Creepy Christmas

Christmas is supposed to be warm, bright, and comforting.

But not every story belongs under the tree.

In Creepy Christmas, we gather around the fire for strange holiday tales that don’t get told at family dinners — eerie encounters and winter stories that linger long after the lights come down. These are the Christmas moments that feel off, the ones whispered about after midnight, when the house is quiet and the season turns strange.

Cozy up… and let the stories begin.

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Cheer or fear Belsnickel is here and I'm going to judge your year as impish or admirable. So put on those fuzzy socks, set out those cookies and milk, and welcome back to Let's Get Weirdish. We are in the boot this Christmas, the Bayou state, the home of the roo. Where are you spending Christmas this year? Is it cold? Because it was like, I don't know, 80 degrees two days ago. Yesterday was high 62 and today is 76, so you know, normal Louisiana, Christmas. there is a whole list of Christmas cryptics. I'm gonna name'em off for you. First up, of course, we have Krampus, the horned alpine demon who punishes naughty children. Known for chains. Bells dragging kids away in sacks appears during Christmas season, especially on Krampus snot. If you haven't been good this year, you might wanna set some booby traps, you know what I'm saying? Next, we have fro parka A Winter spirit from Germanic folklore rewards good children and EMBAs the lazy, stuffing them with straw. She appears around Christmas time. Marie Louid. A horse skull draped in white that goes door to door during winter, demanding entry through rhyme battles. If it wins, it enters your home. Ah, I wanna know what kind of rhyme battles we're talking about. Then. We have good old bells Nickle. A ragged whip carrying figure who judges children's behavior can reward or punish sometimes both popular in German and Pennsylvania Dutch traditions. And if you haven't seen that episode of the Office where Dwight dresses up as him, please YouTube that immediately. Up next, we have the Yu Cat. it's Icelandic name is Turing. We're not gonna try to say that again. A giant cat that eats people, especially children, don't receive new clothes for Christmas. Fear is motivation. Iceland style. So. if you're over yonder and you don't get your kids new clothes for Christmas, then your cat's going to eat'em. Then next we have Ana. A broom riding witch who delivers gifts around epiphany can be kind or curse you often associated with ash soot and winter nights. So if you've got a fireplace, might wanna make sure that sun gun is cleaned out. Then we have the Yu Goat. An ancient north symbol tied to pagan rituals and sacrifice later absorbed into Christmas traditions, still gives off an unsettling ancient energy vibe brochure. You might wanna Google a picture of the Yu Goat. And as some honorable mentions, we have black anus, the winter hag who steals children, and the Missy helpful unless you disrespect them. I personally have had zero encounters with any such creatures. So if you have, you already know what to do, send me an email. We wanna hear about it. This story is from a deleted user. Although there may be a rational explanation, I've never thought of one. To explain it around 25 years ago, I was working in a care home for the elderly on night shifts. That's your first mistake. We don't work night shifts around here. Okay. There was another member of staff on the premises asleep on the very top floor, but otherwise, I was alone for 10 hours. The person was only there in case someone passed away or fell, or I needed urgent help. Otherwise they were never to be disturbed. That's kind of rude. The building itself was old and a listed building in a small village and quite isolated. I'm not sure what that means. A listed building. It had previously served as a children's home, a place for soldiers to recover in World War ii. It was a nice place and the residents were treated very well. On a few occasions when I was always cleaning one of the lounges, I'd see a jet, black, tall man walk, swiftly through the old main door and through a newly added wall. The first time I saw him, I was quite unsettled. After two or three times, I figured he was a recording of a past event, somehow replaying other times objects would move an inch or two. For example, a glass of water slid across the table by itself and almost gave me heart failure. One night on Christmas Eve, close to midnight, a resident came wondering down the hallway, she couldn't sleep and wanted a hot cocoa. She kept saying the children were keeping her awake. She was one of the residents that sometimes got confused, so I made her a drink and settled her in in the lounge. I figured she could keep me company while I ironed. Then a call bell went off. I went to answer it, and another residence said they couldn't sleep because of the children laughing. That unsettled me, so I searched the building and checked everyone around 20 people. Everything was fine and most were sound asleep. Five or 10 minutes later, a third resident used the buzzer and asked me to shush the children. I was a bit rattled at that point with three people saying it, so I thought I'd search again and make sure no one was upstairs and had put their TV on loudly. Just as I was about to go upstairs, a single marble rolled down the corridor and hit my feet. I heard the distinctive sound of children laughing. More of a giggle, knowing I had elderly people to look after and protect. I ran towards the sound Girl. Have you not seen a scary movie? You run the other way. We don't run towards it ever. No one was there and there was no way anyone could have run off, because I would've heard the fire doors open and shut. I searched the whole building anyway and checked every door and window. Everything was fine. No TVs or radios on? Nothing. I went to the main door and hit the outside lights. Not a sole in sight. I went back inside and said aloud. Okay. Okay. Give me a break, please. I'm scared enough and I was scared. My hands didn't stop shaking. All shift. The rest of the night was fine though I did work there for roughly a year after, and aside from a few lights turning themselves off, nothing else of note happened. I still have the marble though. I kept it. Just to mention, I only worked three nights a week because I had another job. But as nice as the place and the residents were. They could never hang on to night staff. They always left after one to two shifts until the law changed and a second staff member had to be awake and working. Yeah, I would not have been working around that place by myself. And if you can't keep employees at night, there's a reason. This is from the user Ulysses flag. I have a weird haunting in my house that only occurs during before, after Christmas or during New Year. So end of December, beginning of January. Just say that, bam. This is something I have recently just remembered, but every year in my home, I have a paranormal event in a certain time of the year. But enough explaining, I'll get to the point. Thank you. That's what we came for. so when I first came across these occurrences, it was a few months after I moved in. I moved in my home 10 years ago and during summertime. I had seen shadowy figures in my room and dining room in a ghostly woman, but it only occurs right before or right after Christmas and New Year. The stuff that occurs during this timeframe is banging on the walls, ghostly, apparitions, obviously front door, violently slamming doors locked as these occur at six to 7:00 PM when everyone is in. So that I cannot explain it. We hear what sounds like someone brushing their teeth when nobody is in the bathroom. This one is cliche, but it actually creeped us out. Um, obviously it would creep me the hell out too. And a pale feminine figure by the garden sheds. I do know the previous owner died in the house and these sightings occur by or near the dining room. As before we moved, the woman had her bedroom where we eat, and thus this is where they occur. So I think what they're trying to say. Is that the woman's bedroom was in the dining room and you're probably like, duh, Amanda, obviously. But I just wanted to clarify. Maybe she just likes Christmas. Okay. and she's just trying to spread holiday cheer. The only way she knows how by slamming doors. I would probably make it really weird and seeing grandma got run over by a reindeer, but I'm not a ghost, so I can't make that call. I, this one is from Warm Hospital, 1931, so. So my roommate and I have this spirit in our apartment. He often causes pressure on my chest when he's in the same room. So when we went to set up the Christmas tree this year, like always there was a pressure as we started grabbing everything. So my one roommate turned on some Christmas carols and we started setting up the tree. Within seconds, the pressure became less and the room became calm. At one point, I looked at the couch and there was an ENT on the cushion that wasn't there before I happened to glance at the window and in the reflection I saw a man sitting on the couch with a smile on his face watching us set up the tree. I. Would have skedaddled the hell out of there so fast that the Christmas tree would've caught on fire because of the sparks coming off the bottom of my shoes. This one is from sad preparation, seven 30. So this actually happened on Christmas night, but when I was younger, around seven-ish, me and my dad were watching some Christmas movie like Frosty the Snowman. Around 11:00 PM 12:00 AM due to sleeping issues I had as a kid when there was this insanely loud knocking on the front door, the apartment's layout was a little strange, so the living room was right next to the door, but with the way the couch was, we had our backs to it. I will never forget how scared I was as I watched my dad jump up from the couch and run to the front door. He went outside for a few minutes and then came back in and said nothing. He goes upstairs to the bedrooms. He comes, he comes downstairs dressed in complete black. Before going outside and tells me not to open the door, he was gone for what felt like an eternity, just forever. When he came back in, he sat down next to me and acted like nothing happened. Is your dad a spy? Because if I was with my dad and somebody was banging on the door at midnight, I'm pretty sure his first thought wouldn't be to go dress in all black and go outside. Your dad sounds like a bad mother ever. For real. This story is from, I'm gonna butcher this, so prepare yourself. UA UA Mina Mumu, my first cat named Trouble, used to love to burrow under the Christmas tree skirt. After she died, I saw her spirit go under the tree, as she usually did then vanish. The tree skirt would be messed up without anyone touching it or stepping on it. I believe it was her burrowing. As usual, there were no other animals in the house. So it couldn't be explained in that way. I would love to think that our animals come back and visit us after they're gone. This one is from the user, Ballard Christmas 19. I think I posted this occurrence some time ago, but I'd like to get more insight as to what is going on. I'm a male. I was five years old. This was 42 years ago. I didn't know anything about the paranormal at this age. My mom was going into labor with my younger brother, so mom and dad had me stay at my grandparents for a couple of days. That happened to be over Christmas. Christmas morning was great. I still remember their silver vintage aluminum Christmas tree and the Crayola caddy that I unwrapped and had so much wanted that night. Something strange and terrifying happened. I shared a queen bed with my grandfather. Side note, there were two bedrooms and my grandparents already slept in separate rooms for years from snoring. I was woken up in the middle of the night to the bed, violently shaking to give a sense of the intensity. Imagine the four legs of the bed were each sitting in an industrial paint. Can mixers synced up, turned on high. I had no idea what was going on, and I was scared to death. My grandfather, however, was still sleeping through this. I tried desperately to shake him awake. Finally, he started to stir awake and instantly the bed stopped. I asked him, grandpa, what was making the bed shake? Why was the bed shaking googly. He said he had no idea what I was talking about and said, the bed's not shaking. Go back to sleep. He turned back over and was snoring again in seconds. My adrenaline was jacked and I was in no way falling back asleep anytime. I just sat there in the dark, in the silence. There was an ambient light from outside that dimly lip room. The bedroom door was open, which it normally was at the foot of the bed. You could look out in the bedroom doorway down the hall and into the front room where the Christmas tree was. I sat up at the edge of the bed and looked at the tree As a little kid, a Christmas tree gives us a sense of comfort. as I looked at the tree, probably 30 feet away, I could see something was different. Now, sitting beside the tree was the silhouette shadow shape of a huge doberman dog. By huge, I mean sitting on its taun and still being over five feet tall, and it just stared at me. No movement, no sound, although I didn't get the sense that it was trying to get me, it scared me. I hid under the covers and eventually fell asleep, and I woke up to a beautifully sunny winter morning. Nothing paranormal ever happened in that house again, at least to my knowledge. Yeah, that. That's pretty. That's pretty creepy. This one is from sprinting through. The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh God, it was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was nine years old. Me and my mom were decorating the tree, waiting for dad to come home from work. A couple of hours went by and dad wasn't home, so mom called the office, no answer. Christmas day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began to search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside and the house was freezing. So I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top, and me and my mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. Instead, they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney. His arms loaded with presents. He was going to surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. Okay, well, I'm pretty sure Christmas is not your favorite holiday, my friend. And I am sorry about that. weird fam. This episode is short and sweet. I had to slip away and hide to record. Because I missed you guys and even though this episode is a few hours or maybe even a day late, I couldn't leave you hanging. I had to give you a few stories for Christmas and like always don't forget. If you've got your own weird story, email it to Let's get Weirdish pod@gmail.com. I hope you have the best holiday ever. So until next time, keep it weird.