends. Getting to know them they really balance each other out and really click together. Fynn is describing all the different class they have to offer and the teachers then as we approach the oval Ben gets all excited. He starts running up to a large stump and jumps on top of it. “Here is the spot I fought a squirrel single handedly.”

“You were running and screaming when it jumped on your head, that does not count as a fight.” Fynn expresses with amusement and slight concern on how much of an idiot his friend might be. We all had a good laugh which made the next part feel like it happened so suddenly. As we turn around to start walking back towards the classrooms, there was a fast impact that hit me right in the chest. Recovering after a moment, all I was left with was a wet stickiness on the front of my new uniform. Looking down, someone had thrown an egg at me. Tears were welling in my eyes, doing my best to hold them back. I was angry but mainly embarrassed. Ahead of us was a group of kids who appear to me a year ahead of us and the ones responsible of throwing the egg at me.

The group of kids laughed amongst themselves. “What the hell arschloch!” To my surprise it was Fynn who yelled out to them. He comes across as the level-headed one, so it was a different sight to see him revved up. A taller boy with longish dirty blond hair brushed back decided to respond. “What? Just wanted to give a traditional Freiburg welcome to the Langenscheidt.” His friends begin to laugh again, indicating he was making a dig at me, but I didn’t understand the insult. Fynn however was really pissed by what he said. Soon attention from other students start to watch this unfold. I wanted to end this as I was done drawing attention to myself. “Beat it prick, I haven’t done anything to you so piss off!” This guy gave such a sly smile that made his face so punchable. “Even the way you sound it’s obvious that you don’t belong here. How this school let in a proll like you is a miracle.” This guy was clearly insulting me, but I couldn’t fully understand what he was saying, and I didn’t want to respond wrong and look like the moron here, probably then proving his point. He looked satisfied when it seemed that I didn’t have a response for him. That was when and answer fell from the sky. Or rather thrown at this kid face. A rotted apple exploded on impact with his face causing the mushy substance to go everywhere. Off to the side I see Ben hoping around cheering. “Did you just see that shot?!”

Classic Benedict. Two of the other blokes from the group went to comfort their cocky leader, one of them turning to us shouting. “Du bist verdammt tot”

Before I could register what the guy had said, the next thing I see is a fist coming towards me.

A fight started and continued till the teachers were brought over to break us up. The three of us ended up sitting in the principal office after the incident. First day so far not going great. My parents were going to be so pissed.

The principal looks at the three of us. “I would assume you boys would know why you are here?” We all stay silent, figured that would be enough of an answer. He gives a sigh and continue. “I have already spoke to the other group. They express that their intentions were to be of a harmless prank. However, that is clearly not the case based on what they did as well as the confirmation from other students who saw it happen. So, since the act was out of boswillig, they had been suspended. My face must have had shown some obvious confusion after what he said. “Acted out of malice.” He clarifies. “They were on their third warning so it was time they face repercussions sadly this will be seen on their school record when they apply for high schools. Never mind them now as we are here to work out what I am going to do with you three.” He leans back in his chair trying to go into deep thought. To my side I can feel Fynn fist clenching, this caused guilt to sweep my mind. Fynn was only here because he was only defending me, and we only got in a fight because those jerks threw the first punch. “I will have to make some calls to your parents and get back to you at the end of the day. “He decided.” Your punishment won’t be as serious but since this did turn into a physical fight, we do have to take certain measures to show we don’t tolerate violence at school. I already know Fynn you’re an excellent student and Benedict…well you have good intentions. As for you Alex, I realise this was certainly not how you wanted to spend your first day at school, I trust you will do your best being here.”

Thanks to the Principal I was able to get a spare uniform to change into before heading back to class. The day continued as usual till last block. Both home rooms were gathered in the study hall area. Sitting in chairs waiting to hear why we were gathered here. One of the home room teachers stood at the front and clapped her hands twice to get everyone’s attention. “Alright Students, we have a very important guest today. Please give him your full attention to Mr Nachtnebel. Walking in with the principal was an older man with a greyish white thick beard. I say old but that could be due to the grey hair, he happened to have a youthful presence about him. The same you would have when looking at you grandparents’ younger photos.

“Guten abend kinder. I see a few familiar faces, but for the others who may not know my name is Nicholas Nachtnebel who runs the library on the city outskirts. Your teachers are normally trying to prepare you a final project to present at the year. This year we want you to do something special.” There was a sparkle in his eyes and warmth casted on his face. The other kids were listening to him with great interest, so I suppose he held a great deal of respect in the community. “This city was founded in 1120, making this our 880th anniversary this year. To honour this moment of history, for you project you will do research on an important figure or a special tradition that has occurred in this city. An excited murmur spread across the students. The home room teacher then steps forward again. Alright students, you have been given you assignment. Remember this is meant to be a fun and educational experience to capture each of your interest regarding our history.”

The end of day bell rang, leaving the principal to make a few final words. “Danke kinder, you are dismissed for the day, I only ask that Alex, Fynn and Benedict to stay for a moment. Once the class had made their exit, the only ones remaining was the five of us. The principal decided to start the conversation. “Well, you boys have already been introduced to Mr Natchtenbel here.” The older man gave a chuckle. “Please, feel free to call me Mr Nicholas. I’d feel like my farther otherwise.” Standing now much closer to this man I realised he had a scent of peppermint sweets. Mr Nicholas continued while keeping a soft smile on his face. “Your principal has informed me that you boys will be volunteering at my library after school hours.”

So, this was our punishment then, honestly could have been worse. “I look forward to getting to know you boys and trust you will do good work. I’ll see you at the library tomorrow, as I imaging you have some explaining to your parents when you get home.”
As expected, a lecture was given once I got to the house. Mum of course was the most upset. “Your first day of school and I get a call from the principal!” After getting it out of her system she starts to pinch the bridge of her nose and give a heavy sigh. “at least your principal informed me you didn’t start the fight.” Finally taking a good look at me, I felt her fingers softly touch the bruise on my face. Pulling me into a hug he whispers in my ear. “Please, promise to be more careful next time?”

“I will mum.”

“I wish now I did better at keeping my promise.”

3

It was another day at school had come and passed, thankfully less eventful than yesterday. My mum had picked me from school today, probably to make sure I follow through with my volunteer work. As I jumped in the car (We had managed to get a second hand one to help mum get around) I notice she was wearing similar scrubs she had use to wear back in Australia. Seeing that I had taken noticed she decides to give an explanation. “Didn’t want to say anything till it was official, but I was able to get a position at a nearby hospital as a nursing assistant. This is my first day and they want to put me through a trial period to see how my education holds up. Not to mention getting more confident in reading German so I won’t have any issues going over medical records. So, after some time I might get to go back to a regular nurse position.” I was glad mum was able to get back to work, she gets a bit stir crazy staying home all the time.

Arriving at the library I see Ben who looked to who have also arrived. Walking in together I finally see what the hype was all about. It looked like a standard size building outside, but inside it was so open yet provided a cozy atmosphere. Best I could describe it was like a lumberjack loge with the use of dark wood and stonework, much like the outside. There was even a lit fire in the large fireplace. This honestly makes sense with its owner. Now thinking back on it, Mr Nicholas does look like a wood cutter from a story book with his long hair and full beard and on the day, we met he had been wearing a blue tartan shirt with jeans. While thinking of this we had made our way to the front counter where Fynn had been waiting. Just as we joined together, Mr Nicholas comes out from the back area. “Guten tag you three. Ready to do some work?” He says this with that familiar warm smile. We were shown the layout of the book displays, the area where he kept new stock, and finally the office/filing area. Had to admit this place was amazing and Fynn was right about the collection of interesting books he has here. Throughout the afternoon we did some simple dusting and other general cleaning. We also did book returns and place new books on the shelves. It hasn’t been that bad as we are only there for a few hours before he closes. Mr Nicholas was really relaxed to work around and with our help he was able to focus on paperwork and assisting people who come into the library.

It was already the end of the week, and we had the weekend to look forward to. Just had to get through today and then the others and I can discuss what we should do the next couple of days. During our time here both Ben and Fynn had come up with ideas for the ‘special’ project. Fynn had come across a biography of a man called Max Roman who was a painter in the 1870s. Ben had chosen to do his on traditional recipes made during this season. I suppose any excuse to get his mum to make baked goods was all he needed. I on the other hand still had no idea what I wanted to do. I certainly don’t have as much connection to this city, little alone this country. Not sure what I could connect with that would be deemed important to this place. As I’m dusting the shelves, Ben skidder around the corner and came right for me. “Alter!” He calls both Fynn and I that a lot and from my understanding it means bro or dude. “You got to help me. A group of kids were screwing around and knocked down a book display. Can you finish my bin collection so I can clean it up before Mr Nicholas sees it.” I was wondering why Mr Nicholas would be mad at Ben about the mess if he didn’t cause it, till it clicked. “You were the one that knocked it over, didn’t you?”

He gives me a blank expression then puts his hand on my shoulder. “Thanks for understanding.” Then he took off back down where he came from.

Against my better judgment I collected the rubbish from each of the bins and take them out to the outside trash cans. Goin through the back door, it leads out to the side of the building and right next door was a playground. It was only an hour since school finished so many younger children were running around all while their parents watched from the benches. As I threw the rubbish in the bin, a group of small kids were dancing around in a circle not too far from the fence I was near. Together they sang a song that follow the tune of Ba ba black sheep. However, focusing on the lyrics, it was very different.

“Krampus, Krampus
Have you any souls?
Yes Sir, Yes Sir
Three bags full
Those who are cheaters
And those who like flames
Those who are naughty kids
Who always pass the blame.”

I find at random times when it draws near Christmas, this song would ring in my head to this day. Funny hearing something so dark come from the mouths of giggle kids. But that all it was to them, a funny song about a monster that hid under the bed at Christmas.

The parents of those children started to call out to them, they seem to be annoyed at what they were doing. Seemed to be an odd response. Though I couldn’t help but think that this Krampus was pretty well known to the point even ones at such a young age knew what it was, despite not being such a common tradition anymore. Perhaps that could be my project. A creepy old tradition that used to celebrate in this city would be interesting to do. As I watch the kids scamper off there was a sudden force pushing me, causing my body to collapse to the ground and hitting my head on the skip bin. “You stupid fickgesicht. You got me suspended!”

Lifting my head up I see it was that prick from school. I learned the day after he had got suspended that his name was Claud. Thankfully for me he seemed to have come alone, but first I had to get up. As I attempt to stand on my feet, I feel his kick hit me right in my ribs. “My dad got pissed at me when he heard from the school.” Once he had said that I noticed the dark markings around his neck, like someone had strangled him. Sure, we had a punch up but I’m sure none of us had attempted to strangle one another. I tried to get up again, but this time he grabs me by the back of my shirt and slams me against the skip bin. Although this kid was only a year older, he was taller and broader than I was. Speed is normally on my side but while I’m pinned like this, I couldn’t do anything. Claud grits his teeth and so much hate in his expression. Only now becoming an adult I now know that anger he had been feeling was aimed at something beyond me. Unfortunately, I was going to be the thing he took his anger out at that moment. “This time I’m not going to stop till I see blood.” All I could do was wait for the beating and hope it will be over quickly.

But just like the time before my prays were answered by sending me an impulsive angel. Ben had come outside and saw what was going on and immediately tackled Claud to the ground. At least Ben had a more even fight against Claud, clearly years working on his family farm has paid off for his strength. Tossing around on the ground both trying to get a good couple of hits in before picking themselves up. Claude took the opportunity to make a run for it, but not before Ben got one final kick up his rear. Watching him disappear around the corner Ben made his way to check up on me. “Was fur ein wichser.” He said in a light tone hoping it would make me feel better. Although my heart at the time felt it was beating in my ears that I didn’t completely process what he was saying. “Or what you say in Australia, what a wanka.” I started to laugh then immediately regret it, holding my ribs.
Heading back inside, Fynn runs up as if he had been looking for us. He took one look at me and saw there was something wrong. I briefly describe my run into Claud and suggest I should get checked out to make sure nothing was broken. Even breathing was painful. Making our way to Mr Nicholas, Fynn fill us in at what had happened. Apparently, Claud was here with others and that they had thrown eggs all at the front. We can only assume Claude went around the side of the building to make more of a mess but ended up running into me. Mr Nickholas looked at my injuries to see if I had to be driven to hospital. His hands put gentle pressure against my ribs. As expected, there was a sharp pain, then almost suddenly there was this ice-cold feeling. He pulls away giving me a reassuring smile. “You’ll be alright, just expect a few bruises.” Surprised by this I stood up from the chair, all I felt only mild soreness. Perhaps a moment of rest has relaxed it a bit.

We grabbed the cleaning supplies and proceeded to get stuck into the mess outside. It took a while to clean the mess, at least Mr Nicholas was nice enough to take away the collected rubbish and brought out drinks for us. Getting to a part of the wall, I saw that someone had drawn graffiti with permanent marker. This wasn’t some gang tag that I was used to seeing, no this was more detailed. There was a face of a hairy creature with horns and a long tongue coming out its mouth. The words written next to it read as follows.

‘He’s coming. He will take you.

“Krampus.” I whispered under my breath. How is it I keep hearing about this thing yet still feel like I don’t know much about it. Like everyone is in on the secret and I am only collecting pieces. I should bring it up with Mr Nicholas, surly he be knowledgeable on the subject.

Completing the task, Mr Nicholas waited for us inside. “Done a great job out there. Really appreciate your hard work today, definite well deserve a break this weekend.” Staying back, I waved to the other two goodbye as the left. “Something you need young Alex?” He looks at me still as chipper than ever. Funny how that even though his library had been vandalized he still remained in high spirits. “Umm, yeah. The first thing is that I spotted some graffiti on the wall outside. I wouldn’t come off with the cleaning products and may need to be painted over.”

He runs his fingers in his beard in thought before responding. “Not a problem, got someone in mind who can fix that up for me. Was there anything else?”

“Yes.” I quicky answered. “Do you have any books on the celebration of Krampus in your library or do you know much about it yourself?”

A stern expression spread across the usually cheerful face. Even the sparkle in his eyes suddenly dimmed. “Interesting you know anything about that, it’s not common knowledge in Australia, isn’t it?” I was thrown off by the sudden change in his demeanour. His tone now came across as annoyed? angry?

“No it’s not, I had only found out about it since coming here. Thought it seemed to be an interesting project topic.”

Mr Nicholas seemed to have shaken off that odd reaction going back to his usual self. However, his smile now came across strained. “Well, I could definitely come up with more pleasant topics then that one, but it would seem you are determined to continue to go through with this. Sad to tell you this that I don’t have any books on that subject and can’t say I know much myself. Perhaps you should try the school library.” He then turns his back to me and looks out of the window. “Head home and get some rest, I need to close up here.”

4

Finally, it was the weekend, the three of us had texted each other the night before about what we should do. Ben wanted to go to the arcade which seemed to be a good idea till we realised we were all a bit scrapped for money. Fynn suggested we go explore the Black Forest since it won’t be too long before it will get too cold to go up there, we all agreed. I had been keen to see the area since I got here.

We meet up at the park and used what pocket money we had to get snacks for the trip. Grabbing our bikes we rode to the train station. The ride on the train was long but relaxing as you watch the scenery go by outside the window. Figured since it will be a while till we get there I’ll bring up the odd conversation I had with Mr Nicholas. I explained to them what I chose to do for my assignment and the strange reaction I got asking for Mr Nicholas help.
“Can’t say I blame the man.” Fynn looks over at Ben as if unsure to continue. After moment he finishes his response.

“We didn’t think to tell you this as usually this time of year the school would make their important announcements.” My mind was racing, what haven’t I been told?

Fynn can see the confusion in my expression and pushes through with explaining. “Listen, every year around Christmas, someone goes missing. This has been happening in this area longer than any of us had been alive. Every time when one gets reported, there was never a sign of a struggle or evidence to bring any leads. It’s as if they were swallowed up by the earth and vanish.” I start to notice Ben wasn’t saying anything and he only fidget with his bag strap with mournful look. Fynn continues. “The only thing they connect the victims aside the timing of their disappearance was the fact they were all kids ages young as 7 to 17. All are residents in the area. And all of them are what you would call troubled.” He gives me a moment to process everything so far. After a moment I nod to Fynn to keep going. “From what I know of Mr Nicholas he volunteered a lot of his time to kinder with behavioural issues or those who committed petty crimes. He really saw the best in people, and he strongly believed that those kids where just misguided and only needed support. Sadly, it was many of the ones he had tried to help that had disappeared. The mention of your project topic must have struck a nerve.”

I was still at a loss as it still didn’t explain why he wouldn’t like the talk of Krampus in general. “What does this have to do with Krampus. As that was the main reason to Mr Nicholas acting strange.” This time it was Ben who answered. “This has been happening for years and eventually this occurrence was given a name. The Krampus Kidnappings. Seems fitting right, come round Christmas a miss behaved kid goes missing.” He tried to put on a sarcastic tone as if the whole situation was funny. However, the look on Fynn’s face was one I recognized as pity. I didn’t press any further.

Recognizing how the mood between us had become more depressing, Fynn decided to change the subject. “Hey, so there was a particular reason why I wanted to a trip to the Black Forest.” He proceeds to pull out his notebook flipping it open. I can see multiple notes scribbled down and highlighted. The guy I’m doing my project on, Max Wilhelm Roman. He was a landscape painter and some of his works were done looking at the Black Forest area. However, a section in his book that had included some diary entries brought up something interesting he had found while being here. He fines the note he was looking for and begins to read it out. “During my travels through the Black Forest, I decided to venture further into the thickest part of the trees to capture nature not touched by man. In doing so, I have found a strange pathway across from the maiden tree. You can walk along the trail, but you cannot enter. Historians talked about there being and edge of the world, I believe I found part of the world God had not finished.” Fynn looked back at us. Remembering back at that moment I cannot forget that childlike wonder on his face. The idea to see the part of the world God left unfinished or potentially the where the world ends. That would call any child to adventure. All of us were keen to find this mysterious path.

Getting to one of the check points of the trails, we take a map pamphlet with us to mark off the trails we take to narrow down where we have been. This was going to be difficult as the only thing we had to direct us to where we wanted to go was the description of a maiden tree. None of us knew what kind of tree that was but with our excited young minds at work, we only assumed we will know it when we see it. Regardless, the hike was still enjoyable, and the surrounding area was very beautiful. There were several individuals and families out also enjoying the trails. As the day got later, less of them were to be seen. We covered a lot of ground, but we still hadn’t found what we came here for. Circling back to where we start, we take another look at the map. “We have covered the smaller paths south of the forest. If you guys are up to coming back tomorrow, we need to take the longer trail heading north and cover the track up there.” Fynn explained showing us where we had to go. Ben and I had no issue with the idea and was more than keen to come back. “This time I’m going to bring a few more things so that we are prepared for anything.” Expressed Ben. I nod in agreement. Perhaps I could bring my sketch book so that if we do find something, I can draw up a map if we have to go off trail.

That night I ate dinner with the family, telling then what the guys and I got up to. “I’m glad you’re doing well at making friends here. Even the lads at work say this is a great area for children to grow up and explore.” Mum also seemed to agree with dad’s statement, imagining she would hear a lot at the hospital from the locals. “Perhaps if you are planning on going out with your friends again tomorrow, I will pack a lunch for you all to share. I trust you will be responsible but please stay safe and stick close with the others.” Both my parent’s moods seem positive and upbeat, assuming then they haven’t heard any rumours about missing kids in this area. Worried to ask if they know anything about it, as they may then start to be against me going out on my own. For now, I will keep it to myself.

The following day, things were starting with a high note. Mum had packed a decent lunch to feed three boys, along with plenty of snacks. I was almost concerned I was going to fit it all in my backpack. Just like the day before we meet up at the park before riding our bikes to the station. During this trip be started to show off the stuff he had decided to bring with him today. From his bag he pulled out a torch, rope and first aid. “Now check out the really cool stuff I managed to bring.” He then holds out a polaroid camera. “In case we see anything cool I can prove we found something. I also borrowed this from my dad.” His hand again rummages in the bag and then pulled out a pocketknife. Fynn grabbed his hand and brings it down out of view. “You idiot you can’t go waving that around while we are on a train.” He looks around to make sure no one had saw it. Lucky for us the few people on the same carriage were doing their own thing and didn’t notice. “There is no way your dad would let you hold it, let alone borrow it. At least admit you had stolen it when he wasn’t looking.” Ben acted offended by Fynn’s words. How dare you say such a thing. I borrowed it without asking but borrowed it non the less. I fully intent to return it. Probably.” The two start to bicker to each other that I loss track to what was being said. Never a dull moment with these two.

What I would give to go back to experience such a simpler time. The world was so easy to see through the eyes of young. All I have left to remember such times now are my memories.

We are here again hopefully we’ll cover more ground than yesterday. There was so much more to see this time around, this time passing waterfalls and even spotted some small wildlife. Ben was snapping photos as we went along. Not sure he will have any film left by the time he would really need it. After wondering for a couple of hours we decided to take a break beside a stream. As we ate lunch Fynn was thoroughly studding the trail map trying where will be the next best path to take. On my left I can hear Ben giggling at something. “Hey guys, that rock over there looks like a butt.” Fynn rolls his eyes. “You are so immature.” He says before taking another bite from his sandwich. Ben then stands up. “No, I am not I am stating a fact. That rock look like a butt, next you’re going to tell me that the tree doesn’t look like a lady!” We looked over to where he was pointing. He had a point, the tree that was just further into the woods did look like a woman figure, standing on the spot with her arms raised above her head. Fynn then stands up and makes his way to the tree. “This could be it” He exclaimed reading over his notes to be sure. “Roman could have described the look of the tree rather the type of tree. So this path he talks about is directly in line with this tree.” Scanning the area there was nothing we could directly see. Deciding we each go in a different direction till we come across something. Agree we only take ten steps so that the tree will remain in view and none of us wonder too far. If nothing is found we return to the tree and make our way back to the trail, then start back at square one. I stared going in my direction and the only thing I noticed was that as I was approaching the trees it was getting thicker as I went in. Getting to the tenth step, I came to a distinct tree line that the canopy of trees practically made it dark further in. And what do you know, there was a path leading right in.

I call the others over to my findings. The path looked rough and overgrown but still clear enough to know it was there. We all stood there looking at it. “Based on the trail map I assume we are somewhere here. This path would then lead towards one of the larger hills.” Fynn said.

Feeling a bit hesitant on walking in the thick part of the forest I was hoping we have a plan. “So, I would imagine we should all go in right, it’s likely that this pathway may be confusing to follow and will try to turn around. Be harder to do if we are together.” Fynn nods in agreement. “Roman made a note on this place decades ago and who knows if the path looked as abandoned as it did when he found it.” Walking in together, thankful that Ben did bring a flashlight. To our surprise the trail was straight, and no obstruction appeared along the path. As we continued through, I was getting a weird feeling, causing a shiver to come over me. It was only a moment, but I could have sworn that my vision briefly blurred and the next thing I see is a light right ahead of me. Walking out of the thick trees, we realised that we were back where the path started, we see the maiden tree. “How? We just walked straight, right?” I asked, starting to question if I was so sure. Before I had a chance to ask Fynn what he thought had happen he immediately turned back to the path and bolted towards it. This left Ben and I looking at each other in shock till we started to react and tried to follow. Fynn was already far down the trail until he was completely out of view. We just stood there at the tree line unsure if we should continue to go after him or wait till, he turned back. As I was about to take off again, I see Fynn appear still running. Getting back to us he was huffing trying to catch his breath. Between inhales he was saying something. “I just kept running straight, there was no turns, curves or even an incline. How did I turn around?” His face was in such a panic as if seeing something he can’t explain, which considering the situation how can you explain this. “Let me try again.” Ben pipes up and goes into a full sprint down through the trees before disappearing. Like Fynn before he reappears, slowing down as he got closer to us. “That so weird.”

Can’t quite remember exactly how long we went running back and forth before we decided to sit down and come up with another strategy. “So, what do you guys actually think this is?” I asked as I wrote down the list of other ways, we can attempt to go down the trail. Fynn looks at his own notes for a bit hoping to find some kind of explanation. “Well Roman was definitely ‘right that it’s a place you can walk but cannot enter. I would suggest we look at some older maps to see if the trail might be recorded in those At least we may get an idea where it leads. I’m not believing in the idea that there is some place in the world god had forgotten. It has to go somewhere, so we may need to find another route to get there.” Fynn is a very smart kid and despite this whole thing being not normal, he is certainly trying to come at this in a logical way.

Just as we decided where we might find some records on this place, a loud deep howl echoed through the trees. “What the fuck was that.” Too afraid to yell it out to draw attention to us whatever it was. Fynn also was surprised. “It sounded like a stag; we get them around our house this time of year and they are common to find in these woods.” He seemed sure about that but there was a bit of uncertainty in his voice. “Are you completely sure.” I asked. Staring off in the direction it was coming from he only just said. “It sounds sick.”

After a moment we both then realised that Ben wasn’t here. Scanning the wooded area neither of us could see him. A huge shock wave sent a shiver through the trees. Assuming the worse we headed over to the noise location. Getting closer we see Ben, crouched down behind a fallen tree. “What are you doing?” I asked him, only met with panicked eyes and gesturing us to get down. Doing so we make our way next to Ben. Peering over the tree log I finally see what has been making those noises and what has gotten Ben so startled. In front of us was a red buck, but there was something unsettling about the animal. I have read some books to familiarise myself with the wildlife here. This was certainly a red deer; however, Red Deer have standing shoulder heights between 3’3”-3’11”. This thing was monstrous in comparison. This buck was the size of a moose and looked as if it had been training with steroids. Its antlers were huge, moss grew along it, and bit of blood splatter. The thing must have been in a recent fight. Its head was down looking to be eating. “I saw it, I saw that thing kill it.” Taking another glance focusing more to what it was consuming, it was a dead animal. Couldn’t even recognize what it used to be it so messy it was like it was beaten till it busted up like a pinata. The buck ripped and teared with its teeth to get to the meat. Taking a moment lifting its head the face becomes more clearer to see. Its snout was stained with blood and even licked it, and a glimpse of canines were seen its mouth. What else stood out to me were its eyes. Instead of the normal golden ones a deer would have, instead it was clouded with cataracts. “I don’t like this; we need to get out of here a report it to a park ranger or something.” Whispered Fynn. I certainly agreed with him on that and as I go to get Ben’s attention to start making a move. The sound of the camera went off.

Feeling my eyes go wide I stare at Ben who also looked just as surprised at how loud that sounded. The sound coming from the deer then went completely silent. It was looking at us.
Standing so still as it breathed heavy, almost in a predatory manner. Is running away even an option? I could only imaging how fast this thing could take off to come after us. Tears start to fall down my face as if every fibre told me I wasn’t going to walk away from this. What felt like forever, the buck moves its head to look up towards the mountain as if it’s being called but none of us could hear it. Then it slowly starts to wonder towards the trees. Giving us one last glance before it completely disappears among the trees.

The train ride back was long and silent. We had managed to find a ranger station and reported the deer. They didn’t seem to believe us but if there was a chance of an illness spreading through the wildlife they will look into it, they would most likely sum it up to kid’s imaginations. I wondered at the time why Ben didn’t show the photo of the thing, hoping he had a reason I would ask about it later. Fynn had fallen asleep which I don’t blame him after all that happened today. Checking over to what Ben was doing I see him looking at the photos he had taken. “Hey, was there a reason you didn’t show that photo to the ranger, would have got them to take us a bit more seriously.” Still looking down flicking through the polaroids he pulls out two and hands them to me. Examining them, they were clearly taken in the area where we had saw it, but the buck appeared in neither of them. “Seriously, that creature was just standing there. How did you miss the shot?” Putting the rest of the photos in a little case he brings his attention to me. “I know I got it in frame. The second photo was taken when I first saw it at a distance. When it didn’t appear in the photo that’s when I tried to get closer.”

Taking a second look, there was like a foggy shape where I expected the deer to be. Reminded me of those photos that say they when they captured a ghost. When I explained my finding to Ben. “Do you think that maybe we saw a type of forest spirit? It would explain why it looked so off.” That comment seemed to upset Ben. “I need time to think. You can keep the photos, since it was your first adventure with us.” Taken aback by his response I didn’t want to upset him further, placing the polaroids in my pocket.

Looking at these photos again bring back happy and painful emotions. This one in particular it was odd seeing. That only when angled in the right light are you given any semblance of something being there.

5

I sent the night looking at those photos. Pulling out my sketch book, I decided to draw it from memory. Trying to remember every detail I can. Doing the best I can it still felt I’m missing something. Scanning the polaroid again just see if there might have been anything I might have overlooked. Still just forest, I try focusing on the strange blur I saw earlier. Looking down back at my drawing I noticed a couple of blood drops on the paper. Touching my face, it seemed my noses just started bleeding.

It was unsettling looking back on this drawing. I had forgot the nosebleed moment till I saw it again, the evidence is quite apparent.

Back at school again, we were given study time to focus on our projects which both myself and the guys tried to make the most of. Fynn did a lot of reading on old maps in the Black Forest area and development history. Even though I am also curious about what we found there, reading those books would have put me to sleep. I was hoping to find books on Krampus and there was very little to work with. Only in a book of holiday poems had I found any mention of him. All I have learned is that Krampus is a half goat half man demon.

Deciding to ask around I got a lot of information form the other students.

-He is Santas evil brother who punishes kids
-Krampus steals kids to eat them
-Krampus is actually the devil himself
-His home is in Hell
-He lives in a castle in the mountains
-Krampus was originally Mrs Claus or Santas Ex wife but turned into a bitch???
-He smells like death, that’s how you know he is near
-He smells like sweets to lure you away

There were so many interpretations on the history and motives of this creature. Even small details are different depending on who you ask. Perhaps if I ask some adults I might at least find out when it started and go from there. As I return to the library, I met up with Fynn and Ben. The lunch bell rang. “You guys go ahead; I want to continue with these books” Fynn says as he starts pulling out his lunch to eat at the desk. Leaving him be, we make our leave.

Finding a shady spot under a tree I talk to Ben about my research. “Not surprised, it been around so long many stories on the folklore have changed over time. Kind of like Santa, the earliest representation of him was a guy called Saint Nicklous in the 4th century.” He takes a bite of his apple before he continues. “My Oma told me about him like a lot of her stories from the Church. She even said aside from Christ, he to a holy spirit.” Ben looks away for a moment. “Do you believe in spirits?” I think for a moment on his question. I don’t come from a family that went to church or believe much in heaven or hell. I have always found the concepts of ghost creepy but that’s probably from horror movies. However, the thought of the thing we saw in the forest has had me starting to think there is more to this world has to offer. “I’m not sure. But I guess from experience, there is something else out there beyond what we can see.” He makes eye contact with me. When you asked me if I thought if that deer was a spirit, I honestly didn’t want to believe it was. I heard you can capture a spirit on camera, as it sees a world we can’t with our own eyes. But we saw that deer clear as anything without the camera. To be honest, I had wanted to use that camera for another purpose aside from our little adventure.

This was when I learned Ben knows more about the Krampus disappearances. “Last year the last kid that was taken was a boy call Lucas. He was the youngest to be taken at the age of 7. His family lived just down the road from me. I would go down there and spend time with him, he was like a little brother. He was a little troublemaker, loved his pranks, you know typical kid stuff. His parents were always working so he was always getting into mischief that’s how I started offer to babysit him.” Ben’s voice starts to tremble at the end there and all I could do was listen. “Lucas wanted me to spend time with him, but Fynn and I were going to town to see a new movie coming out. That day Lucas ran away from home, he left a letter saying he was going to go to the movies with Fynn and I. Some of the locals saw a boy with his description at the bus stop going to town. Though once he had gotten off that bus no one had seen him since.” A chocked sob escaped him, he tried hard to hold it in. “It’s my fault, I should have taken him with us or just go to him when he asked. He wasn’t a bad kid; he was just young and Krampus or whoever they are, took him. Lucas’s parents moved away a few months after. I still go there though and take pictures to see if he would turn up in the photos. I just want to see him again and say I’m sorry. I’m not sure what would be worse though, that he might be still alive but trapped somewhere, or the belief on capturing a ghost on camera isn’t real and I will never see him again.” He takes a breath trying to collect himself. “So, I can’t believe that thing is a spirit or else I should have seen Lucas already. But I may have another thought on what it could be.” Ben pulls out a book from his bag called ‘Fae Beings and Histories’ “There is a belief that fairies or beings that don’t belong in our reality can be seen but cannot have their photo taken. I think because they are older than any man mad technology, it simply cannot capture them. What we saw I think is something like that. It would explain why it looked and acted differently from a regular deer and seemed more then the results of a disease or mutation. I take the book from his hand.
“You might find it interesting, old tales of fairies talked about how they took children away. Perhaps you can make your own conclusion on what Krampus is. Instead of a demon, it could have been inspired by fey folk. I don’t know, thought it might help, it’s no use to me now.”

I give him an appreciated smile, my heart aches that such a cool guy had experience such loss. Maybe he needs this more than I do, that to remind him that Krampus is just another fairytale and not something that took people away in real life. The bell rings to signal the end of lunch and we make our way in. As I was making my way into class I was stopped by my home room teacher. “Alex, the Principal has instructed me to send you to his office. Know you’re not in trouble but it is urgent he sees you.” Nodding my head I make my way the head office. Entering the principal’s office there were two others sitting in there. One was Claud and another was a man who also had dirty blond hair slicked back and in a very fancy suite. “Ah welcome Alex, thank you for coming. This is Mr Ludwig, Clauds farther.” The well-groomed man stands up and put his hand out to me. “Sehr erfreut, Alex.” His sickly-sweet tone sounded forced but all I could do was say hello and shake his hand. His grip was firm and had given my hand an uncomfortable squeeze. “Mr Ludwig is here today to try and make amends between you and Claude here. We have been discussing how Claude would like to return to school and would like to apologise and start fresh.” Before the Principal could continue Mr Ludwig interrupted. “Yes, I do apologise on my son’s behalf and clearly, I had expected better from him. Although this could be a misunderstand as I am to understand you are not from here. Perhaps your lack of understanding the language may have caused this being blown out of proportion.” He gave a toothy smile as he said this. The principal clears his throat to gain attention again. “Mr Ludwig, we have already gone through with your sons’ actions and certainly goes beyond a language barrier. Claud is there something you would like to say to Alex?” Claud stands up and walks up to me. He fights with his sleeve and doesn’t make eye contact, looking to the side towards where his farther stood. I never seen a kid look at their own parent with fear. “I’m sorry what I did to you on your first day of school.” He pauses before adding. “Also, for my actions at the library, I should have controlled my temper.” Seeing that both his farther and the principal were confused on the last part told me that it wasn’t planned, but he may be genuine in what he said. I hold my hand out to him. Surprised at first when he saw it but then gave it a stern shake. A moment of softness came across that boy’s face, but that changed as soon as his father spoke.

“At least you know how to take responsibility unlike you sister.”

His hand still in mine, I felt his whole body go stiff.

After school we still went to Mr Nicholas library. Although our punishment was lifted after allowing Claude back to school, we were happy to go as Mr Nicholas offered us pocket money if we wanted to continue to help. This worked out for us as we wanted to buy some decent walkie talkies so we could communicate in the forest area that didn’t have phone signals. This continued well into December.

6

The Christmas holidays are getting closer, and all the students were excited for the time off. Fynn has been none stop looking at maps but have come up with nothing. This brought him the conclusion that 1: the track was never finished, therefore never recorded. 2: It was put there without the knowledge of anyone else. Or 3: The track was not made for public access. We had gone back there and tried again. Attempted taking one step at a time following in a line, tied a rope to one another but it all ended the same. We don’t see anything happen, just that we always get turned around. Eventually we had to stop as the snow started coming down. Just to be safe, I had tied a yellow ribbon on the tree beside the mystery path. Just in case we do need to go back and find it.

It was beautiful seeing the town covered in snow, finally got a chance to build a real snow man. Although it was a real adjustment to handle the colder weather. I couldn’t help but stare out the window of the classroom, as the snowflakes clung to the glass. While spacing out, a piece of paper was placed on my desk. Looking behind I see Fynn looking at me and signalling me to read it. It was a photocopy of a page talking about land ownership within the Black Forest. And as it turns out that the mountain our mystery path is on is owned by a Mr Nicholas Natchtenbel.

I will have to talk to Fynn later about this. The teacher however had asked us to put away our things and head out for assembly. The entire school gathered in the hall awaiting announcements. Shortly after we get settled, two police officers come out to the front. “Welcome students. It’s come to that time of year again were we must be extra careful as you are all aware of the disappearance. Pease remember, always travel with someone when you go out. Do not accept rides with strangers. Always before going to sleep have someone reliable in the family to check all doors and windows are locked and secure. I’m used to these sorts of lectures from my last school, going over the whole stranger danger thing. Seeing both the students and staff reactions, grim expressions hung on everyone’s faces. I hear a girl just behind me whisper. “It doesn’t matter, one kid was taken while in their own home and the parents didn’t hear a thing.” Another then responded. “Yeah, no matter what we all do to keep safe, someone is always taken.” This is so morbid, and it seems that everyone here thinks there is a chance they could be the next one taken. The police officer speaks into the mic again silencing the chatter going around. “I know it’s a scary time on what is meant to be the season of joy for all of you. Please, keep yourselves safe. If anything seems out of the ordinary contact the authorities immediately. Now I am going to read the names of the students who have gone missing, to honour and keep them in our memories. Then we will do a moment of silence. 1990- Charlotte Muller, 1993- Fabian Schmidt, 1994- Eric Weber, 1996- Vanessa Ludwig, 1998- Jacob Becker.”

As everyone lowered their heads out of respect, I couldn’t help but look over at the students a year above spotting Claude. Tears slowly fall down his face looking to try to hold it all in. Friends of his hold his hand attempting to comfort him.

What the hell is happening here. That was over ten years of missing kids, the years not mentioned were likely kids from other schools in the area. Fynn said this has been going on longer than any of us were born, how was this guy not captured yet? I felt a sick feeling in my stomach, could I also be at risk? Pushing the thoughts out of my mind I only wanted to focus on the holiday season, clearly, I’ve been focused too much on my project that is starting to get to me. The only monsters that exist in this world are bad people. The only thing that helped me take my mind off the disappearance was Ben reminding me how we were seeing Mr Nicholas after school. This will give us the opportunity to ask about the land he owns in the Black Forest.

Getting to the library it became clear that Mr Nicholas had been busy. The whole place was decked out in the Christmas festivities. Lights of many different colours flickered around the building. A beautiful holly wreath hung on each of the double door entrance. Going in was even more impressive. A little toy train spend around on a track that ran through the library along the wall. A tree stood tall covered in ornaments and tinsel. Even adding the Christmas stockings on the fireplace was a good touch. “Welcome boys are we ready for the Christmas holidays. Fynn and I smiled and nodded all while Ben Helped himself to some gingerbread cookies on the counter. Mr Nicholas Sighed. “Please leave some for everyone else Benedict.” Ben quickly turns looking guilty, he had been caught in the act while his mouth was stuffed with the sweets. “Mr Nicholas.” Fynn spoke up ignoring his friends’ shenanigans. “We wanted to ask you about the mountain area you own in the Black Forest. Was anything done at that mountain, or do you go there yourself?” Mr Nicholas looked at the three of us deep in thought about what to say. “I’m surprised you know about it, it’s not one of my family properties I convert something to help the community. Nothing could be done on that mountain though. The council and park representatives have tried to convince me to create a new trail with a look out up there. However, there is no way to get up there, to many unstable rocks and narrow slops. And if that isn’t enough, the place does hold a great deal of importance to me, and I would rather leave it untouched.” Before we could pry further, he then changes the subject. “Any how, you kinder have come at an excellent time. I could use some help tiding up, I’ll give you your usual pay and I also got an extra special gift as well to give. Thinking we could ask him questions later so we agreed to help. Fynn was assisting Mr Nicholas at the front desk and Ben was placing retuned books on the shelves. I was given the task if placing barcodes on the newly ordered books out the back. As I sat on at his office desk taping and cutting the barcodes, mindless work but needs to be done I suppose. Then I run out of tape, letting out an annoyed groan I decided to rummage the desk draws to see if extra was stored away. One draw had general office supplies but no tape. Searching through the second draw all I found was crumbled recites, bar wrappers and…an old book. It was worn and made of leather; winter designs were carved on the cover. Opening to the first page, it didn’t even feel like normal printing paper, it was like fabric. It looked to be a picture book with only a few words; however, the language was neither English nor German.

The first picture showed and illustration of a creature with long horns, its form wrapped in an old winter robe of dark red. It stood before an old looking village covered with snow. Small children seemed to play around it without a care in the world. I flipped to the next page. It was now in a cottage, surrounded by old toys and a fire lit in the back. It held a tray laid with biscuits and handed them out to both children and adults. Next page, the only thing illustrated here was the horned figure holding a young girl in pigtail braids. The child looked to be genuinely happy and even a smile can be seen under the hooded figure. Turning again, the atmosphere in the story changes. A scene of three different children were seen pushing the girl from the previous page onto a lake of ice. In the background I can see the strange figure standing along trees of the forest looking towards the children. The next section had no words, only the image of desperate small hand reaching out of the icy water against the blackened pages and I get the feeling, there was no happy ending. I felt hesitant to continue, but why did it feel I would get answers to some questions I have. Pushing forward I continued. The three children were weeping on the snowy ground. Clothes become torn, and bloody scratches appeared all over them. The Krampus stood towering over them holding something I had seen in a history book before, a birch rod. Just as I go to flip the page again and hand grabbed my wrist. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!”

I stumbled back falling out of the chair the book going flying landing on the floor. I looked above me to the one standing across the desk. Mr Nicholas, how did I not hear him come in. He picks up the book from the ground then turning his attention to me. “Why do you insist on sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?” Slowly standing up I felt my body tremble. Mr Nicholas Throws the book at the back wall with a great deal of force. There was an odd moment, and I never really noticed just how big Mr Nicholas was. He wasn’t a fat man; more I would describe bulky. He also stood six foot five, something I didn’t take much notice till now towered over me. “How can you like looking at that stuff? Why try so hard to search for things that for a moment you think there was a reason they were buried in the first place.” His first hit the desk wanting an answer from me. Tears were stating to fill my eyes. I didn’t know what to do, this was a completely different side to him. Even when I pissed mum or dad off, there was never a moment I feared them to this extent. After a moment of silents his face softens a bit as if just realising what he had just done. He attempts to reach a handout to me. “Im..Im sorry.” But before letting that man finish, I sprinted out of the office. I remember the confused look as I ran past Fynn, but I just kept running. Barging through the front doors I had been moving at such momentum that I had managed to stumble down the steps and wondered out on the road. It only felt like a second, but as soon as I came to halt, I heard the sound of a truck horn coming right at me.

My head was aching, surprising it wasn’t worse than that after being hit by a truck. As I opened my eyes vision was blurry, only making out the snow and flashing lights. As things begin to clear I saw that I was on the side of the road and my head looked to have knocked into the pavement. Slowly lifting my head up directing it where I had only just been standing, there was a blood trail scrapped along the road leading to where the truck had swerved. A couple of people had been crouched beside me all while a group of onlookers went towards the truck. Fynn and Ben came out of the library running towards me. I couldn’t hear them, a ringing in my ears it was just all muffled noise. Feeling my body get lifted, I realised I had been put on a stretcher. The world had started to spin, and I began to pass out.

Waking up in a hospital bed I see my parents talking to the doctor. “Oh, thank god you’re alright!” My mum yelled running over to me giving a massive hug. My dad’s face looked tired, but relief was set in his expression. “You are a very luck young man Alex. Only a few minor stiches from your head hitting the ground, but much better than the alternative, if you weren’t pushed out the way.” I brough my hand up to my head feeling the bandage wrapped around it. “I was just explaining to your parents that it would be best you stay a couple of nights to monitor you, just to be sure there’s no serious head trauma has occurred.” Just outside the hall there were sounds of yelling and laughing. Both Ben and Fynn rushed through my room door while an out of breath nurse followed not far behind. “I’m so sorry doctor, I told these kids the patient wasn’t seeing outside family visits today.” The two of them were already at my bedside, Fynn asking if I was ok while Ben wondered if I put a good word in about him to God. This earned a stomp on the foot from Fynn. I couldn’t help but laugh at these idiots. “It’s alright nurse, I think the boys deserve a moment together after what happened.” She gives a nod and leaves the room with the doctor following not long after. People who I can safely say I trusted stared at me with concern. I’m thankful to be alive and it’s a moment I would look back on even when times in my life now seemed so bleak. The doctor said I was pushed out of the way of the truck. I saw blood on that road, did whoever save me get hurt?”

My dad lost for words away unable to say anything. Even Fynn and Ben now avoided eye contacted. Mum decided to answer my question. “It was the Librarian you boys called Mr Nicholas. He was the one who got to you in time.” Pausing for a moment thinking how to tell this to a child. “He was unfortunately not as lucky. He is alive.” mum quickly added. “Just in serious condition but it could have been much worse.”

I flopped back onto my pillow, a mix of emotions going through me. “It’s my fault” I wasn’t directing those words at anyone, simply thinking out loud. “This caused my dad to tear up. “Don’t think that way, things happen and both of you are alive.” Not wanting to push it to avoid further upsetting anyone, I tried to then change the subject. “What about my project? That’s meant to be due tomorrow.”

Fynn shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll let the teacher know what happened and the grade of these thing is more extra circular, so no need to stress.” I gave him a thankful smile; it certainly meant it was one thing I didn’t have to stress about. Ben then jumped to sit up on my bed. “Being such a good friend, I brought this for you while you stuck here for a bit.” Pulling out his potorid camera from the bag. Leaning into whisper in my ear. “See if you can capture any ghosts while you’re here.” He gives me a cheeky smile before jumping off. Mum comes over and plays with my hair. “I know it only a short time, but I was able to swap shifts with another assistant so I will be here tomorrow to give you a bit of company. “The door then opens and the doctor from before re-enters. “Alright everyone, I do believe it’s time we give this young man some much needed rest.” They all said their goodbyes leaving me there in the room. If it weren’t for the medication that was given to me, I doubt I would have slept that night.

Being in that hospital was pretty dull. My mum did bring me my sketch book, but I didn’t feel inspired to draw much of anything aside little doodles. Nothing on the TV was interesting to watch. This eventually started to make the walls feel closed in on me, it was almost suffocating. By around late afternoon I decided to wonder the halls a bit with Ben’s camera. May as well see if I can get a photo of a ghost here as it’s my last night. The halls were empty, any doors I walked by that were open were either unoccupied or a patent just glued to the TV. As I took pictures near a room, I heard a TV blaring on the news station. To my young mind – dull stuff until I heard the TV presenter mentioned about a recent disappearance. My whole body froze. Looking through the doorway into the room seeing the report. “Recent missing girl of 10-year-old Perl Koch has now been missing for 72 hours. The young girl is known to wonder from home and seek refuge in neighbours’ homes. However, the reporter has stated none of the neighbours have reported seeing her once it was noticed she was missing.” A photo image appeared on the screen; her uniform indicated that she went to another school. The camera switches over to what I imagine was the girl’s mother. In tears I couldn’t understand everything she said between sobs. What I could make out was this. “Please come home my baby, daddy and I love you. Just come home.”

I felt a weight in my step as I walked after hearing that. Was it just a coincidence or was this year’s child been chosen. I just kept walking, letting the camera strap hang around my neck. Getting to an intersection in the hallway. Around the corner there were two nurses standing outside a patents room. The older one speaking caught my interest with their conversation. “This man is honestly a living miracle; can you believe he was hit by a heavy vehicle?” The younger one of the two then respond. “I know, I saw his charts. Aside the mass loss of blood when he got hit, his body has recovered very quickly only minor bruises.” The Older nurse then nods. “Just hope he wakes up, he’s such a remarkable man. Keeping the press away has been like beating off vultures.” An announcement came over the intercom, causing the two nurses to hurry away. Based on what I heard, I had the sneaking suspicion that they were referring to Mr Nicholas. Deciding to take to opportunity while the halls were still deserted, I make my way to the room. The door was unlocked, quickly getting through and closing it behind me. The sound of a heart monitor was the only thing that filled the silence. There on the bed laid the big cheerful man I once knew. The sinking feeling of guilt sat in my stomach. Dragging a chair beside his bed I take a seat. “I hope you can hear me; I want to apologise for all of this. If I didn’t read that book, or even go through your desk.” A sob escaped me. “You wouldn’t be here like this.” Placing my hand on his, still warm to the touch. At least the nurses were right about his recovery. Mr Nicholas looked so peaceful laying there, only a few scuffs marks and bruising were visible on his face and arms. Certainly nothing I had expected from someone who was dragged from underneath a truck after being run over by it. Really start to wonder if this man was even human. The moment the thought came into my head, I stood up and brought the camera up to my eye.
Even as I write this, thinking back at this particular moment I realised it was only child like wonder. To believe such a strange man was something more than just a man. I knew at the time I wouldn’t find anything, just the imaginations at work within a small child. That’s all it was, nothing more. That was until that polaroid printed out and I looked at that photo.

Staring at the photo, it felt at first was confusion. Then once I finally process what I was looking at or what I was not looking at I should say. He didn’t appear in the photo. All I could see was a slight blur affect where a man should be. That feeling of fear I felt back at the library were coming back. Was this what it meant when I looked at this man when his persona changed. That I wasn’t looking at the chipper librarian I knew, it was something else. Something that my instincts deep down knew was off. “What are you?” My body without much thought wanted to create distance from the man in the bed until my back hit the wardrobe. Startling me, I spun around seeing its door slightly open. Peeking inside I see a carboard box much like the one in my room, but this would be filled with his personal items. I look back at him for a moment then opened the cupboard to get to the box. I just need answers, to be honest wasn’t even sure what kind of questions I had. Going through the box all I found was the clothes he had arrived in, or what was left of them, he had a wallet, but he didn’t have an ID in there. I keep searching then my fingers touched something cold. Grasping it and pulling it out I was holding an old looking key, one used to open large locks. I had gold plating on it with small rust marks. What really stood out was the goat head at the end of the key. As I make my way out of the room a nurse who was just coming in blocked the doorway. “What are you doing in here?” She asked. Bringing my hand with the key behind my back I tried to think fast to get past her. “Sorry, I got confused about where my room is.” Before letting her respond I squeezed around the woman and bolted down the hall. Despite the medication to help me, I tossed and turned throughout the night.

As promised, I was released from the hospital the next day. Getting home I was greeted by all the Christmas decorations up, even more than what we had back in Australia. “What do you think? Your dad and I wanted to surprise you once you got home. I’m actually looking forward to a snowy Christmas.” My mum spoke in a cheery tone. To be honest the whole thing was unsettling to me, starting to think I had enough of the festive season. “It looks great. Hey, I’m still a bit tired is it alright I just go lay down in my room?” My parents look at each other. “Yeah, go ahead mate. Well call you down when dinner is ready.” Dad said. Attempting to give a reassuring smile I head upstairs. Once in my room I texted Ben and Fynn about what I had found.

7

The guys came over the next day and I told them what I found and even the photo that was taken. Fynn seemed sceptical but also, I wouldn’t have a reason to lie about this. Ben was passing around in my room. “You know this actually makes sense. I’ve told you that I have been to Mr Nicholas house, right? Now I think about it I had notice he never had photos of himself or any family members. Only paintings of landscapes and portraits of the former head Natchtenbel’s.” He stops in his track to look at us. “I remember making a comment that all the men in each generation looked very similar, almost like its one person in different stages of time.” The whole thing seemed so unreal but none of us could try to explain it in a way it could make sense. Fynn ran his fingers through his hair tying to process the whole situation. “Ok if we are going to think this way, it would also explain why Mr Nicholas refuses to be in any photos at event s charity drives that he himself had set up. Lot of locals even my dad just believe he likes his privacy and stays humble about his generosity.” We were all putting pieces together on a person who we may not truly know. Then I remembered something. Heading to my desk draw I pulled out the key I had found. “Where did you get that?” Fynn asked. “It was in Mr Nicholas personal possessions at the hospital. Must be important if he kept it on him.” Ben took the key in his hand and studied it. “Why a goat though, just feels random. You don’t think he was…into dark stuff, do you?” That idea sent a shiver down my spine, would someone like Mr Nicholas worship the devil? Then again, we don’t even know what he is now. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. Fynn chimed in. “Goats can symbolize different thing in other cultures. I remember him saying that his family originated from Turkey, perhaps over there it has another meaning.” This whole thing has me unsettled, and it felt the next thing I want to ask was even more unpleasant. “Do you think Mr Nicholas is responsible for the missing kids?” the room went silent. They looked at me like I was making a big claim. “Look, I wouldn’t have suggested it if it wasn’t an option. “We already proved he is not exactly human. There is a chance that this man could be a century old. And the missing children were troubled, many of which Mr Nicholas volunteered to take care of.” My hands start to shake, really questioning what I was saying. Mr Nicholas were you really a monster behind that smile. “Then why would he save you?” Fynn stated “I’m sorry but I can’t accuse a man who saved your life. Especially if that man kidnaps kinder, why would he save one?” He had a point, why risk his life for mine, that’s if his life would have ever been at risk at all. This man has helped so many children and less fortunate over the years. Could it all have been so he can hide his real intentions. “You probably already heard that a kid went missing, a 10-year-old girl.” The two of them looked down in discomfort, understand what that had meant. “Yeah, her names Perl, my mum knew about her. Apparently since her parent got divorced, she had been running away from home staying at neighbours or friends’ houses. Always caused the parents grief.” Ben said. Taking back the key in my hand I looked down at it. “We may be the only ones with a lead to potentially find her. Even if we are wrong, we at least tried to save her.” There was a moment of silence, we all realised this wasn’t a game, and we could be the only ones this kid had to rely on to find her.

“Where do we start?” Asked Fynn

At this point it was only a week till Christmas we wanted to make the most of the time we have as who knows where Perl could be. We did think to go to Mr Nicholas house, but Ben explained it would take a bit to get there by bike through the snow. Not to mention he had bars on the windows and large doors that there was no way we could break. “We could check the library. Surly he would have his personal items there even a spare key to his house. We may even find answers there?” Fynn had a point, however just like his home, we had no way to access the building and it in a more public area so breaking in won’t be an option without drawing attention. “Ok then, how to you suppose we get in the building then?” asked Ben. Fynn gives him a side eye, almost as if he was insulted, he didn’t think that far ahead when making the suggestion. “I used Mr Nicholas keys to lock up the library after the incident. I left them somewhere safe and hopefully they should still be there.” This was it; we may actually get somewhere with this.

News spread of the missing girl, so our parent had us on a tight leash when we went out anywhere. Even my parents were who are quite chill were shaken when people at work explained this is a regular thing this time of year. So, we had to be smart about it. Deciding to tell each of our parents we were going to another one’s house, we managed to meet up and make our way to Mr Nicholas Library. Fynn lead us to the side of the building where the side exit was and the bins. There was a large stone sitting beside the step, usually used to hold the door open. Lifting it up there was the key. Making our way in our first stop was the office area and front desk. Fynn would search the front while Ben and I cover the back. As Ben and I search we looked through personal notes and other items that could give us information. I brought the strange key with me in case it opened anything here. After looking around for 10 minutes, Ben found a book that got his attention. “This one looked as though it was thrown, weird as the man hates finding pages bent instead of using a bookmark.” Looking over I see he was referring the odd book I read a few days prior. “Yeah, Mr Nicholas caught me reading it and wasn’t happy about it. It was like a switch went off in him.” Ben raised an eyebrow and flipped through the pages. “This is old and kind of creepy. Also, I thought he didn’t have any books on Krampus?” It is weird he lied about something like that. Fynn came in. “Find anything, I asked.” He shakes his head. “What did you guys find?” He says pointing to the book in Bens hands. “It’s a book on Krampus, one that Mr Nicholas didn’t want me to read.” I Take it over to Fynn. Do you understand the language written. He also flips through the pages. The images of the illustration become more and more disturbing where I left off. Children were snatched from their beds. Bulging sack that indicated there were already children in there. One where its back was turned to us as it tinkered away at a work desk. The horns seem to be getting larger, and a tail was seen peering from under the robes. “No sorry, I’m not even sure what language this is.” He stops a moment looking at the last page. The image showed the Krampus standing and looking directly at us, face still covered by the hood. A grinning mouth with sharp teeth while its tongue snaked down from it. It looked proud at what it presented. Around it stood small dark figures with white stich patterns covering them against a messy dimly lit workshop. Fynn grimace at the page “This language is Turkish. I recognize a few words, but it should read like this”

‘I can fix them.’

We all stared at the book. Fynn closes it and places it on a nearby shelf. “I really don’t like being here, but we have to keep looking.” Ben snaps his fingers as if an idea came to mind. “Hey this is an old building right. Maybe there is a secret passage, classic bookcase door.” We looked at him with disbelief. “Hey, you won’t be giving that look when I prove you right.” Just like that Ben starts pulling books out the shelves one by one. Fynn and I regroup on another option. “Does this place have a cellar?” I asked Fynn.

“It could but surely, we would have seen a door to it by now. We can start lifting any rugs see if one is covering it.” I wondered for a moment. The front area had a lot of rugs laid around on the hardwood floors. Not to mention we will have to move furniture out the way for some of them. This was going to take us much longer than we had hoped. “Hey guys!” Ben called to get our attention. “Look what I found.” Books laid around him on the floor. On the middle shelf there still stood one book. “It won’t move and if you look on its spine, there is a key that can fit in there.” Fynn and I rushed over taking a look. Bloody hell he was right about a hidden door. The keyhole looked large, and I pulled out the one from my pocket. Placing it inside giving a turn a click was heard. Mechanisms worked away and the door opened inward without us even touching it. As it turned into the wall inside it locked into place. A staircase headed down; dull light hanged from the ceiling barely lighting the way. “You guys ready?” I asked. Standing beside me also looking down. Ben takes the lead making his way down, “Ready as ever.” Looking over to Fynn, he gives me a determined nod then starts behind Ben. I soon followed. The whole way down I felt my heard thumping. The man who made this place was lying in a hospital bed, yet I begin to fear of what else would we find in here. Reaching the end of the staircase there was a green painted door. Turning the handle the door swung open with ease. Inside was not at all I expected. It was a cozy reading room. Ahead of us rested a comfortable armchair with a small table with a record player beside it. The room appeared to be shaped as a pentagon, four of the walls had large, tall shelves filled with books. The fifth wall sat a fireplace, and within the corner sat a simple styled desk and chair with a pen quill at the ready and a lamp that had been left on. I sigh of relief escaped Fynn, clearly preparing to find a torture room down here. Taking a look around I searched the desk. I see a diary with this year’s date on it 2000. “I found his diary, maybe he wrote something important down.” Ben just flops on the armchair fiddling around with the record player. “This is wicked.” Fynn call back looking through the shelves. “All these books are journals.” He picks them up and skims through them to confirm it. “Each have a different year printed on the spine. Some were so old the year had to be written on it in pen.”

I looked back at the diary and started to go through it. Most of it was mundane stuff he did during the day. Other times he only recorded personal thoughts. It was a bit difficult to read his cursive, but I made out some parts and some were strange. Talking about having to protect something important. Skipping to the most recent entries I tried to find one on the day Perl would have gone missing. There it was and the entry gave me a sick feeling in my stomach. In it wrote “I have chosen one. Didn’t want to leave it to late like last year. I try my best to make sure she is comfortable, but she will be scared they always are. I will bring her to the one place that has a great deal of importance to me where all my special children go.”

As I brought the book down Ben spoken up. “What is up with that weird painting. Fynn and I follow his gaze. Above the fireplace hung a large portrait of a woman, no its not a woman exactly. She had two little horns on her head, almost hidden under the wavy dark copper hair. Hair that was long enough to cover her bare chest. Her lower half of her body was a goat and she was sitting on the grass picking flowers. I recognized the thing from the book Ben gave me. “It looks like a faun, a half goat half human creature.” Ben gives a sour look. “You don’t think Mr Nicholas is a furry, do you?” Fynn wacked him with a diary in his hand. “No, you idiot, but it could explain why there is a goat on the key.” Thinking about what Fynn said I tried to look closer at the painting. The background looked familiar, like the faun wanted to point us in the right direction. And there it was. Among the thick trees was a path all too familiar. “It’s the path we found in the forest. He’s taken her there I sure of it. Showing them the diary entry they had to agree it all added up. Looking at the key that got us down here, I start to wonder what else it could unlock.

We now know where to head next. However, since the forest would be covered in snow we had to go home and gather the supplies we needed. Locking up the secret door and putting back all the books so it didn’t look like we had been here. We then make our way out the building. Getting on bikes we start riding back to the park to come up with a story to tell our parents. As we road down the street we hear a police siren go off behind us. Pulling over our bikes the patrol car parks beside us. “Would you boys kindly tell me your names.” Surprised by this but not wanting to get in trouble we did. The officer grabs his radio to make a call. “I found the kids that were reported, they were just in the centre of town. Over.” He gets out of his car. “Now you kids aren’t supposed to be wondering off without an adult present, at least that is what you parents have reported when neither of you were where you said you’d be.” Shit looks like our parents called each other to check up on us. He then opens the back of the patrol car. “Common I’ll take you home. I’ll put your bikes in the boot.” As he drove, he decides to give us a few final words. “It’s a stressful time of year boys. Although it’s the holiday season, it’s also a time when you must be careful too. Your parents were worried, with everything going on I hope you would understand where they are coming from.” Honesty, I did feel awful deceiving my parents. If I could have told them everything, but how could we, even with what we found it’s still a stretch anyone would believe us.

Once I had gotten home my mum attacked me with a hug, dad not far behind. They thanked the officer for bringing me home and once the joyful reunion was over, I got yelled out till my ears rang. They said I was grounded till Christmas and if I was lucky, I might still get my presents. I don’t like upsetting my parents and I don’t like it when they yell at me. And at this point though I didn’t care for any of that. Pearl is waiting for us to find her. I was getting to that mountain one way or another. After three days my parents let me have my phone back. I saw miss messages from Ben and Fynn. Fynn was lucky that his phone wasn’t taken away, Ben on the other hand had a hidden second phone for such situations.

Alex: We must get to the mountain, its Christmas eve tomorrow and I don’t want to wait.
Ben: I know she’s locked up somewhere, but Mr Nicholas is still in hospital, so he won’t hurt her at least.
Fynn: That could change, we don’t know when he will wake up. And if he does get to her before, we get to her, he could move her location or do something worse.
Alex: That’s right, we still don’t know why he is doing this or what he does to the kids. I suggest we leave early morning before our parent wake up.
Ben: I’ll start packing a bag.
Fynn: So, will I. But Alex, wont the path just not let us through like last time?
I think back at seeing Mr Nicholas laying in that hospital bed. Something tells me that while he is focusing on recovering it shouldn’t be a problem.
Alex: I got a feeling we will get through this time.

We agreed to meet at 12am at the train station. Thankfully the trains ran all hours but not another human was in sight. We sat in complete silence throughout the ride. We were all thinking about what we were going to do today. The cold air had a bit more bite to it this early in the morning and we all made sure to rug up well. Getting there, we walked along the trail each holding a torch, we followed Fynn as he read the map. As we got to the hidden path, I could see the ribbon I had placed there. Going in a line we head up the path. I counted my steps as I went along. From our past experiences here, I always got up to 11 steps before suddenly turning around. 8.9.10. I pause for a moment. Here we go, taking that last step. Soon as my foot hit the ground the screams of birds filled the air like something had scared them. The trees were too dense to see above us, but I could hear the flapping of wings as they desperately tried to get out of here. “What the hell was that?” Asked Ben. Looking over my shoulder at them. “Nothing, let’s keep going.”

I don’t know what exactly startled those birds that day, but when I gave them that answer I felt that I was lying. I felt it as soon as my foot hit the ground, and I know the birds felt it to. Something has woken up and it was coming for us.

The hiked up that trail took an hour, With the thick canopy of trees above us, not a lot of snow covered the path. Eventually as the incline of the track got steeper, we were able to get a glimpse of light at the end. Stepping out of those trees the sun was just coming over the horizon. To my surprise the wind wasn’t so intense as it was before. Only soft snow fall drifted from the sky. The Trail continued along the mountain edge, hoping we were close to the end. Continuing the climb, we reach an enormous Wooden door with two goat head door knockers with a chain weaved between them with a massive lock. I pulled out the key from my pocket, glad that I brought it in the end. As I turned a key a strange spark flashed in the lock before unlocking. It shocked me for a moment. Taking a closer look at the padlock I noticed strange symbols carved on it. Really giving the idea that someone wanted to keep unwanted visitors out. Fynn and Ben each grabbed a handle and pulled. Deep groans came from those doors as they moved and inside was a dark cave. The worst part was the rancid smell that wafted out of that it radiated heat, as if we were going into the jaws of something. Flicking on our torches and made our way in. Ben moved his light all around the cave as we moved forward. “Eww, guess I worked out what was causing that bad smell. Small dead animals litter the floor, some clearly been here longer than others. Trying to avoid stepping on them, Fynn had started to walk covering his nose which I don’t blame him. The Cave felt like it just kept going then Ben speaks up again. “You guys’ smell that.” Fynn shoots him a glare. “You mean side the smell of dead animals.” Ben continues to look down the void of darkness that lay ahead of us like he something unnatural laid at the end. “It reminds me of my mums pumpkin spice pies.” Focusing my senses, Ben wasn’t wrong. There was a smell that stood out over the death. The scent of sweet spices used in a lot of fall deserts. Going further the smell was becoming stronger and sickly. “God, what has Mr Nicholas been hiding in this place…waaaa.” Fynn had tripped over. “Dude you ok,” I asked kneeling down to him. “Yeah, just my foot caught on something. I shine my light to see what it was he tripped over, and a yelp escaped me, causing me to drop my torch. Ben then walks over shining his light at what had frightened me. It was a rotted skeleton of what seemed to be a small child. Clothes were torn and stained in different fluids. Long wispy hair fell around what was left of the face from underneath a blue cap with a shooting comet cross stitched on the front. Ben kept his light on it looking entrance by it. “Lucas.” He whispered.

I looked back at the body. “How do you know it was him?”

Ben was quiet for a bit till he had a response. “That’s my hat. I gave it to him when he couldn’t find his to take to a school camping trip. He wore it whenever he could even after that trip, that I didn’t have the heart to ask for it back.” He kneeled down and lifted the hat slightly; I suppose Ben needed to really confirm what he said was true even to himself. Under the cap there were initials of B.A “Benedict Abitz. It really is you, I’m sorry.” Moving his attention to the ground we see in the light that there a little handprint’s and drag marks. Meaning whatever happened to this kid, he had managed to pull himself away. Only dying getting this far. Ben stands up and I give Fynn a hand back on his feet. Picking up out torches we continue forward the narrow cave leads to a large opening in the cave still completely dark, but we couldn’t even see the walls. “Perl! Perl Koch, are you here!” The smell of pumpkin spice was really strong in here, completely overpower the stench of death.

Were we wrong, if she’s not here or are we too late? A lump was stuck in my throat, as I was about to yell out again a noise muffled out from the darkness. It sounded like a girl sobbing. “Perl?” I yelled again. It stopped for a moment before responding. “Please don’t hurt me, I just want to go home.” Fynn takes hold of my arm and whispers in my ear. Isn’t Pearl meant to be 10, that sounds like a 5-year-old talking. I admit it wasn’t expecting a voice sounding so young to call out. Did he grab another child and Perl was a coincidence? “Are you Perl Koch?” again a moment before a response. “Yes. The man with the beard put me in here ‘hic’ I can’t move…I want my mom!” Panic set in us but I feel hesitant to just go running in there. Fynn steps further in looking all around for something. “Hey, either of you guys got a lighter?” Ben took off his backpack and threw a pack of matches. After a few second of Fynn trying to get a light. Suddenly a flame shot up from a torch hanging on the wall. “How did you know something like that was there?” Asked Ben? While grabbing the torch of the wall giving a much better illumination He gives us an answer. “I smelled oil so I figured there must be a light source in here. Of course, you would only focus on the scent that reminds you of food.” Heading further in there was a metal fire pit with some ready to go logs. Setting it alight already half the area can now be easily explored. Another was located on the other side. Now with enough light we examine the open area. And in all honesty, I wish it had stayed dark. On the corner of the cave there was an overflowed pit of bodies. One wore a familiar female uniform from our school. Fynn ducks down and lifts the skeleton arm. “I think this might be Vanessa Ludwig.” He shines the light to the name embroidered on the chest of the school jacket, V. Ludwig. Make sense and she looks to be more of the recent ones put beside the pile. “Fuck, he actually filled a hole, how long has he been doing this?” Fynn looks at the many lives lost that have been disregarded and forgotten with a disgust look on his face. “To long.” Without another word he turns his back on the horrific sight. Choosing to do the same I follow the wall leading further inside. The light only reached so far but I was still able to see enough to make out what things were.

Along the wall was a wooden worktable looking oddly familiar but contained tools that appeared old and stained with years of blood. The tools I remember that stood out was a handheld scythe a wooden mallet, saw, chains and a birch rod. Besides the worktable was a record player, however much older using a gramophone and years clearly worn it. As I looked at that table thinking what these captured kids had gone through, I heard the movement of chains within the shadows.

Turning my torch back on and aiming it a large shape on the ground. It appeared to be a heap of blankets that laid on a bed of straw. Large chains locked to the ground leading towards the blanket. A figure moved under the bundle causing the clinking of the attached chains. “Perl?”

A small voice responds. “Yes, please you promise you’ll get me out of here?” She sounded so frail, who know how long she had been screaming for help. “It’s alright, let’s get you out from underneath those.”

She moves back, hiding herself deeper in the blankets. “Don’t look at me, don’t look at me…don’t look…at me. He did things ‘hic’ I don’t even want to look at myself.” I didn’t want to push it, clearly, she was already distressed and didn’t want her to panic any further. Moving over to one of the chins on the floor. The padlock was similar to the one that was on the entrance door. Hopefully the key worked on these as I’m not sure how else we could break through the metal. Just as I go to grab the key a loud voice echoed through the cave. “GET AWAY FROM THERE!” we all looked towards our only exit through the narrow cave stood a very intense looking Mr Nicholas. The clothes were the ones he had gotten run over with, meaning he had put on the only clothes he had available and came straight here from the hospital. My body completely froze on the spot not daring to move. Lucky for me Ben was more responsive. “You sick bastard! You been taking kinder and killing them!” He took a moment to catch his breath trying to hold back a sob. “You killed Luca.”

Mr Nicholas held his hands up, showing he wasn’t armed as he walked over slowly. Not that I could imaging it wouldn’t take much for him to take out a couple of us with his bare hands. When he got so far it was Fynn’s turn. “Stop right there, don’t come any further!” The larger man halts still his hands raised. “I don’t want to hurt you boys. There is a reason why I am doing this.” Ben was spiting when he yelled at this point. “Bullshit, did you tell them that you had no intention to hurt them as well?” It points towards the pit of children, proof of this man’s sins. Mr Nicholas looks down, needing not to look over to know what Ben was referring to. “I promise, I will explain everything, answer any questions you have. Just please, leave this place. You are all good boys, there is no reason you need to get hurt.”

I finally stand from my spot. Perl moved under the blankets and let out a whispering plea. “Don’t leave me here.” I quietly responded back “I won’t.”

Focusing my attention back on the monster that stood ahead of me. You answer 3 of my questions and then we will decide if we go with you.” Ben shoots me a surprise look; in return I try to give him an indication to play along. Seeming to understand he stayed silent. I continued “What are you? You’re not human we know that much.

Mr Nicholas looked at me with knowing smile. “I’m impressed enough you even worked that out.” He thinks for a moment, supposedly working out a simple way to explain it. “I was given a gift, that proves there is something beyond the human race and older than the text of god itself. So, I was human, but you could say the gift made me…something more.”

Clearly there was more to it but at least we now understand a bit more of who we are dealing with.

“How did you know we were here?”

The smile doesn’t leave his face. “I was in a coma trying to fix my body after saving you. The power I used to keep people away from this place wore of as I needed to save my strength. However, I am still connected to this area, So, as soon as you stepped foot on the path, I immediately felt it and woke me up. Took a lot of energy to make my way here on time.”

Good, means he’s still in a weaken state. We may not be able to fight him but out running him could be an option.

“Finally, why are you doing this?”

This time his smile goes and looks at me in all seriousness. “A sacrifice must be made every year. The world is full of bad people, many get these qualities are in children. Like the act of Jesus who died for our sins, a child who chooses to sin will be sacrificed on behalf of the other children. This gives a clean slate to all of them until the next Christmas. What is one against the many that I saved!” He pauses for a moment, appearing to me agitated that he put his hands down. “I take the opportunity to try and help those troubled kids, but if they show they don’t improve, disregarding the second or third chance they were given, then they become the next one I choose. Nature requires balance and it will sacrifice as many lives as it takes to maintain that balance.”

This man is completely deranged. I went to say that to his face but already he was getting tackled to the ground by Ben. This caught the man off guard allowing Ben to throw a few good punches to his face. The giant man then managed to throw Ben off him then stood back up. Fynn then runs up about to swing the lit torch at his head. Unfortunately, he was to slow, and Mr Nicholas grabbed it from his hands tossing it away. Ben makes a second attempt this time with his pocketknife in hand. Fynn call out to me. “Get the girl, well distract him!” Both him and Ben try to bring him to the ground again. I’m not sure if Ben would actually kill that man, but he would stab him to slow down his movements. Getting my ass into gear I start trying to unlock the chains. The key fitted and with each click a slight glow came from the lock. Knowing what I do now it’s safe to say they were enchanted. I get to the second one and the same thing happens. Perl still doesn’t move, so I started to search to make sure I didn’t miss one. As I get to the front, the blankets pull back, revealing the third chain. Quick as I can ducking to the last lock, the sweet, scented smell was so overwhelming now it was making me dizzy. Pushing through I placed the key inside the lock.
“NOOOOOOO!” The man screams vibrated the cave. I imagine unlocking these puts the stop the ritual for his sacrifice.

I stand up and look over at the wolf in sheep’s clothing now on his knees. He has now stopped fighting, now knowing it all over. “We are leaving this place with the girl; you can’t stop all of us.”

He looks at me giving a defeated expression. “She can’t leave, you have no idea what she is capable of!” I can hear movement behind me, Perl probably now having the strength to get up. “Peal is just a kid; they were all just kids not some hidden evil you had to rid!” He looks at me with a moment of confusion. “That’s not Perl. She’s not even here.” A large shadow loomed over me, and I see the horror on both Fynn and Bens faces. A gust of hot breath was felt on the back of my head.

I will never forget what I saw that day, it was something inhuman. This thing stood at 7 ft tall, that was including the massive arching horns on its head. Its body was draped in long dark red winter robes with a hood and fluffy trim that I imagine use to be white but now a dirty grey. Hands that hung to its sides looked to have fur with black claws growing from them. It takes a step towards me catching me off balance. It takes another step and then I notice the hooves looking the size of horses under the skirt. But nothing had my attention more than its face. It had the features of a woman but like its hands, dark brown fur covered parts of its face. An open grinning smile revealed stained sharp teeth. The hood created a shadow across the top half of the monster’s face, however its golden goat eyes looked to glow staring right at me. It goes to reach down towards me when it’s stopped by something that stood between us. It was Mr Nicholas, acting as a shield looking dead in the eye of the beast. Taking the opportunity, I make a run towards the others. “What the hell is that?” Fynn asked looking towards me. Ben then speaks up. “Do you think that’s the goat lady from the painting?” Looking back over to where Mr Nicholas and the thing stood, I was rather surprised by their interaction. Mr Nicholas had his hands around the things face in an affectionate manner. The creature leans into his touch, not taking her eyes off him. “It’s all good Krampus, you’re a good girl. I said I will protect you, didn’t I? But you have to let these boys go, I’ll give you what you want tomorrow. Can you be patient for me?”

We all stood in place to afraid to move. I can’t think of something more horrifying than this thing chasing after us if we tried to make an escape. Krampus looks at him intently then gives a reassuring nod. One of its long-clawed hands then moves to that man’s face and said something none of us understood. The way she speaks was like nothing I have heard before, like two different voices come from it. One I would expect from a mature woman and the other is low and gravely it didn’t sound like from any person I ever come across. Much like Krampus physical appearance, her voice was a combination of two different things. The words that came out of its mouth, it almost sounded like music than an actual language. Yet as it seeped in my ears, I could understand it. “I did love you once.” She says in a gentle tone, Then I see its face fall to a more serious look. “But I will no longer be chained to you.”
A squishing noise could be heard.” Focusing myself closer, I saw her other hand had completely sunken into Mr Nicholas stomach. The clawed hands moved around as if looking for something all the while Mr Nicholas was in her grasp struggled to even let a single sound out. Finally she seemed to have found what she was looking for and ripped it from him, leaving the man draw his last breath. Only now did we see she had been holding him by his jaw. After throwing what was in her hand across the cave the tight grip released the body landing with a heavy thud. Krampus started to lick the fingers of the bloody hand that had just been inside Mr Nicholas gut. Then looked directly at us.

Once satisfied, she started to walk towards the exit. Taking only five steps, Ben ran to stand in front of it to block the path, he moved so quickly we didn’t have time react. “Ben!” Fynn called out attempting to rush beside him. I held him back, thinking that Ben might have a plan and didn’t want Fynn getting hurt. How wrong I was.

Ben was sweating, and his breathing was harsh. It reminded me this was only a 12-year-old boy standing up to a monster that just took little to no effort to rip inside a fully grown man. But he stood his ground and looked at that thing with all the determination he had. “Tell me. Was it you who actually kill Lucas?” Krampus tilted her head looking down at him. “Don’t pretend you don’t know, or that you can’t speaks! Answer me now!” He tried to keep a sternness in his voice but still in parts did it break. He was definitely scared but even more angry.

Krampus looks away for a moment as if the event had no real importance. “You speak of the little one that was offered to me last year?” Even with two voices, both express boredom as she spoke. I see Bens’s fist balled up and tremble with rage. “What did you do to him? Witch one of those sick tools did you use on a small child like him?” He spoke in all seriousness and neither Fynn nor I never found out why he wanted to know such information. We only concluded he needed motivation. Those golden eyes glance back over to him. “He was not the worst one brought to me and for that, I was merciful. I flogged him for three days straight right up to a point his legs didn’t work anymore.” Bens eyes went wide and look like he wanted to be sick. “That was merciful to you?” he could only mumble out. Still without a single expression of remorse on its face, Krampus continued. “He was stronger than the many that were disciplined by my hands. Enough in fact, he had managed to drag himself away out of my reach. Though you probably saw it didn’t get him far.” The flame light danced off Bens face that gave an expression I never saw before. Then I see a glint appear in his other hand, it was the pocketknife. That look on his face, that was the intent of murder. Realising what he was about to do I tried to call out for him to not go through with it. Ben’s feet were already pushing in a run towards Krampus. “Stop!” Fynn screams to him, however it only fell on deaf ears. He takes a swing with the knife, aiming for the chest. Krampus went to move aside but it would seem years of being chained in one place has slowed its movements. Miscalculated its dodge, Ben had managed to plunge the blade into the side of its face. With his movement being constant motion the knife tore the flesh all the way to the mouth. This made a gaping hole where you see the inside of its jaw. Ben paces back seeing his handy work. Although frustrated, the thing gave as little as a hiss as if reacting to a papercut. Removing its hand from the gash she looks back at Ben and gave a sly smile with what was left with its mouth. A long dripping wet tongue snaked out of the gash. Fynn threw up looking at it and I didn’t blame him. The tongue was reddish pink but had black markings on it. Like the wife’s tale mothers say if you don’t brush your teeth, you’ll get a hairy tongue. It licked all around the wound, leaving a glaze of saliva as it went. The tongue retracts back and before our own eyes, the injury completely healed. “That wasn’t very nice.” A sinking feeling came over me when she said that. Ben looked completely defeated, the knife slipping from his hands. He just continued to stand there looking out in the distance. Not even reacting as Krampus walked past him as if he wasn’t there. As it continues to walk, I grab hold of Bens arms and pull him along. This felt stupid but I had to make sure. “So, you’re not going to hurt us?” Krampus stops in her tracks. Still looking ahead, she gave me an answer in perfect English, as if to be sure I understood perfectly.

“Even I follow the laws of nature, there must be balance. You have one more day.” Then she continues, the sound of hooves hitting the ground and the clinking of chains echoed the cave. We followed at a fair distance, not sure what else to do. The doors ahead had closed again but with the flick of the wrist from the monster ahead, both flung open with ease. The blast of freezing cold air hit us. Even from this distance we can see a snowstorm was happening outside. Sheer white was all that was seen, getting closer a dark figure emerges from the storm. It was the same buck from the forest. As Krampus drew near to the animal, the buck lower itself to the ground. The clawed hand of Krampus patted the nose of the creature before straddling its back. It raised again and begin to walk out into the blizzard.

For a moment, Krampus looked back at us before focusing ahead and disappearing in the white. The storm roared only for a short time after then completely cleared. There was no sign of either of the things that had only just stood before us. Looking at my phone, I was surprised to I had a signal and lists of many missed calls. “Hey, I’m going to give my parents a call gets them to send help. I’m too tired to walk down.”

We decided to wonder back down the cave so were close to a heat source till help arrived. Using one of the many blankets to cover the body of Mr Nicholas. Ben and Fynn had nodded off to sleep which felt strange to do in a place like this, but exhaustion was taking the win. My eyes were also starting to drop. I don’t know how long I was out, but I was woken up by the sound of footsteps. Thinking it was our parents or help sent by them, what I actually see was Fynn looking around the floor near the wall not far off. Watching him it looked like he found something, examining it for a bit before placing it in his pocket. The sounds of adults shouting came from the entrance, so I figured I ask about it later. As expected, our parents were mixed emotions of joy and anger finding us. After seeing was in the cave they only asked a few questions then didn’t bring it up again during the trip back. Investigators had the mountain closed off, at least till the bodies could be removed.

After informing the police that Mr Nicholas was responsible, they also had his house investigated. Thankfully they did find Perl in a hidden hatch still alive. It had been a long day and the three of us were all to happy to just go home. All while we saw many kids outside playing getting excited for tonight’s gifts. We knew better that something else would be visiting them that night. Explaining to my parents that I just want to be alone they understood giving me space. Making my way up the stairs I turn back to them. “I love you both.”. As I laid in bed watching the sky grow dark, I sent a message to the others just in case it might be our last one we exchange.

‘Merry Christmas, thank you for everything’
Before I knew it, I was crying myself to sleep.

8

The sound of shuffling downstairs woke me up that morning getting blinded by the light since I didn’t bother close the curtains last night. Looking around my room not a single thing was out of place. Going downstairs I find my parents sitting in the living room likely waiting for me before opening the presents. That morning was a blur, only moments of my parents excited smiles, the flying of wrapping paper and the feeling of hugs received. It was all numbing but doing my best to not worry my parents. After breakfast I gave Fynn a call to check on him. He answers and I felt relaxed for the first time that morning. He to also felt off and was surprised to wake up in the morning, waiting for Krampus to take him in the middle of the night. I explain I will give Ben a call as well see how he’s holding up. Fynn agreed said he will call him later when he gets a moment away from his family. Only a moment after saying that I hear commotion in the background. There was a female voice likely his mother. “Dear, is that Benedict on the phone?” I listened through the line waiting for Fynn to respond. “No I’m on the phone with Alex.” The was an uncomfortable pause between them. I’m sorry, but his mother just called the house asking if he might be here, apparently, he was missing when she went to his room. At that moment it was like all the air in my chest was sucked out, then hearing a click indicating the call ended. I not too sure how long I stood there for, having this all processing in my head. Not wanting to believe it I called the Abitz household. A woman picked up a phone sounding like Benedict’s mum. “Hi Mrs Abitz, its Alex. Is Benedict there?” I hear her let out a sob. “I’m sorry Alex, Ben has gone missing. He wasn’t in his bed this morning, I’m thinking the worse after all that happened with Mr Nicholas, especially seeing the state of his room, it was like he was dragged out of his bed.” There was the sound of voices muffled in the background. “I’m sorry darling the police have just arrived; I have to go. Please do call if you hear from him.” I just stood there phone still to my ear long after the line had been cut off.

Tragedy had not stopped at one. All night on the news broadcasting that five children had gone missing last night, all while they slept in their beds. Family members reported to not have heard any unusual noises or break in occurred. Three of children taken I haven’t met and the other two was Benedict Abitz and Claude Ludwig. Hearing this I couldn’t stand to be in the house, thankful seeing it wasn’t too dark out I took off outside. Mum tried to stop me, but I hear my dad telling her to give me some space. I ran not all that sure where I was going until I see the playground and there was Fynn sitting on a swing. Standing in front of him I couldn’t help thinking this is where I first met him and Ben. Even to this day I believed this was all my fault, if they didn’t offer me a hand in friendship would we be here right now. Would Krampus still be locked away; all it would have cost was one child rather than five.

“I’m sorry.” Was all I could let out. Fynn looked at the ground as his feet kicked the dirt. “I don’t blame you, for some reason I can’t. We all wanted to save Perl, to put a stop to the missing kids. How were we meant to know what would be in that cave.” We stayed silent for a while. Fynn dug around in his pocket. You remember Krampus ripping something out of Mr Nicholas?” Fynn ask, hand still in his pocket. “Yeah, why?” I responded. In his palm there were four bright red berries. “These where what she grabbed, they are holly berries.” I looked at him confused. “Aren’t they poisonous?”

“Very.” Fynn confirmed. After hearing you and Ben mention the Faun back in the hidden library, I did my own research. In some regions they are regarded as tree fae. So, after finding these, I started to wonder if this was the gift that was offered making him the way he was.” I looked at him while he stared at the berries in his hands. “Why did you take them?” He took a moment to think. “Curiosity, protection maybe. They clearly offer some sort of ability to whoever consumes them. I wouldn’t doubt it would mean you would have some sort of connection to Krampus. How else would she have known they were inside him unless she was the one to give them in the first place.” Glancing back at the little red balls, the worst comes to my mind. “You’re not thinking of eating them aren’t you?” Fynn finally looks at me. We realised something onto the world that is far more then what most can comprehend. It took a friend who I have known since I was a baby. I am going to find it and I’m going to fix what we did.” It didn’t feel like I was talking to a kid anymore, we have both been broken and seen things that was not made for our eyes. After that moment, neither of us felt like children. There was no mysterious wonder to the world, only a sinking set of reality. “I won’t let you do it yourself. As you said we are both the cause.” Fynn was hesitant but appeared grateful he won’t be going at this alone. ‘In all honesty, I don’t know what will happen to us when we eat these.” He explained. I gave him a smile, taking two of the four berries in my fingers. “At least it’s a start to redemption.” Ben returned an understood look. “Swallow them hole, as I imagine that’s what Mr Nicholas had done.” We place them near our lips and together we counted. “1.2.3.”

We finally reached the end, and now you know what had happened. It has been many years since this all started, more and more children in different parts around the world have been taken. The difference from the before, that after a while the missing children become faded memories to even their families once they were taken. It’s like looking at a stranger among a family photo. What Krampus is doing is going beyond what she had use to do when Mr Nicholas had brought them to her. Fynn and I had parted ways to spread out the search once becoming adults. I feel I am getting closer to locating where the monster is and putting a stop to it. Weather I will survive through it, that I do not know. So, with this long letter, I have said my peace and I again apologies and will do all I can to mend my mistakes. Learning from Mr Nicholas, I will not hesitate, and Krampus will meet its end at my hands.

This is a tradition that was meant to have died out a long time ago.

To any young ones who might be reading this. This once cheerful time may become your worst nightmare. All you can do is your best in life. However, if you find that when you lay in your bed Christmas eve night. In the dark you start the hear heavy hooves walking down your hall and chains dragging along the floor. Know that it is too late. No one can hear the Krampus unless those who are about to be taken, unless you are one of the unlucky ones still awake and see your sibling get snatched up. Your scream will be silenced. You will disappear without a sound or a trace. The only words of comfort I could give is close your eyes. Save yourself the terror of looking at its face and hope it will be quick.

So, if you been naughty or even a little bit bad, beware the Krampus for this might be the year you will be the one to be dragged in to its sack.

Credit: Brooklyn K. Harding