|A Visit from Saint Nick (standard:adventure, 1116 words)|
|Author: Andrew Dayton||Added: Oct 19 2004||Views/Reads: 2581/1624||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An unusual visit from Santa Claus.|
One dark and stormy night as I labored in my dank laboratory my concentration was broken by one of the most frightening things I had even been witness to. I will recount this true story in my diary, before reason can assert itself and render the incredible events merely hallucinations of an overtired mind. I spent the early part of the evening carrying out mundane housekeeping tasks in my laboratory. These received my attentions as assiduously as my experiments. More so! These were the foundations for the results that I sought. In time my name would be known round the Earth for my discoveries and my data had to be ironclad. Everything was moving smoothly, my rice broth and cow serum was stirring merrily awaiting infusion through the glass tubing array that surrounded the still, shrouded form upon the surgery table, and static electricity was being gathering from the castle's turrets as I twice and thrice checked my calculations. Tonight would be my greatest triumph. I had succeeded years ago in animating the human form after carefully culling the best tissues from the deceased and joining them together. Having in effect given life to a whole being that had never seen life I had become its creator. The responsibility rests heavily on one that has imbued a living thing with a soul; truly only God can wield such power! The creature was harried literally to the ends of the Earth and in turn hunted me. He sought to kill me but discovered compassion and could not steal my life. In a fit of passion he destroyed my laboratory and I fled. I came to this mountain hideout and rented a dilapidated castle to indulge my latest round of experiments. If giving a living thing a soul was my downfall, I must direct my attempts at reanimation to the recently deceased that had previously been in possession of a soul. Thus I would be but a physician capable of the most miraculous of healing powers. As I examined my apparatus by candlelight I noted a strong buzzing coming from my row of glassed capacitor jars. The buzzing grew louder and suddenly ceased. It was at that self same moment that I heard a loud thud on the landing of my front door. Being far removed from civilization I was immediately aroused. As I trod warily to the landing of the staircase leading up I again heard a noise, this time in the living quarters or the castle. My sense of unease turning into anger at the intrusion, for it could only be a human's tread that I heard in the living room. Ascending the stairs I now heard a tuneless humming that accompanied the footsteps of the intruder. I froze and listened. So strange that the feet I heard were at once near and then far across the room. What manner of person was this that pranced about so and with such obvious merriment? I reached the top of the stairs and placed my hand silently upon the door's pull, but could not bring myself to throw open the door. In an agony of suspense my hand was stayed. The moments reeled off in time to my racing heartbeat. After a momentary lull in movement I willed myself to throw open the door but was frozen in place by a cheerful rat-a-tat-tat on the very door that separated me from the intruder! With a full-throated roar of outrage I flung open the door. My voice stopped in mid shout and the sight that I was confronted with nearly undid me. A heavyset man in red fur was prancing away from my location, his destination a tree that had not been there before. My wild glance took in adornments to the room that had also been absent when I descended to my laboratory earlier in the evening. Pine bough wreathing, holly berries and glowing lamps were arrayed throughout the room, accompanied by the scent of fresh balsam. I am ashamed to record that I stood rooted to the spot, by fear as well as lost equilibrium. What man could be thrust into such a situation and not be astounded, his anger shriveled to nothing within his breast? Well, I had feared but one creature in my life and this jolly man, for such he was, with a long flowing beard, was not that creature. And yet I could only watch and try to discern his intent, my brain the only part of my body capable of function. He dragged a nearly empty bag toward the tree and reaching in, pulled out a gaily-wrapped parcel that belied the smallish size of the tote. Now the bag was certainly empty but again and again he repeated his task. What madness was this? What dark alchemy! No more than 5 minutes passed thus, I am certain, when he turned his steps to the cold hearth. Spinning lightly he regarded me for the first time. His ruddy Click here to read the rest of this story (29 more lines)
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