The Christmas Yeti

Don’t eat strange candies

Hank Eng
Hank Eng
Dec 25, 2019 · 6 min read
Image by Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay

It was Christmas eve morning, jarred awake by the sudden sound of a woman’s scream, I sat up from my bed and looked around for the source. I saw my wife sitting on the bedroom floor staring at me with a look of complete horror and she was still screaming. She pointed a finger at me while trying to speak. “Who ..who or what are you? Why are you here?” She asked me this in a shaky voice…