Creepy - Day 35 - A Spy Cam In My Christmas Tree Caught More Than Just Santa

Episode Date: December 26, 2017

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The Bad Days. Day 35 A Special Christmas Tale by Manon Lissette. A Spreepy A spy cam in my Christmas tree caught more than just Santa. Last year, on Boxing Day, I found a really cool ornament in a clearance box. I'd had a built-in camera to record a unique perspective on your holiday celebrations. I grabbed the last one from the store's dusty shelf and brought it home for less than $10.

I forgot about it until my wife, my two daughters, and I decorated the house earlier this month. I told my daughters about the camera and said we'd secretly catch Santa in the act. I had an old costume in the attic and intended to deliver some gifts in full view of the camera on Christmas night. My girls were rejoined, went back and forth trying to find the best place to put the ornament on the tree. They had no idea, Daddy repositioned it later so it could actually catch the living room in a good angle. In the nights leading up to Christmas, I turned the camera on to make sure everything was working properly. In the morning, I previewed the footage, just long enough to confirm the thing was. working. Satisfied, I inserted the micro SD card back into the ornament and slipped in a new

battery in anticipation for the big night. Daddy didn't want to disappoint his girls with a failed recording. We enjoyed Christmas Eve as a family, playing board games and eating way more junk food than there was room in our stomachs. Like we do every year, we let our daughters open one gift from Mommy and Daddy before going to bed. The girls still go. riding their sugar high, beer giggling in their bedrooms from all the way up the stairs. From time to time, my wife and I could hear one of them shush the other, claiming she heard hoofs on the roof or bells jingling.

Eventually the kiddos is dozed off. My wife kissed me on the cheek and headed to bed while I turned off all the lights. I retrieved the costume and tiptoe to the living room, getting ready for my big feature film debut. I did everything you would expect Santa to do. I ate most of the cookies, drink to milk, pet my large stomach and said my ho-ho-hoes. I dropped a few presents by the fireplace, all in full view of the camera. A pretty good acting job, if I do say so myself.

On Christmas morning, the girls came running into our bedroom to wake us up. They excitedly insisted we watched the video before opening the presents. I transferred the footage to my laptop. Forwarded to where Santa showed up and pressed play. My girls squealed with delight and jumped in front of the screen, frantically waving at Santa while obscuring the video from my view. It brought me so much joy to see how happy the girls were. I was too lazy to stop the video, so it continued to play in the background while we unwrapped our gifts. I spotted a box I'd not seen before.

It was small and wrapped in a blue foil paper I did not recognize. My name was on it, but my wife's... seemed as surprised as I was to see it there. Noticing my confusion, my youngest daughter spoke, Daddy, that's got to be from Mr. Elf, she said, her voice cheerful and bright. I was ready to dismiss her elf comment as just another weird thing kids say, but my wife wasn't so quick to ignore it. Honey, what elf? she asked.

My daughter pointed to the laptop. By then the video had ended and all that was left on the screen was a preview of the first frame. The one that came with Santa, she answered. Panic struck me like a bird and a jet propeller. I know my wife didn't dress up as an elf. I scanned the video clicking forward and back until I saw what my daughter had seen. There was someone in the living room. He walked into the corner after I had turned the lights off.

He stood there watching. me parade around his Santa. The video went completely quiet after that. It was as though the camera failed to record a single sound. The strange, tall man in an elf costume stood perfectly still for over an hour, watching the camera from a distance. After a while, he walked over to the plate of cookies and bit the head off a gingerbread man. I glanced at the plate and saw his teeth mark.

on the decapitated cookie. The man then quietly approached the Christmas tree. I thought the audio wasn't working, but as he reached the tree, I began to hear his slow, steady breaths. He reached towards the ornament, and the video stopped. In a terrified frenzy, I grabbed the blue box he left behind. I ripped the bow off and tossed a filly thing away. I frantically remove the wrapping paper, opened the box, and looked inside. There, on the bed of bubble wrap, was the battery I'd put in the camera the night before.

My wife took the ornament and opened the back. The battery was missing. I don't know what scares me more. What the camera caught or what the elf might have done after he turned off the camera. For more information, including pictures and videos of the stories told on this podcast, Or to suggest stories for future episodes, please visit us. At Creepypod on Twitter, Instagram. All stories told on this podcast can be found at creepypasta wiki.com.

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