by Douloux
B1onde B1urbs
Things I want to say, but won't // Things that move me // Things that turn me on
scary-stories
A Krampus Poem
It was late December when I slipped in the house, where I found my victim sleeping with his stuffed toy mouse.
He had been very naughty this year you see and on this very night he is coming with me.
He had pulled Juli’s hair and broke his mother’s dishes, he had even called his grandparents a couple of old bitches.