I Escaped from Santa's Castle

My name is Bobo and I am an elf. I leave this record behind to tell the world the truth about Santa Claus, the real Santa Claus. I have been a prisoner of Santa for the last 200 years. I escaped to tell the world the truth. The people of the world must know the real truth about Santa. There is no hope for me I’ve nowhere to run. I can’t go to the humans for help; elves look so different they would run in terror from me. Eventually the fat man will find me, but until then, I will make this record, my personal testimony of the real Santa Claus.

To the world at large, Santa is thought of as a friendly happy man. Nothing could be further from the truth. To the world at large, he was nice and kindly but to the elves at the North Pole, he was a tyrant. The elves have to work making his toys from dawn until midnight. In 500 years, he hasn’t paid us even one gold coin.

We were only fed once a day, and that meal was one brownie, one candy cane, and one cup of cocoa. Whenever one of us dropped from hunger or exhaustion, Santa would take the poor unfortunate to the kitchen and pop them in the oven. He ate at least three elves a week. Sometimes they went to his bed first, then to his dinner plate. It was no use to go to Mrs. Claus she was always drunk.

People must be told the truth about this fiend! People must learn about the real Santa. I pulled stable duty a few times and watched him mistreat the reindeer badly, and greatly enjoy it. Some of the reindeer actually backed away in fear whenever he entered the stable. However, poor Rudolf was treated the worst, to Rudolf Santa was especially cruel. His glowing red nose seemed to fixate him; he took Rudolph’s nose as a personal insult. The other reindeer actually wanted them in their games; it was Santa that wouldn’t allow it.

One day I watched as one of my friends boldly walked up to Santa and confronted him. Santa devoured him raw in front of all of us. First ripping off the elf’s left arm and devoured it like a chicken leg, the spurting blood soaking his white beard. Then he tore off the elf’s right leg and ate it. All the while, the poor elf screamed and begged for mercy. On that day, we learned not to challenge Santa.

If my life is to have any meaning, I must get the word out; I must tell the world of this monster! He will find me soon; my punishment for escaping will be horrible. He will make an example of me.

He also gave presents to naughty children he planted bogymen under their beds. One of his greatest secretes was he was the one that placed bogymen under children’s beds. I’ve seen him do it.

I can hear the sound of the sleigh bells, outside the sleigh is landing. He will be here in minutes. If there is any justice in this world, someone will find this record and tell the world. Santa is a very evil man.

THE END

Bio: Ray Prew was originally from Rhode Island, but now lives in Florida.  He is a graduate of the New England Institute of Technology.  Ray has been a blue-collar worker all his life, and started writing as a hobby.  He spent 9 enjoyable years as a phone psychic.  Ray’s work has been published in Spinetinglers magazine, Blood Moon Rising, and Aphelion, as well as several other magazines.  He has an anthology book of published and unpublished stories available on Amazon called Delightful Nightmares.  His work has also appeared in the anthology Vicious Circle by Sinister Grin.

E-mail: Ray Prew

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