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My Halloween decorations are killer. Lame pun, I know. Seriously though, my hanging corpses win the local Halloween decoration contest every year.

Nobody really questions what they are. They just assume they're dummies. Extremely well-made dummies. I tell people I do taxidermy as a hobby, and that taxidermy and making dummies are very related skills. I do indeed have a taxidermy hobby, but the idea that making dummies and taxidermy are a related skill set is a lie. Well, actually, I don't know that. I've never tried to make a dummy.

I may live in a small town, but I never source my bodies from where I live. I'm fortunate enough to live near a larger city. It's not New York or LA big, but it's big enough that nobody really notices you're gone until it's too late. It also has plenty of homeless. Honestly, I'm doing a service to the community by getting rid of these people. I don't always get homeless people, though. I'm an opportunistic killer. If I'm out and see somebody alone in a dark street at night, I'll take them whether they're wearing rags or the crown jewels. It's all worth it to get that Best Decorations award. Pretty fun, too, I must say. You may ask what I do with the bodies after October's over. I know I said I have taxidermy as a hobby, but while I do use some taxidermy skills to keep the bodies from stinking while they're out, I don't keep them. I have a nice furnace in the basement. All I have to do is stuff 'em, put a hood over their head, and hang them up on the oak tree in my front yard. I usually use two, though sometimes I've used three, and I had one particularly unlucky year where I only had one Then when Halloween's over, it's off to be cremated.

Unfortunately, I might have to change my rule on where I source my bodies next year. Paul Henderson down the street won this Halloween for his dolled-up graveyard. Bastard. It's okay, though. Next year, he'll be part of my decorations, along with some no-name homeless asshole. His wife and children might have to go, too. Hopefully not, though. I've managed to avoid suspicion thus far. One guy disappearing might not cause people to point fingers at me, but an entire family missing and a family hanging from my oak? That's just inviting trouble.
Nightmares Six: Decorations
Ah, geez, this is crap. I just haven't had time. School, procrastination, and stress all conspired to make me lose all my time. So this is just something I threw together last minute. I hope you find it at least a little enjoyable.
“Grandpa, tell me a Christmas story!” I said. He looked away from the fire and smiled at me.

“Sure. How about I tell you about the Christmas Truce?”

“What's that?”

Grandpa stopped rocking for a second, seeming to ponder what he wanted to say. He crossed his legs, and then uncrossed them, almost knocking his prosthetic foot off his leg. “Well, you know how I was a soldier in the Great War?”

“Yeah! You told me.” Grandpa didn't usually like to talk about his time in the trenches, but he seemed so willing to share this experience with me. I guess it got me excited.

“Well, you know, during the war, we were all dug in, hiding in our trenches. My regiment was from England, and we were right across from the Germans. I think the distance between us was probably about the same as from our house to the Johnsons, across the street. It was absolutely miserable. Everything got muddy, our trench got flooded constantly, and the smell was just...” He trailed off. For a moment, I thought he was going to start crying, or maybe just stop. He had done it before, when I tried to ask him about the war.

“S-sorry, where was I?” He seemed to be holding back tears. “Oh, right. Sorry. I think I've made my point, the conditions were terrible. I started in September, and by December, all any of us wanted was to go home. We were so sick of fighting. We didn't have it bad as some parts, in fact, we could often hear constant explosions in the distance, one right after the other. The week of Christmas, we received word that we'd have to stay and fight over Christmas.”

He seemed to calm down a bit, and started rocking in his chair again. “Well, we weren't too happy about that, but we tried to make the best of it. Then, on Christmas Eve, we heard singing coming from the German trenches. Some of us started singing carols, as well. Then, a German came up from the trench and stood out in the middle of the battlefield. He called out to us in English, asking if we could have a truce, just for Christmas. Of course, we all said yes. We got out and met in the middle, exchanging rations and jokes, and singing Christmas carols, well into the night. The next day, we did it all over again. It was probably the only happy time I had in the whole war.” He sighed and looked down.

“What happened next, Grandpa?”

“Well, after the truce, quite a few of us refused to fight. We made friends that day, and we didn't want to end up killing them. So, the command transferred us to another area the next week. No matter how badly I thought of where we were, the place we were transferred to was much worse. The fighting was constant. I soon learned that there had been no truce there. Three days later, I lost my foot to a mortar. I think that saved my life, but...” At this point my grandfather stopped rocking, and wore a look of absolute consternation. He looked at me. “Well, I guess I just got lucky. I was sent home. After the war ended, I moved to America and met your grandmother, and that was that.”

He looked down, and I felt that I had gotten everything I could out of him. I don't know why he told me that story. It caused him so much pain to tell me that. I do miss him so much.
Winter Tales Five: Truce
I was going to write something about a guy who just punched people on Christmas, but I wanted to write something for the hundredth anniversary of the Christmas Truce. It was kinda rushed, but I think it's alright.


Evil Roda
United States
I'm a writer. I will move everything I still like that is on here over to NG Lit once it is launched sometime in the next two millenia.

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Imbreum Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2010
Thank you so much for the +fav!
evil-roda Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2010
You is welcome. :3
KayenofDarkness Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2009
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