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Snowmen Are Friends

 

 

 

  It was like any other day at the North Pole, as Lisa, Santa’s second best elf, was brushing Dasher’s soft chestnut fur. When she heard a violent scream, she dropped the soft bristle brush and dashed out the stable doors.

  Not two steps out, Lisa runs into the head elf David’s back.

  “What was the screaming for? What happened?” Lisa asks David with terror flashing in her dark charcoal eyes.

  David exhales heavily. “Something killed Prancer,”

  Lisa’s small hand flies up to her mouth. “Where is he?” She questions through a gasp.

  “He’s at the Vets,” David answers. “The Vets tried all they could, but he was too badly hurt.”

  Lisa blinks her salty tears back. She starts forward, to the Vet to see Prancer. She strides through the front door, and then turns into the only room they have.

  Prancer’s fine fur is crusted in dried blood, and his left leg has been ripped off. Just to add to the injuries, half his right antler has been chewed off.

  Lisa lets her tears she’s been holding back flow free down her cold cheeks. She jumps when someone places a hand on her back. But she lets herself relax when she turns to see Mrs. Claus behind her.

  Mrs. Claus envelops her chubby arms around Lisa’s trembling shoulders. “It’s okay honey,” she coos softly.

  Lisa hoists her head up to meet Mrs. Claus’ bright blue eyes. “What could do this?”

  “I don’t know, Lisa,” Mrs. Claus furrows her eyebrows sadly.

 

 

  Lisa was in the middle of carefully wrapping a toy truck in Christmas–y wrapping paper, when one of the newer elves runs in. She lifts her head up to see what the commotion is.

  “There’s a killer snowman and it just killed Comet!” The elf Lisa knows as Dan, maybe, screeches loud enough for everyone in the workshop to stop and stare at him. Some elves snicker and raise their eyebrows unbelievingly at Dan.

  “I saw it with my own eyes!” he responds to their laughter of disbelief.

  The two giant doors from Santa’s office are thrown open and Santa himself steps out.

  “What’s going on?” He demands loudly, in a gruff voice. Dan retells his story. Santa stares at him for a second before looking around for his second best elf, but Lisa was nowhere to be seen. 

 

 

  Lisa takes another step in the cold snow, walking farther and farther away from the workshop, and deeper into the woods.

  If no one else is going to look for this “killer snowman” I will, she had thought to herself.

  Lisa cautiously steps into the forest of icy trees, until she stops in her tracks as she stares hard at the ground. A perfect orange carrot lies on the top of the deep snow.

  Lisa picks the carrot up with a shaky breath. Just as the carrot touches her ice cold hand, she hears the scream of some sort of animal ahead of her.

  Her heart starts to pound faster and faster until all she can hear is the ring of her own heart beating in her ears. And just like that, within one more footfall, she almost runs smack into the enormous snowman.

  Lisa falls back onto her butt on the ice cold snow. She screams as loud as her voice can scream, as she closes her eyes shut tightly.

  “P–please don’t hurt me,” Lisa pleads weakly. She has absolutely no breath, barely enough to talk.

  The snowman, standing taller than six feet, gazes at her, tilting its head ponderingly.

  Lisa notices it has no carrot nose in between its rock eyes. She exhales deeply as she stands, hesitantly. The snowman still only eyes her, as she takes two steps forward.

  Lisa perches on her tippy toes and softly sticks the carrot in the right spot on his snowy face. Once she found her footing back on the ground, she makes her heart calm down. If this thing wanted to kill me, he would’ve already, she tells herself.

  “Why did you kill Prancer and Comet? C–can you talk?” She inquires of the snowman.

  The snowman just shrugs his stick arms.

  Why?” she demands, once more, with more aggression. She forgot that fact that he could rip her apart in less than one minute. She just wants to know what his deal is.

  The snowman opens and closes his mouth, like a fish, as if he was unable to speak.

  “Please, can you talk to me?” Lisa pleas, with her eyebrows channeled unhappily.

  The snowman finally gives a sigh. “Lisa, I had to get your attention.” He answers slowly, as if he thinks she’ll take a bit to follow along.

  “H–how do you know my name?” Lisa takes a long step back. “Why did you need to get my attention?”

  “Lisa,” the snowman starts. Lisa is still slowly backing up, so he catches her shoulders and holds her tightly. “I’m your father Lisa.”

  Lisa’s mouth drops open. “Wh– I . . . H–how . . .?” she stutters.

  Before she gets the answer she wanted, the snowman disappeared right before her eyes, as did every tiny detail of her surroundings; slowly.

 

  Lisa jolts up with a loud gasp. Her eyes dart around the room. She’s in her bedroom.

  It was a dream.

  She places her palm on her forehead and chuckles wearily. Just then a cold chill surrounds her. She shivers and pulls the blanket over her shoulders and cuddles herself in it.

  She whirls to her side and falls off the bed when she sees the snowman walking into her room.

  Lisa screams helplessly and covers her head with her arms when the snowman runs to her side on the floor.

  It wasn’t a dream.

  The snowman, with his scarf around his snowy neck, rushes to Lisa. His face is fueled over with concern.

  “What’s wrong, Lisa?” He seeks, placing his thick stick hands on Lisa’s shoulders.

  Lisa smacks his arm off of her, almost pulling it out of its socket. “It was real? You killed Comet and Prancer?”

  The snowman offers to help Lisa off the floor, but she declines, so he perches on the edge of the bed.

  “It’s been four years since you had that dream. Why are you still having it?”

  Lisa’s mouth drops open. She stampers, trying to find something to say, but nothing comes out.

  “And I never killed any reindeers. And, elves aren’t real, so you’re not an elf either. That’s just silly.” The snowman tells Lisa tranquilly. “I brought you up here to the mountains for a vacation. Don’t you remember Lisa?”

  Lisa picks her brain dry, but she has no memory besides leaving Santa’s workshop to find the snowman.

  “We’re a family, Lis. We’ve been a family your whole life. Why can’t you remember?”

  Lisa meekly stares at the snowman, not speaking.

  The snowman shakes his head back and forth so much, Lisa’s afraid the ball of snow might fall onto the ground. “Why Christmas, elves, and snowmen, Lisa? I don’t know why you would have such a vivid dream of me as a snowman.”

  Lisa furrows her eyebrows to meet. “What do you mean? You are a snowman.”

  The snowman sighs heavily. “Okay, Lisa,” he stands. “Let’s go back home, huh?”

  Lisa gapes up at the snowman, staying glued to the floor.

  The snowman lifts Lisa off the ground and carries her out the door and into a white car. Lisa kicks and tries to break his strong grasp on her.

  The snowman won the battle, and clicks her seatbelt. While Lisa shouts and hits the window, he starts the car and takes Lisa back to her home: Winicleft Mental Institution.