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2007-Eleven Hart Seely

2007-Eleven

Hart Seely

Published September 19th 2000
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The Xmas FilesElm Street Bethlehem, PA. 11:51 P.M. December 24Were too late! Its already been here.Mulder, I hope you know what youre doing.Look, Scully-just like the other homes: Douglas fir, truncated, mounted, transformed into a shrine ...MoreThe Xmas FilesElm Street Bethlehem, PA. 11:51 P.M. December 24Were too late! Its already been here.Mulder, I hope you know what youre doing.Look, Scully-just like the other homes: Douglas fir, truncated, mounted, transformed into a shrine ... halls decked with boughs of holly stockings hung by the chimney, with care.You really think someones been here?Someone ... or something.Mulder, over here-its a fruitcake ...Dont touch it! Those things can be lethal!Its OK. Theres a note attached: Gonna find out whos naughty and nice.Its judging them, Scully. Its making a list.Who? What are you talking about?Ancient mythology tells of an obese humanoid entity who could travel at great speed in a craft powered by antlered servants. Once each year, near the winter solstice, this creature is said to descend from the heavens to reward its followers and punish disbelievers with jagged chunks of anthracite.But thats legend, Mulder-a story told by parents to frighten children. Surely you dont believe it?Something was here tonight, Scully. Check out the bite marks on this gingerbread man. Whatever tore through this plate of cookies was massive and in a hurry.It left crumbs everywhere. And look, Mulder, this milk glass has been completely drained.It gorged itself, Scully. It fed without remorse.But why would they leave it milk and cookies?Appeasement. Tonight is the Eve, and nothing can stop its wilding.But if this thing does exist, how did it get in? The doors and windows were locked. Theres no sign of forced entry.Unless I miss my guess, it came through the fireplace.Wait a minute, Mulder. If youre saying some huge creature landed on the roof and came down this chimney, youre crazy. The flue is barely six inches wide. Nothing could get down there.But what if it could alter its shape, move in all directions at once?You mean, like a bowl full of jelly?Exactly. Scully, Ive never told anyone this, but when I was a child, my home was visited. I saw the creature. It had long white shanks of fur surrounding its ruddy, misshapen head. Its bloated torso was red and white. Ill never forget the horror. I turned away, and when I looked back, it had somehow taken on the facial features of my father.Impossible.I know what I saw. And that night, it read my mind. It brought me a Mr. Potato Head, Scully. It knew that I wanted a Mr. Potato Head!Im sorry, Mulder, but youre asking me to disregard the laws of physics. You want me to believe in some supernatural being who soars across the skies and brings gifts to good little girls and boys. Listen to what youre saying. Do you understand the repercussions? If this gets out, theyll close the X files.Scully, listen to me: It knows when youre sleeping. It knows when youre awake.But we have no proof.Last year on this exact date, SETI radio telescopes detected bogeys in the airspaces over twenty-seven states. The White House ordered a Condition Red.But that was a meteor shower.Officially. Two days ago, eight prized Scandinavian reindeer vanished from the National Zoo in Washington, D.C. Nobody-not even the zookeeper-was told about it. The gove