I know this story really isn't much of a Christmas story but here it is anyways! :P

It was once that once every hundred years, the ghost of John White will appear at a house in his old hometown and kill a person to bring the same fate to them as what had happened to him. Now, that this tale is legend in the small town of Ridgeway, few still beileve, and those people are thought of as superstitious fools. Especially the one whose name was Kyle Grett.

Kyle Grett was the fool of the town and lived his life in fear of the supernatual. He knew that anything was posible, both the good and the bad. He often was teased and his entire family lived in shame. That was the reason that his parents kicked him out of the house at the young age of fourteen. They called him a disgrace and said that they never wished to see his sad little face again.

It was that night that Kyle was forced into the harsh, cruel world. The abuse from the villagers became more frequent as he roamed the snow covered streets. His long, dark hair would constantly blow in his face as the chilly wind howled. Now he was not only a supusrstitious fool, but a poor, homeless superstitious fool. He had little money and could afford small portions of food which he ate sparingly.

As the Christmas season drew near, Kyle found himself alone and uncheerful. He wondered if this would be the year John White's vengful ghost would steal the life of an idividual. He hoped that he would take his snobby family down to their graves. He wanted nothing less than to see them cower in fear of what he had feared for so long. He wanted their pain and suffering to be over what Kyle had worried over for so long. He wanted the entire town to see him as more. It was these wishes which brought the spirit to Ridgeway. It was also that day when Kule began to hear voices.

It was a week before Christmas day and everyone was excited and cheery for the upcoming holiday. Everyone, that is, except Kyle. Kyle dreaded the day and feared that it just might be him who would get taken by the ghost he knew to still haunt. The ghost which died hundreds of years ago on Chrismas Eve when he was attacked by a wolf when getting firewood to warm his house. His entire family suffered and John White vowed to get his revenge for this tragity.

Now in the time of Kyle Grett, the ghost of John White knows that it it time again to kill. As a spirit he can read the minds of those around him and is particularly curious to hear the thoughts of Kyle. He decides to see if he can contact him by the mere fact that Kyle knows and believes in his existence.

"Kyle Grett. It has come to my attention that you happen to know of a certain ghost," John told him as he took form as a small human child.

"You think I'm crazy too then?" Kyle asked solemly.

"Of course not. For me to not believe in the ghost of John White would mean for me to not believe in myself, which I most confidently do." This made Kyle stiffen.

"Are you saying that...you are John White?"

"In another form, but yes."

"Get away from me! I'm not ready to die!"

"Perhaps, but are you ready to kill?"

"What is it your portraying?"

"If you will kill for me, I shall spare your life."

"Does it have to be anyone in specific or do I get to choose for myself?"

"I shall let you choose but choose wisely."

A small vile appeared before Kyle's feet. It was filled with a strange red liquid that looked of blood, but was more smooth and flowed easier. After staring at it for almost a minute, Kyle figured out that it was a type of poison. John must want me to use this to kill, thought Kyle. Attached to the vile was a note. It read:

Kyle,

Use this posion on one person and one person only. If anymore are killed with it, your life will be sacrificed for their death. Choose wisely.

Sincerly,
John White

Kyle didn't think twice about the note before stuffing it in his pocket. He headed straight to where his house once was. To where who used to be his family lived. It would be Christmas Eve in a few more days. That will be when he slips the poison into his father's whine. His revenge will be complete. He will make his family suffer for abandoning him like the rest of Ridgeway. Kyle tightly held the poison and cackled evily.

Christmas Eve had finally arrived. Everyonenwasmat home with their loved ones while Kyle sleptin a street corner. A tree loomed over him and protected him from the falling snow. John watched him with a bored, disappointed look. Switching back to the small human child, he shook Kyle awake roughly. When he finally stirred John yelled at him to get up.

"Hey! Relax John, it can wait a bit. No one is eating yet."

"But the drinking has already begun. The time to strike is now!"

"Geez, when they said vengful, they ment it!" Kyle muttered mostly tohimself as he walked over to the house where his old family was cheerfully celebrating the season.

Kyle snuck in with his house key and quietly went into the kitchen. He poured in half of the vile's contents into a bottle filled almost full of wine. When his father came in he sprinted out. Kyle heard his father pour the wine into a glass and sip it. Almost imediantly after, he started choking and was soon dead. The family rushed in after him just as Kyle made his escape out of the house.

He ran back to where he had been restfully snoozing away earlier. Before Kyle was able to fall back asleep, John came over to him and sat next to him. John's silver eyes peirced into Kyle's soul. It greatly disturbed him.

"What is it?" Kyle asked.

There was no response, John just continued to stare.

"I killed him, are you happy?!"

Still no response from the ghost.

"You're just so weird and creepy..." Kyle trailed off as he too stared at John.

A tremor shook through Kyle though and broke his stare. He fell onto his back and twiched uncontrolable as his heart beat sped up. Sweat beaded on his forehead and Kyle felt pain shoot through him. He let out one yell of pain and agony before his heat gave out and he lie dead.

John changed back to his older ghost form and smirked at the dead body. Witha laugh he said, " Never underestimate a ghost, and never expect him to spare your life for doing part of his evil deeds. You were chosen to die no matter what you did you worthless pathetic human. Besides, more than one person drank the wine so you had to give your life. Maybe in a hundred years the human will be smarter than to deal with a ghost, but until next time farewell."

With that he disappeared to some other place to watch over a different person and lead them into the life of a killer.

Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you are smart and don't kill this season or we'll know that John White's ghost is back to make trouble.