Creepy - The Christmas Krampus

Episode Date: December 25, 2017

During the holiday season, when minds focus on the good, bad things still happen. Bad things that happen to naughty children...impossible things...***Warning: this story contains some depictions of violence toward children***Please consider supporting the podcast at Patreon.com/Creepypod or creepypod.com/support***Sound design by Steve Blizin***Title music by Alex Aldea***Intro/Outro Narration by Joe Stofko Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

This is creepy. A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepypastas and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or are simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. listener discretion is advised. The Christmas crampus. Every year, around the Christmas holiday, magical things always seem to happen.

Some things are marvelous and joyful, like visits from Santa or a snowman coming alive. Some people say they can feel the Christmas magic in the air or around them. Some things aren't so joyful. Around Christmas every year, kidnappings, murder, and suicide rates go up drastically as well. Even when horrid things like this happen, people often feel, yet rarely do they admit, that they still feel a kind of holiday magic behind it, although, be it a dark magic.

One example comes from a Christmas demon known as the crampus. The crampus is well known in countries like Germany and Switzerland for taking none. naughty children in the dead of Christmas Eve night. Here is one such account. December 6th, 2013. My name is Eli Rockford. I'm currently seven years old as I write this. I confide in this journal something I can't tell my family because they would never believe me.

I'm often told that I'm very smart for my age, because I say and do things that most kids my age don't. But if I tell a strange story, no matter how hard I try to. get them to believe. My parents and siblings hit just my imagination. Today I looked out my window into the street by her house and saw a man who looked like a shadow with horns. His eyes glowed orange and seeing him scared me a lot. He was ringing a bunch of bells or something, but I just tried to ignore him and sleep. Then I heard a knock on the door. I went down to see who it was for mommy and daddy, but when I got to the door, someone stuck a card to our mail slot and ran off really quickly. The card had a picture of a monster who had bull legs, a tail, and horns on a scary looking goat

hat that looked half human. I was so scared that it was the thing in the streets, but I don't know what to do. I think I know what it is, but I hope I'm wrong. I showed the card to my dad, and he said it was crampus. The bottom of the card said, Gross von Kampus. Daddy says every year, Kampas punishes bad boys and girls on Christmas. But Santa gives good boys and girls toys. So now I'm not so scared.

I always get toys on Christmas, so I must be a good kid. I still didn't tell him about the thing on the street. December 24th. 2013. My parents will be gone from most of tonight and Christmas morning tomorrow for some stupid work thing they both have. We usually have Christmas at six, but we have to wait for Mommy and Daddy to get home first. Mom told Brad, my oldest brother, that we would have a babysitter because she didn't trust

him to watch all five of us by himself. Mommy often let Brad watch us, but we had broke a lot of things the last couple times we were left alone, so Mommy said she would get Rebecca to watch us. Rebecca came to the house at 5. She was very pretty and Brad couldn't stop staring at her. Mommy and Daddy left a couple minutes after Rebecca got here. This was the first time Rebecca had watched six kids at the same time before. I don't think she knew what she was getting herself into.

My youngest sister Molly, who's three, threw a tantrum after our parents left. Levi and Garrett, my younger twin brothers who were both five, started fighting. Brad talked with Rebecca most of the night and Rachel spent most of the night in a room. Mom and dad said we would still get Christmas gifts tomorrow, but we had to wait to open them until they got home. We made hot cocoa, but the cocoa makers broke so the hot chocolate burned our mouths. And we all got candy canes too. Rebecca started to put us to bed at eight and finally succeeded. at 9.30. Even though she was clearly exhausted and frustrated with us, she told us that she

had fun, and she wouldn't have spent Christmas Eve any other way. I woke in the middle of the night at about 11 to see a crimson moon casting a dim red glow on the winter snow. I looked out my bedroom window and saw a red object coming towards our house fast. It was hard to make out, but it looked like a red sleigh being pulled by reindeer. I instantly recognized this as Santa's sleigh and ran to hide on the stairs and waved for him to come down the chimney anxiously. Out the window to the right of a fireplace, I saw the sleigh fly overhead and I heard many hooves trotting on the roof. I made sure to remain perfectly still and silent as a mouse. I waited for what felt like an eternity while saw footsteps echoed on the roof above me, getting closer to the chimney.

I heard scuffling as ash and dust started falling from the fireplace. Soon two black boots landed. Then the rest of jolly old St. Nick came through the fireplace with a big bag of toys on his back. Without speaking a word, he went straight to our tree. He took gifts from his bag and scattered them under our lit-up plastic evergreen. Then started on the milk and cookies we left for him. I felt that I'd held my breath the entire time I was hiding on the stairs. I couldn't believe I was spying on the real safe.

Santa Claus in my own home. Eventually, he made his way over to our stockings and started putting various knick-knacks and candies in our stockings, starting with Molly. When you got to Levi, he took out a small black rock, and I had it sadly before placing it in Levi's stocking. It took me a second to realize that he gave Levi coal. I tried to stifle a laugh at the best of my abilities, but a small squeak to escape my lips anyways. Santa turned around and scanned the room. I remained as still as ever. He turned back

to the stockings, this time keeping his back to me and put a piece of Cole and Garrett's stocking too. He put a candy cane and bread stocking along with a pocket knife. Rachel got a new phone and some kick hats. Finally he moved to my stocking, which is always the furthest of the right even though I'm the middle child. Began rummaging through his sack as I leaned forward excitedly to see what present I was getting. Santa pulled out a large jet black piece of coal and stuffed it into my stocking. I fell a wave of anger, sadness, and regret all at once. I almost stood up right then and there to tell off the jolly old health.

But when he turned around, I saw tears in his eyes. He looked as if he was filled as similar emotions as I was. was, like he didn't like to have to give bad kids coal. It was for this reason that I remained quiet as Santa climbed back up my chimney, got in his sleigh, and flew away. I watched out my downstairs window as the sleigh flew from the rough and into the black abyss Christmas night. I sat there, still in place for a very long time, pondering how I could be a better child next year. I spotted something out of the window again. It looked like the same figure I'd seen before.

But this time, the sleigh looked as if it was black. I wrote this off as it was really dark outside, except for the moon's red glow. I wondered why Santa would come back. Maybe he forgot something. Maybe he made a mistake. Maybe I wasn't naughty and is on his way back right now to fix his mistake. My mind was racing. from one thought to another as I began to hype myself up for all my possible Christmas presents.

I'd stopped watching the window and have begun to daydream about the next morning, until hooves on the roof interrupted my thoughts. I heard loud, heavy clacking this time as you got closer to the chimney. Ash began to fall down the chimney, creating an ashy cloud around the fireplace, as what I assumed to be Santa began coming down and landed with a loud clash. My final thought before seeing what came next was, how has no one noticed all this?

Through the cloud, a thick black ash protruded two large horns, with stripes of red and white like those of a candy canes. As the dust settled, the rest of the figure was revealed. His skin was a pale, icy blue. His beard was like Santa's, except it was black and came to a point. His nose was long and his face looked grizzled, but more human than I thought. His horns looked like they'd touch the ceiling if he jumped. His body looked human in shape, but animal in appearance.

His legs were twisted and ended in hooves, like that of a cow or bull. He had a long tail. His torso was contoured in everything but his face and palms were covered in fur. He had broken chains. around his wrists, and it looked like a heavy red Christmas ornament attached to his tail by another chain. His ears were pointed, and so were his yellow teeth. Despite his horrid outlandish appearance, the most noticeable thing about the creature

were its bells that it wore, and the basket on its back that had a limp arm of a child hanging from it. The stories were true. So is Crampus. I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd seen sleighs go by, magic reindeer fly overhead, and had even seen Santa Claus himself. But none of that could prepare me for the beast that is crampus. He moved around the room with such speed that I was caught off guard.

The thing looked about eight feet tall without its horns, and with him he towered over everything in our large home. He made his way to the fireplace and took the coal from Levi's stocking. He rolled it around in his long bony fingers for a moment, then took the coal from Garrett's stock and then finally mine. He studied the coal for a moment. A wide smile full of pointy yellow teeth beamed across his face. I heard it saying a cold, raspy voice. A shiver ran up my spine as he, it spoke.

I was paralyzed in both fear and awe to creature their roam my living room beneath me. I thought he was moving towards the tree, but he walked past it and started going down the hall into Levi and Garrett's room. I remember the things my father used to say about it, that he whips bag kits, takes them away, sometimes eats them. Sometimes he shakes them and scares them into being good. All these horrid thoughts and more danced through my head as a monster creeped into the

twins room. I tried to scream with all my might but no sound would escape my mouth. As I finally was able to choke out, Levi, Garrett! Screams had already filled their room. Levi came running out of his room screaming his head off as Garrett followed suit. The creature's long, twisted arm reached out from the room and grabbed Garrett's leg, pulling him back into the room. I stood up from my spot on the stairs in motion for Levi to come to me. Garrett's screams fell silent. The crampus emerged from the room alone. His nose seemed shorter now. His face even more deformed now. I gripped Levi's hand tightly and we ran for Brad's room. I wailed on his door again and again, but he wouldn't come out. I would have tried harder to get his attention, but I could hear it coming up the stairs as each

both hit each step. I took Levi to the laundry room and told him to hide in the laundry chute. Once he was inside, it began lowering the laundry hamper so he could get downstairs without confronting the monster. Before he was lowered out of sight, I told Levi to go start the hot cocoa maker, because I had a plan. He nodded, and once he got to the bottom, I felt the hamper get lighter as he climbed out. I heard the hooved footsteps getting louder and closer to the laundry room. I began pulling the laundry hamper up and climbed in just as his door violently flung open despite the locks on it. The beast licked his lips with his long, skinny tongue as he slowly approached my trembling body inside the hamper.

I began to bounce myself and rocked the hamper as crampas got closer and closer. The hamper wouldn't fall no matter how hard I rocked it, and the creature was nearly upon me. I felt its breath on me as it excitedly panted getting further. I expected its breath to be hot like that of a dog's, but instead it felt like the coldest winter chill-cressing my skin. I shook the whole hamper as savagely as I could before it finally budged. The hamper fell, and before I knew it, I was on the first floor. I crawled out of the chute and ran to the kitchen as the demon rampaged upstairs.

As I came into the kitchen, I noticed no signs of my little brother, but I did see that the hot cocoa maker was on. The stomping of the creature upstairs continued, but he didn't seem to be near the stairs, so I focused on finding Levi. He wasn't hiding in any cabinets, and he wasn't anywhere in the living room. I decided he might be in his room, so I quietly creeped to it, slowly, but steadily. The twins' room was trashed entirely, and Levi wasn't there. There was blood on the wall. I shuddered to think that it once belonged to my baby brother.

A small bloody handprint was smeared on the wall. wall by the door. Dread was all that I could feel in that moment. Dread for misbehaving all year. Dread for what had become with my little brother. The dread for the silence that fell in place of pove stomping around upstairs. I quickly and silently made my way back to the kitchen and took out a large coffee picture of scolding hot cocoa. As I crept out of the kitchen in the living room, I had an ominous feeling of dread as if I were being watched. I could barely see in the dark in the night and I couldn't locate our light switches. The only source of light I had was the dim, eerie glow of the lights from the Christmas tree.

As I scanned all the entrances to the dining room, something moving caught my eye. The chandelier had begun to start swinging as if something had bumped into it or hit it. There was a soft thudding that accompanied the squeaking of the rock and corona. As I looked around to make out another vague shape in the glowing Christmas lights, I saw what bumped the chandelier. The monster was crawling on my ceiling like a large twisted spider. His arms were bent and excruciating looking ways to grip the ceiling and watch me with his eyes that burned like fire. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs at the very sight of it, but instead I held my ground. A cruel smile spread across the face of the predator who was stalking me.

You undug his fingers from the ceiling and landed on the floor in front of me with a thunderous crash, mere inches away from him. That was his mistake. I threw the entire picture of burning hot cocoa in his face and the beast immediately started writhing in agony. He covered his hands over his quickly blistering face. He took his hands off his face just as it began to melt and peoply. peel off, the bits of flesh and blood melting away to reveal his horrible skull with his eyes still in their socket. It froze for a while, and for a brief moment I was happily assured and content that

Crampus was dead. But then, I had only started cackling and awful and disturbingly malevolent laugh. It pierced my ears like knives and loomed over me to instill as much fear as it could. It was working. Before my very eyes, the muscles around the creature's skull started to grow back, and in seconds its new face had formed. It looked more like a goat with pointy teeth than human, but you could still partially see it in there.

Its beard was still as long as before, but now it looked almost out of place on the demonic beast's head. I turned and ran behind the Christmas tree, avoiding the abominations-length yarms as I ran by. The crampus immediately started coming towards a tree intent on harming me. I pushed the large plastic evergreen on the monster and ran back upstairs to find my little brother. I wailed on my other siblings' doors, but no one would wake up no matter how hard I pounded on their doors. Everyone locks the doors to their rooms when we go to sleep so we're not bothered. But the doors are also heavy, and not much sound gets through them. I began to shout

for Levi as loud as I could, hoping he'd respond. Then Levi appeared at the top of the stairs. We stared at each other. He looked terrified and sad. I started to walk towards him when suddenly my baby brother was impaled by the crampus's horns. His body was thrust it up and thrashed around by a savage creature as he convulsed and shook spastically on its horns. I've seen people die on TV before. but watching it in real life is entirely different.

No one should have to go through it. My brother didn't deserve that. No one deserves that. Santa and Christmas are about love and cheer. Crampus made Christmas about hatred and retribution. I watched helplessly while the thing ripped my brother's shaking body from its horns and dropped his lifeless body into the basket on his back. The demon began to strut towards me with malicious.

intentions. So I ducked into mom and dad's empty room and opened the top right drawer to my dad's dresser. I wasn't tall enough to see what I was reaching for, but when I felt it, I pulled out my dad's pistol. I pulled open the other dresser, and I put two bullets in the pistol by the time the creature burst open the door. I shot it twice and hit it both times, but it was unfazed by the bullets. The loud noise clearly hurt both our ears, and as a monster clawed at its ears, will screaming in pain, I began to quickly crawl towards the window until something long, thin, tight, and slimy, gripped my right leg and began pulling me back. I looked behind me to my terror to see the crampus was using its incredibly long tongue to pull me to its mouth full of shark,

jagged teeth. I began to breathe in and out quicker and quicker and began panicking as my foot got closer to its mouth. I lifted my left leg and kicked it in the face twice before it's finally loosen. Before I could breathe, Crampus picked me up and began shaking me wildly. I kicked him a second time, this time with my right foot, and he flung me into the hallway where I began limping away. I'd reach the end of the hallway when I heard a loud popping crack sound, moments before feeling a sharp sting all across my back. I looked back and saw that the holiday devil had whip me with a whip like the lion tamer would use. I felt the warm ooze on my back as new pain started setting in.

I started to limp away to safety when I was picked up by the crampus again. His long, cold fingers wrapped around my back and stung my cut even worse. He looked at me right in the eye before lifting me behind him and dropping me into the birch basket on his back. On the outside of the basket, it looks like it could only fit a couple of kids inside. But the inside was massive. I fell into a mountain of bodies. There were hundreds or thousands of kids in that one basket piled on each other.

Not all alive. Where you couldn't see other kids which made up the trembling ground. You saw only darkness. No sounds could be heard from inside. or outside really either. Kids would scream, mutter, shout until their throats clearly hurt, but no sounds came from their mouths.

Every time I thought the situation couldn't get any worse, it got way worse. I waited what felt like millennia to escape, as new kids would fall in and join the confusion and show how much time passed. Eventually the crampus reached into the basket and began to pull out another child, His arm became longer as he reached in the basket and stretched out to a panic girl.

I grabbed onto her leg and let myself be carried to salvation. When we were pulled from the basket, I let go of the kid and fell behind crampus. He didn't notice I escaped. He was focused on the girl. He looked at the small girl for a second before biting into her flesh with his large, sharp teeth. I never knew the kid's name before the creature died. devoured her, but I owe my life for helping me escape. I backed away slowly from behind as crampus feasted on my fellow child at its dinner table. I had no idea where I was now,

but it was dark and it was cold. I think it's where the creature lives. After the monster was finished eating, he picked up a small wooden box, opened the top, and spat something that glowed a bright green into it. He then took the box over to a rusted door that he opened, entered, then left a few minutes later without the box. He then left the room, leaving the child's remains on a large platter and a rusty door to my curiosity. I opened the door to see dozens of more wooden boxes.

I also saw many creepy-looking porcelain dolls and other creepy toys. The door behind me closed and I was emerged in total darkness. I got out my phone and I used it to barely light my way. I walked past the jack in the box with a scary face. I walked past a baby doll that looked withered and old. I found a sack doll that looked like a creepy, rotting skeleton too. I thought it was like Santa's rejected toy shop until I found the word misfits. smeared in red paint next to a clown with a skull for a head, blue eyes in its sockets and big

fleshy hands. I was terrified someone else was caught in that room before. When I got closer to the clown, it jumped towards me and yelled, Want to play? I got really scared and jumped back as the clown let out a scary laugh. I heard scuttling and tiny footsteps of other toys from all around. I started catching the dolls and gingerbread men turning their heads as I ran along the walls trying to relocate the door. I found another message on the wall. Why can't we die? It was scratched into the wall by something. I wanted nothing more than for this night to end. When I located the door, I bolted for it as soon as I saw it was tripped by a toy soldier with realistic burns on his face. I kicked the tiny hunk of plastic away and moved closer to the door when a deformed baby doll

appeared from the darkness and sank her teeth into my leg. I felt a surge of pain and fell to the ground. I furiously punched the doll's head repeatedly until it unlocked its tiny teeth from my flesh. The porcelain atrocity scurried off as other terrible toys danced around me in the darkness. More and more of them kept popping up and coming out of the boxes like the one cramping. Spat the glowing thing into. Then the toys began muttering words, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The muttering got louder and louder until I understood some of the words.

He killed us, but not entirely. You gobbled me up and spat my soul into a puppet. Kill us. Let us die. The things they said were terribly dreadful to say the least. I got up and started to make my way to the door as the dolls chanted more obscene things to me. We're going to eat you alive by cheating us. I'm going to rip out your eyes.

Although they continued to chant, none of them came towards me again as I moved around the dark room. I saw a small toy skeleton in Santa's clothes with a beard moved by. A puppet with many nails sticking out of its wooden head was strung up. to the ceiling, moving and wrestling with its strings. I spotted a stool that was pulled up to a workbench with tools and a teddy bear on it. The teddy bear had real bare claws sticking from its paws and real human teeth in its mouth. I reasoned that this was Crampus' demented toy shop and decided to leave before it was too late. I walked past the bench to the door and started pulling on the rusty metal handle.

The door was extremely heavy but slowly budged and started opening as I pulled back with all my might. The light began to bathe the room and the misfit toys dashed to the shadows to avoid the light. I ran from the dark room, closed the door behind me, and leaned on it for a while to catch my eyes. I looked around at the only other room in this place that was familiar to me. I went by the long table the monster ate the nameless girl at, trying not to think about it. trying to think of something, anything to distract me from the horrors I bared witness to on the most unsuspecting and happiest time of year. I walked to an open door and poked only half my head out to scan the perimeter of the room.

It led to a large room that had various whips, saws, and various other torture devices. I crept in and kept at the wall. I spotted three wooden doors amongst the darkness and concrete walls. I found a window, and the snow outside was falling so slowly, so peacefully. Two doors were on a large wall opposite the window. The other was on the wall to the right of the window. I tried on one of the doors on the long wall, but had decided beforehand to go to the door right of the window, thinking it would leave me closer to the door out or something.

The walls were lined with racks, and racks were lined with hellish masks. Some had horns, some had serpent tongues sticking out, some had teeth, some had patches of skin, some had antlers. One was a weird skull with antlers and the antlers had lit candles on them. It was so strange. The room was so large. The other door led to the same room. I left without moving the door and fear that closing the heavy door created noise that would lead

the creature to me. I walked alongside the wall to avoid the equipment, straight to the only door I had left. I opened the door slowly and with caution. The first thing in the room I noticed was a strange tree that looked like an upside-down purple Christmas tree. The trunk was on the bottom, but the pines and branches looked upside down. The tree was decorated with red and green lights and small bones. There was another window in this room, but it was on the same side as the last.

There was an open doorway that led to a hallway that teed off and two signs labeled the directions. The right one said surveillance room. The left one said stables. I went to the stables thinking I might be able to find a reindeer to fly out of the place with. It seemed like a silly plan now in hindsight. I opened the stable door and awful smells invaded my nostrils immediately. It was frost on the floor as well. There were eight stables lined up along the wall to the right, each with demonic reindeer

heads sticking out. Below each head was the door to each stall, each with pendants of names on them. I read the names out loud as I started down the row. Each deer was grotesque in its own right. One or two had exposed skulls, each with jagged teeth. Some had mains and others had dried blood on their fur. Seven of their eyes glowed red. Slasher.

I said as I passed the first one. Wrathful. Gorgon. Putrid. Cyclops. Cyclops was missing one fiery eye. Rabies. Gone her.

The last monstrous reindeer looked like a hellish Rudolph the redne. was reindeer. His head held flames it danced from its gnarled snout to the back of its mane. Between its sharp and bloody antlers, furiously flickered bolts of electricity. Scrieg. I decided riding one was out of the question, began searching for an exit. I realized the only door to the room was the one I came from. I looked all over the room looking for some other way out and saw the reason for the cold. The top crease and upper part of one wall was missing and let outside. It was far too high to reach.

I left the stable room and went into the surveillance room. The handle felt icy cold as I slowly opened the door. The room, like all the rest, was large. One wall was covered in monitors. The bottom middle monitor stuck out more than the rest and had a keyboard below it. A chair was also pulled up to it. Each screen had various kids on it, some in dreadful conditions, others minding their own business. No sound came from the monitors, but I started to notice I was hearing a ticking noise.

A clock above the door I came in read 545. Christmas Day didn't start at my house until 6 o'clock. The wall opposite of the monitors had many names scratched into it. I wondered if the dead girl's name was scratched. into the wall. A door that read exit was on the right of the monitors. But the computer said, search name. I sat in a large chair and typed in Garrett Bockford.

A nutcracker that had two bodies attached from the sides of its head popped up. Each body seemed to be trying to yank away from the other. Its face looked like it was in pain. And it had the same color of eyes as Levi. Garrett, I looked up Levi Rockford and the same thing popped up. I sat frozen and off for a moment. Tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks.

The ticking of the clock seemed to turn into clopping as I sob. I was crying more than I ever cried before. I cried so hard I began hearing ringing. Then the chair I was in spun around. And I was face to face with crampus. He looked menacing and said, Sidiously sinister. His horns were partly covered in blood.

His long fingers looked sharp. His eyes burned like never before. He waved his long sharp, bony finger at me and tisked. Noddy, noddy. He said cruelly and mockingly. He licked my face with his incredibly long tongue. Then began to wrap it around my throat. He started constricting his tongue and choked me.

I was gurgling and coughing and struggling did close to nothing. I started feeling weaker and weaker as my head heated up. My lungs screamed for air. My vision even started to become blurred. Then I knew if I didn't do something quickly I was going to die. I punched him in his face with all my might and knocked him back for only a brief moment as his tongue recoiled into his mouth. I utilized my time and ran towards the exit. I felt the ground shake directly beneath me as hooves shook.

the floor violently in their wake. I felt a creature's cool breath on the back of my neck. I pushed the door open and ran into the freezing cold as my pursuer followed suit. I ran until I was knee-deep in snow. Until a lanky hand gripped me and started draking me back.

The sky slowly lit as the sun started to emerge from the bottom horizon. The crampus stopped dragging me. He dropped me and stared briefly at the rising sun. Come home to get you. again. He said as he dropped my leg and retreated to his layer as I lay in the snow. A silhouetted figure came from the distance.

I closed my eyes for what felt like seconds. When I opened my eyes, the sun was higher in the sky and the figure was closer. I could make out he was wearing red. Then I passed out again. I opened my eyes to see an outstretched hand with a black mitten on it. It belonged to a fat bearded man with a silly hat. Santa? I inquired, child.

He said in a soft, soothing voice, Let's take you home. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed at home. Levi and Garrett were kidnapped in the middle of the night. I found out from Rebecca, Brad and Molly, who already told our parents and the cops. I tried to tell them what really happened, but no one believed me. They only got mad when I tried to do it.

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