Krampus accompanies St. Nick on his travels and violently sifts the naughty children from the nice. He is often portrayed as a devil-like figure with black or dark brown hair covering his body, cloven hooves, goat-like horns, razor-sharp fangs, and a long, lolling tongue hanging from his mouth. Are you afraid of the Christmas Devil?
Dickens had a fascination with the supernatural, almost an obsession. He wrote dozens of ghost stories throughout his illustrious writing career. He attended numerous séances, and he was even one of the founding members of the esteemed Ghost Club of London – an organization that still exists to this day. He was fervent in finding out all he could on the weird and bizarre. There was, however, an issue with his hunt. He didn’t believe in any of it.
Ghost stories? We know, it’s hard to imagine, especially in a world where there is already a day set aside for telling spooky tales. But, believe it or not, a Christmas night full of holiday frights was once one of the most popular ways to celebrate the season.
Some may be printed, and others just whispered in front of the fireplace, but all of these stories have stayed spooky throughout the years and will likely continue to top the list of Yuletide ghost stories for many generations to come. So, naughty or nice, be sure you’re checking this ghost story list twice, because nothing will warm you up this winter better than a stocking stuffed with the supernatural.
No one knows who and no one knows why, but there is a headless horseman that haunts the grounds of Roos Hall. He only appears once a year on Christmas Eve, plowing through the manor’s driveway on a horse-drawn carriage. Always silent in his journey. And when he reaches the end at the entrance of the manor, he and the carriage disappear.
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Anne clammers up the grand stairs of the manor, gliding through corridors and rooms, climbing higher and higher until she finds herself in the attic. It would be sufficient enough to find a darkened corner to hide in and wait to be found. Anne doesn’t see the fun in that, though. Anne wants to make this a challenge.