Milk, Cookies, and Krampus: A Christmas Horror Story of Folklore, Family… and a Very Bad Dog

0:01 Snow hammers the old Ohio farmhouse. The milk and cookies sit waiting by the fire, and a little brown terrier has just licked the plate clean. Outside, the wind changes, hooves rattle on the roof, far too light for reindeer and too loud for anything human. As the fire dies, maybe you will too. How did you get in here? Ho? Ho?

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3:39 a Christmas fire and asking what really comes down the chimney when you forget to be good for goodness sake? And is there any hope of escape when the shadow of Santa Claus is coming to your town? Milk Cookies and Crampus by Rob Fields. Hello everybody. Bill Bayer back here with you again, at least I'm pretty sure we've met before. How about I tell you one more memoir centered around Christmas. For the record, I wasn't there when this one took place. I'm only recounting it from when Daisy May Donnery and Carnelian Miron told their story to the rest of us on Christmas Day. For the sake of being able to share this memoir with all of you, I'll try not to take too many liberties in the name of storytelling. This takes place after our little run in with Isley Tinker and his Christmas Carnival. Not to mention meeting the Dark Mother herself. Some people seem to know her as Hell Weaver. Since you're here to experience this story now, then you know we all made it out.

5:10 The Dark Mother herself saved Christmas for a thousand souls, including those of our group. On account of a technicality regarding an arrangement she and Tinker had made, our group would end up repeating Christmas Eve. As a result, we went to the Christmas Bazaar in Gunter Square Park the same as we did the first day, it was Daisy May, Donnerly, Carnelian, Mirn, Jasper Jinks, Truck Tucker, and me. Unlike our first go around, we wouldn't see that flyer about the Christmas Carnival and end up going to and being trapped in it. Catastrophe averted.

5:53 We finished our day at Daisy May's farm, where her mom and dad shared cookies and spiced hot shod chocolate with us. After a while the rest of us left, leaving Daisy May and Carnelian. It's from there that I'll tell you the story the way I recall it being told to me. But first we'll have to introduce another character into the story, in that of Daisy May's little brown terrier named Old mc donald. For the record, he really wasn't a bad dog. He was always friendly to anyone who met him. From what I'd seen, he had the same fire and gusto as Daisy May herself. And you know Rose, her mother was the one who instilled her own fire into her little girl, so it was likely she did the same to Old mc donald. For a little dog, he sure had the appetite of a dog at least three times his size. It seemed like he had a bottomless pit, especially where people food was concerned.

7:00 The family kept Old McDonald's diet under control. Once in a while he would get a reward of said people food. That little dog was so happy he devoured what he was given earlier on when the rest of us were there. Old McDonald would come and hang out with me, Always with me. I didn't know if he thought hanging around me might score him some table scraps. He sure had a hanker in for the Christmas cookies Rose made. I don't know how she makes her food so unbelievably delicious. I think maybe Rose's culinary skills were the reason why Carnelian liked being on the farm so much. At least they couldn't hurt anyway. Old McDonald was trying to get some of those cookies. He'd bark out of desperation when no one would give him any. Rose would then chase him off, but he'd always sneak back. Old McDonald came into the kitchen where Daisy May and Carnelian were doing the dishes together. Daisy May was washing and Carnelian was drying and putting them on the counter. Rose said she would put them away when they were finished. Oh, I see you there, Old McDonald, Rose said in her Southern accent as she picked him up. The dog growled at being held by the matriarch of the Donnerly farm. He would never have bitten her, though he was merely being playful.

8:31 Rose cradled him in her arms and started scratching his belly. Old McDonald loved all the attention Rose gave him, even though he was supposed to be Daisy May's dog. Daisy May herself would tell you he was much more Rose's pup than hers. Straight Daisy May's dad came in and gave the dog some petting before he talked to his wife. After a time, she sent him to the living room. Then she went to Daisy May and Carnelian. Done finished the dishes, did you? She asked the girls. We sure did. Carnelian assured her, I just finished drying the last one.

9:12 Daisy May raised her finger as she stood on the stool in front of the dual sinks. Hold it, Carney missed one. Found it while drain in the washwater, She squeaked in her southern mousey voice. She pulled a fork out of the sink and cleaned it up. Carnelian took the fork and dried it off. Okay, now we're done, Rose chuckled, Carneie Mirron, you definitely belong here on the farm. As much work as you do here, you sure put in your time this mornin'. She loves your home cookin'. Ma Daisy May cracked. Carnelian blushed a little. She looked ready to snap at Daisy May. Instead, she just sighed and told Rose she's not wrong. Rose ruffled her hair a little. You're learning and earning your keep here. I know you're living here on your folks dime, but but you definitely earn your plates at the table. Rose liked having Carnelian around and was glad to see how much she and Daisy May had bonded as friends since that Halloween night. We done here, Ma, Daisy May said, coming down off the stool. Yeah, you kids can go on up to the barn. Rose answered, oh wait, now hold up, Daisy May and Carnelian stopped and turned back to Rose. Yama,

10:43 Daisy May chirped. Rose quickly picked up one of the clean plates. She moved over to where the rest of the Christmas. Cookies we had enjoyed earlier were put away. She placed some cookies on the plate and set it down. Then she got a glass and poured some creamy buttermilk into it from the refrigerator. She put it down next to the cookies. You girls, take these into the living room and put them by the fireplace. Rose instructed, Daisy, may you get the little table set up. Why are we doing this, Carnelian asked. Daisy. May answered for her mom. Because we gotta leave milk and cookies out for the big guy tonight, you know, Christmas, even everything. Carnelian gave them a weird look. You're serious, Rose was quick to point at Carnelian. One thing you're gonna learn around here, Carne, is there's traditions you just never break in our family. The biggest one is you always leave milk and cookies for Santa Claus. Carnelian composed herself, Okay, i'll bite what happens if you don't leave milk and cookies out for her father Christmas? You get coal in your stocking or something. Rose glared at Carnelian, I'm gonna excuse your starkiness on account of it being your first Christmas here as part of this family. She pointed sharply

12:16 at her. If you don't leave milk and cookies out for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve tonight, then you're asking for all kinds of bad things to happen. And if you get coal in your stocking, you'd be darn lucky. I mean it now, don't you dare be tempting fate. Carnelian turned to look at Daisy May, and she could tell she wasn't quite believing Rose herself. Just the same, the girls obeyed Rose and took the plate and glass into the living room. Daisy May set up the little table near the fireplace straight came and knelt down in front of the fire, putting another log into it. Looks like Ma's got you girls taking care of Sanna. Huh.

13:06 Carnelian looked at him. Do you believe in Santa? For that matter? Do you believe in doing this? Always? The laid back and patient man that he was, he stood up. You've been here long enough to know how headstrong my better half can be. Carney. If there's one thing my paw said to me back when he met her, it was that she knows things. She's got traditions and customs passed down to her by her own family. I definitely learned the hard way that you listen when your better half tells you about traditions, especially when you're both born and raised in Strickfield, Ohio. Here, Carnelian wouldn't back down. But why leave milk and cookies here for Santa? Come on, straight, I'm old enough to know there's no such thing as Santa. Claus straight smirked and shook his head slowly. Yeah, you and Daisy May are both two of a kind. You are, he sighed. Normally, you ain't supposed to be up and waiting for Santa to come. But I got a mind to just let you girls stay right in here tonight and see for yourselves.

14:21 He pointed at both of them. You girls best mind your maul when she tells you to do something, especially where old wives tales are concerned. He pointed to the kitchen. Now, MA ain't kidding none about them milk and cookies. No, sir, you don't leave them out for Santa. You're gonna be asking for a whole heap of trouble. Carnelian was riled up. Now, but what kind of trouble? Come on? Will you level with us here? Straight got real serious. Well, i'd done herd from Jerome Fisher back when we lived in Pendleton that his family actually had a meeting with the bad version of Santa himself. Are you trying to say that old Coot met up with Crampis for not leaving milk and cookies for Sanna? Daisy May asked, in disbelief. Straight shrugged.

15:22 I ain't saying whether he did or not. I wasn't there, mind you. I also heard about Crampis from George Belcher and his better half. Turns out their boys didn't believe and didn't bother leaving milk and cookies out for Sanna. Crampis darn near made off with them, two rascals. He pointed to the kitchen. I heard Mau telling you in there about tempting fate. You just don't do it, plain and simple. Daisy May and Carnelian both looked at each other, still not believing what the elders had done. Hold them still, they set up the milk and cookies as they were told to do. What none of them had seen. However, was old McDonald looking in I think in his little doggy mind he was hatching a plan on how to get those cookies. Then Carnelian clapped her hands together. You know what, Straight, I think I would like to sit down here tonight and see if Santa does come for the milk and cookies. Straight, nod at once. You go right on ahead, Carney. I think the log I put on the fire will be done by the time him and those eight tiny reindeer come parking up on our roof.

16:50 You staying here at the house with carneye? Daisy May? Sure, Paul, why not? Daisy May, replied Carnelie and pointed at her. Darned straight, you are. I want to have a witness to back me up when we don't see anything. She looked at Straight, except for the milk and cookies still being here in the morning. Straight chuckled. You still got a lot to learn, Carney. Anyway, you girls have at it. It's getting late, so I'm gonna turn in for a long winter's nap. Good night, girls. Straight moved to the stairway and slowly ascended it. About twenty minutes later, Rose came and said good night to the girls. Then she pointed sharply at both of them. I better not find out you two ate them cookies and drank up the milk.

17:48 Folks around here'll be wondering what became of both of you. When she saw Carnelian's doubtful look, she especially pointed at her, you just not believe in what I say. You'll learn soon enough. You just wait and see if you don't. From there, Rose made her way upstairs. Daisy May and Carnelian were alone in the living room. It's eleven o'clock. Carnelian observed, what should we do to kill time while we're waiting for She made air quotes santy Claus. Daisy May picked up the TV remote. Why don't we find us a Christmas movie? Sure, Country Mouse put one on.

18:36 Carnelian agreed. Ironically enough, the girls ended up watching Crampus. Before long, they were both yawning. Soon they were settling back on the couch. Little did they realize that old McDonald was preparing to make his move. It seemed like the girls had only nodded off for a second before they heard the loud noise that suddenly jolted them awake and gave them their second wins. What the heck, Daisy May uttered, look country mouse, Carnelian shrieked, pointing to the floor.

19:27 The girls both saw Old McDonald scarfing down the cookies. He had succeeded in knocking to the floor. The girls saw Old McDonald scarfing down the cookies. After finishing the last cookie, he moved to the fallen glass of milk and started lapping it up. Daisy May pointed down at him. Oh, you was in big trouble now you darn mutt. You get you any bitdy, But over here now I got him, car Cornelian told her, as she had her hands seemingly coiled around him. But the wily little dog yapped a couple of times and suddenly sprinted out of Carnelian's hands.

20:13 He scurried to the edge of the room, turned around, and yapped again. Daisy May was easily the fastest girl I knew, next to Ariel Miron. She was fast enough to help the Strickfield Junior High football team when the state championship last fall. Yet she could never catch Old mc donald when he would run away hughest wait till I get hold of you, Daisy May told him, ain't nowhere you can get away with all the doors and windows locked up tight. Carnelian helped Daisy May chase Old mc donald. At one point, the girls had him surrounded in the kitchen. The little dog sat and panted as he looked from one girl to the other. Again, the girls underestimated Old mc donald As they were about to grab him. He quickly scurried away. When we get our hands on you, Old mc donald, you're going in the cage for the night, Daisy May promised. The dog yapped a couple of times, as if he was telling them they were more than welcome to try. The girls went after him again. He never once fled upstairs or even tried going down into the basement. As far as the dog was concerned, those girls were playing with him. Of course, Old mc donald was always down to play. When the clock sounded the hour of midnight, the girls couldn't believe

21:46 they had been chasing Old mc donald for nearly an hour. Carnelian groaned, you might as well just bribe him with some food, Daisy May, there's no way we can catch him. You know, if I didn't know any better, i'd swear your mom was putting coffee in his water dish. Daisy May also groaned, Okay, okay, I'll get some doggy yum yums. She pointed at Old McDonald. Then you're itty bitty butts going in the cage. But as Daisy May was turning to go into the kitchen, the girls heard a loud racket outside. They both looked at each other before they made their way to the front door. When Daisy May opened it, they could see the wintry weather through the screen door. It wasn't this bad earlier when we went to the Christmas bazaar. Carnelian said, well, it's looking like a winter twisty done come through Strickfield and dumped a bunch of snow down on our heads. Carney, Daisy May muttered, guessing, I'm gonna have to add a few extra laws to my stove in the barn before I lay down for the night. How long has it been snowing like this, Carnelian asked, And how come we didn't see it? You'd have thought one of your parents would have said something about it, right. The girls both looked at each other

23:19 and knew something wasn't right about the sudden blizzard conditions they were seeing. I think maybe you'd better just stay in the house tonight, Carnelian advised. Before Daisy May could reply, she suddenly gasped and pointed outside. Daisy May herself didn't scream, but her eyes were wide open. In the distance, they could see something big flying towards the barn. Is it really Santa Carnelian wondered out loud. We did see ghosts on Halloween, Daisy May recalled, and we were just at a ghostly carnival. We're even repeating Christmas Eve entirely, so maybe we should be the kind of folks to take this seriously. Wow, we're really going to meet Santa Claus, Carnelian said, with fascination. My parents will never believe me when I write my next letter to them. But as the sleigh drew closer and closer, the girl's feelings of amazement and wonder turned to those of horror. They saw the eight tiny reindeer weren't so much tiny as skinny

24:52 skeleton thin sh The eight reindeer pulled the sleigh were making eerie sounds. Then they saw the driver, wearing his dark red coat and fur cap. His eyes glowed red and he gave off a sneer that made both of the girls gulp together shut the door. Carneie Daisy May shrieked, Oh God. Carnelian groaned as she slammed the door and put her back up against it. Daisy May quickly locked the door and fastened the dead bolt. Carnelian sprang from the front door and ran to the back one. Daisy May caught on and was right lock it up, good and tight, Carnie.

25:49 Daisy May cried. As Carnelian was securing the back door, she pointed to the basement the side entrance go. Daisy May opened the basement door and jumped off the top step, landing at the midpoint. To her comfort, the door was already locked tight. She quickly raced back upstairs to meet Carnelian went back into the living room. The fire's almost out, Daisy May choked, I'll put another log on it. Carnelian cried and raced to get more. She brought the log to the dying fire and was about to place it on. Suddenly something dropped and crashed loudly right in front of her. The girls screamed when they saw who was coming out of the fireplace. Before them no milk and cookies for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, the figure chuckled, such naughty little girls. Indeed, he produced an abundantly large sack that matched his coat.

27:10 You girls are coming home with me this Christmas. The girls screamed as they turned and ran. And just where will you girls go to? Didn't you hear mister straight Donnerly when he told you about me? You can't possibly escape from Crumpus. The polar opposite of Santa Claus, took his time as he pursued the girls. When they reached the back door, Carnelian quickly undid the dead bolt and locked the handle.

27:51 Soon they were both running out into the storm. It's so cold, Carnelian groaned. Gee you think so, Daisy May muttered sarcastically. I'd have thought it was the middle of summer. Personally, Oh shut up, Carnelian muttered. The girls reached the barn and went inside. The two main doors were locked tight. They were thankful the side door was easily accessible. Daisy May locked it behind them. As they were about to go upstairs to Daisy May's room. The main doors were ripped away and cast aside.

28:42 All come Now, did you really think your barn would grant you shelter from Crumpus? He sneered at them as they looked on terrified. You girls chose not to believe. You didn't leave milk and cookies for Centa. You could have easily avoided your fate had you just respected your elders. We did leave milk and cookies out for Santa Daisy May protested, Yeah, the dog eat the cookies and drank most of the milk. Cornelian added, cramps pointed right at them.

29:28 But the fact of the matter is that there were no milk and no cookies when the clock told midnight to begin Christmas. Blaming a little dog is no excuse. Besides, you girls didn't believe in the existence of santi claws. But you shall have more than enough time to reflect on your sins when you're spending each and every Christmas in my lair. Crampus held open his sack, now it inside. The girls turned and went through the side door again. They made it back into the house and secured the door once more.

30:26 Carnelian saw Crampus's face in the window and screamed, knock, knock. The monster teased the girls turned away just as Crampis reduced the back door to splinters and entered the house again. Daisy May quickly opened the refrigerator and started throwing food at Crampus. After she threw a turkey leg at his head, Crampus caught it and took a huge bite. Mmmm, he cary smoked to perfection.

31:06 He threw the rest of it out to his undead reindeer, who gobbled it up. But this changes nothing. The girls ran off again. They stopped when they saw old McDonald standing right there. Daisy May quickly snatched up the little dog. You got us in deep deep doggy do do you darn mutt? She growled. The dog just yapped like he always did. When they ran to the stairway. Carnelian quickly turned and yelled up, help, wake up. You were both right, the dog eat the cookies, and now Crampus is here in the house.

31:53 Help. Unfortunately for them, it would take more than just Carnelian yelling at the top of her lungs to get Daisy May's parents to wake up and come to their aid. When they saw Crampis was almost on them, they moved away from the stairs and through a few hallways. When they reached the basement, Daisy May called out to Carnelia open the door. Carnelian tried to stop, but slid on her socks and fell on her rear on the shiny wooden floor. She quickly got back up and got the basement door open. We can't hide down there, Daisy May.

32:40 We ain't hiding down there, Daisy May snapped. Now quit being yella, and come on. You're just as scared as me, country mouse. Carnelian fired back, and I am so scared. The girls ran down the basement. Just as they reached the bottom step, they heard the door being ripped away at its hinges. You can run, but you'll never escape, crumpus. He called behind them. I'm just like Santa Claus in the fact that I see everything.

33:25 The girls reached the other stairway that led to the outside. All they would have to do is climb up and push open the metal doors. These aren't locked, right, Carnelian asked. Nope, shouldn't be. Daisy May replied, but you're gonna have to open them since I'm holding old McDonald here. The dog yapped a couple of times at hearing his name Oh, yeah, you might. I should just give you to crampis, Daisy May threatened, After all, if you ate all the cookies, Ma told us to leave for Santa Claus. Carnelian suddenly glanced over her shoulder at Daisy May. That's it, country mouse.

34:12 Your mom's got to have more cookies lying around somewhere. Hey, you're right, Daisy May shrieked, good thinking, Carney, there's probably somewhere in the kitchen. Carnelian quickly got one of the metal doors open. The girls climbed out of the basement and moved through the blizzard. As they turned the corner to get to the kitchen, both doors flew off the basement entrance. The strong winds easily carried them off in different directions. The girls kept moving until they were able to get back into the house through the back doorway. Now they were back in the kitchen. Unfortunately, they didn't have any door to keep in between them and cramp them, since the monster had destroyed it earlier. Daisy May put old McDonald on the table and helped Carnelian look through the cupboards. Oh where are they? Where are they? Carnelian groan, How hard can it be to find Christmas cookies. You was in here with Ma, Daisy May reminded her. I was in the living room with Paul.

35:27 Remember. Carnelian raised her eyes to the ceiling and screamed out in both frustration and terror. Uh uh, Carney, ain't no time to be yellow, Daisy May, yell. Now think where'd you see mastash them cookies. Carnelian shook her head and groaned in fright. Daisy May quickly grabbed her shoulders and shook. We ain't got time. I told you. Crampus will be back in this house in a smidge. Now, think, Carney, think. Carnelian saw old McDonald barking on the table and just like that, I remember. Now I'll get the cookies, country mouse.

36:13 She pointed to the open refrigerator. You get some more buttermilk. Daisy May did as Carnelian said and grabbed the pitcher. She moved back into the living room to pick up the glass. Soon she had it full again and back on the little table. Carnelian returned with the tupperware container. Daisy May picked up the plate and put it back on the tray. Carnelian opened the container and placed a couple of Christmas cookies on the plate. Old McDonald was on the floor, looking to knock the tray over again. This time, however, Carnelian dropped what was left of the Christmas cookies and snatched him up. No you don't, you little rascal. The girls turned around and saw Crampis staring down at them. Old McDonald just looked all happy and yapped at Crampis. Carnelian pointed to the tray. There, we made it right. We've got milk and cookies for Santa Claus.

37:24 Crampis laughed scornfully. It's much too late for that, now, Mortals, and now no more running away. It's time for you both to come home with Trampus what. The girls screamed in disbelief. But we done fixed it, Daisy May protested. Crampis ignored Daisy May and snatched her up off her feet. She screamed as he dropped her into his sack. Old McDonald escaped from Carnelian's arms. When she herself tried to escape, Crampis snatched her up off her feet and dropped her into the sack. With Daisy May, Old MacDonald just sat there, yapping happily and wagging his tail inside Crampis's sack, it was very, very dark. It would be in the darkness that they would feel themselves being shaken. As Crampis made his way back to his sleigh and commanded his team of undead reindeer to ascend into the air, the girls could only speculate as to what Crampis's lair would look like, since they would be spending the rest of their lives as part of his ever growing collection of naughty children. Carnelian was so scared

38:59 she shook. She had never shaken in her life. The darkness and shaking movements frightened her so severely that she managed to belt out one long, loud and final scream of despair. Suddenly everything came back into light. Carneye Carnelian's eyes were wide open. Now she saw she was sitting in the living room. Only now the face of Daisy May Donnerly was right in front of her. Country mouse.

39:41 She stammered, what what's ugh? Carnelian shook her head as Daisy May backed off. Where am I? She choked out, I tried waking you up, Carneye. Daisy May told her, yeah, he worked real hard this morning, tired as you were. You was sleeping soundly, same as my folks. Carnelian shrieked when she saw Old McDonald sitting on the couch beside her. As always, he was looking all cute with his panting and wagging his tail. She pointed right at him. You got us in trouble, you little mongrel. You ate Santa's cookies and drink up all the milk. Nope, hogwash, Daisy May countered, Look you here. Carnelian turned to see the glass of buttermilk and the plate of cookies were just as the girls had set them up. She pointed to Old McDonald, but the dog knocked the tray over. He ate all the cookies and drank up the milk. Daisy May gave her a weird look. No, wow, you must have had some dream, Carneie. Like I said, I've been trying to wake you up. I was getting ready to get out a bucket of water and splash you with it.

41:10 Carnelian moved around the house and saw that the windows and doors were all intact. In fact, she opened one of them. No blizzard outside. She closed the door and turned back to Daisy did I really dream about Crampis coming here for us tonight? Carnelian told Daisy about her nightmare. When she finished, Daisy May's eyes were wide open. You don't believe me, Carnelian muttered, I really am crazy. Daisy May gulped. I had done fell asleep too, Carneie. I just happened to wake up a little bit before you did.

42:04 Carnelian looked at Daisy May. Funny, then why are you looking scared? I had done dreamed about Crampis too, Daisy May confessed. What's really given me the shakes is that everything you just told me, I dreamed the same thing. Before either of the girls could discuss their shared dream any further, they heard a loud noise. The girls both gasped when they saw that the tray had been knocked over, and to their horror, Old McDonald was right there, wolfing down the Christmas cookies. The girls tried to stop him, but it was too late. Old McDonald had finished the last cookie. The girls heard the wintry winds picking up fast, just as Old McDonald started lapping up the buttermilk. Well,

43:35 my spookies, Daisy, Carnelian and Old McDonald learned the hard way that on this farm, milk and cookies aren't a midnight snack. They're a survival strategy. So tonight, when you're getting ready for bed, maybe give the dog a little lecture. Make sure those treats stay where you left them, but don't get too cozy by the fire just yet. Our Christmas Terror continues tomorrow with a Blue Christmas, a snow soaked, superhero flavored nightmare where alien powers, secret societies, and something born out of pure fear turn Shore City into the world's scariest holiday light show.

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