Santa-N the Red Awakening (2025) Movie Script
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Father. Father, please help us.
Please, Father.
You're the only one that
can save us. We need you.
We're gonna die out
there without you, Father.
Please, Father, save me.
Enough!
Please.
Sit.
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For centuries,
the Church warned you.
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We pleaded.
We preached.
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But you still chose the lie.
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Year after year,
you looked into the eyes of your children
and deceived them.
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You told them stories - not of Christ,
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But of a man in red.
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A man who sees all,
rewards the good with gifts,
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Punishes the wicked with none.
Sound familiar?
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You worshiped him.
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You sang his songs,
wrote letters to him,
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Begging for his favor
You even left offerings at your hearth
for him to eat.
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And you never once questioned,
that his name is but a one letter swap
away from Gods very own adversary.
Do you really think that's a coincidence?
Do you?
You opened the door.
You invited him into our world,
our community, (vocalist vocalizing)
In your very homes with open arms.
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And now,
every Christmas Eve
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From dusk till dawn,
this demon
from the depths of hell
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Terrorizes us.
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Thousands of innocent people perish.
Blood spilled.
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Families shattered.
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And yet you keep on decorating.
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Keep on reading the
stories to your children.
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You still sing the songs.
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Why? (Thuds)
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Have you learned nothing?
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And now you come to me,
begging for deliverance from this devil.
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How do I cast out a darkness
that you have nourished for
nearly two thousand years?
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I can't.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know how,
the church has done all it can.
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He is here now.
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And may God have mercy on us all.
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Now, please go.
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Return to your homes.
Prepare yourself for the darkness
that you have cast upon this world.
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I will pray for all of you.
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[Radio Announcer] We
still have a few showers
lingering around for your Christmas Eve
with a low of 53 tonight.
But you get to wake up
in your beautiful southern
Christmas morning
with a high in the mid
eighties and partly sunny skies.
Just a reminder that the annual curfew
starts at 7:00 PM tonight.
And do not open those doors
until 7:00 AM tomorrow morning.
We lost over 2,700 people
here in South Carolina last year.
So make sure to secure your pets.
Check on those loved ones.
Make sure all those doors are locked.
We don't need any, let's
just say sneaky things
coming in that house and harming anyone.
(radio button clicking)
That is enough of that.
Now, where were we?
Then Santa hopped into his sleigh
and as he flew off into the sky,
he yelled, "Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night."
Mom.
Yes, Sweetie.
Why isn't he like that anymore?
What are you talking about?
Santa?
Oh, him.
Well, some people say that
because people worshiped him on Christmas
more than anybody else,
that he became evil.
And some people even
say that he became Satan.
Who is Satan?
Well that's a long story,
but basically he is really, really bad.
S-A-T-A-N. Is that how it's spelled?
Yes, it is. Very good.
That's almost exactly
how Santa is spelled.
All you have to do is move
the N to the end, right?
See?
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Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
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No, no. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We'll catch up you guys later for sure.
Good luck. (Upbeat music)
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Ah, paradise.
Two campers, no cell
service and 24 cold ones.
Let me guess you plan
to just sit around this whole weekend
and let us do all that actual camping.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey,
cracking beers and
supervising is an essential role.
Yeah, if we were
building pyramids, maybe.
You hear that?
We're Pharaohs now.
No complaints for me.
I look great in gold.
You look like a guy
that get kicked out of a Renaissance fair.
Okay, that was once
and it was only for asking
where all the turkey legs were.
Okay, that one actually tracks.
Alright, so is somebody get a lighter
so we can get this fire going?
Or are we gonna rub two sticks together?
See that right there, it's igniter.
So we got that covered.
Don't worry though.
I got some s'mores cap us soft for tonight.
You brought s'mores.
[Chad] Did, did you get
the peanut butter cups?
Of course, I got the peanut butter cup.
Laney. I think I love you.
No, Chad, I've got a man.
But maybe like find some
work with the s'mores on there.
Ooh, you jealous
Of the s'mores? Absolutely.
He's only jealous of me.
No one is jealous of you,
Chad, except a raccoon.
'Cause you both eat garbage.
Excuse me, gas station
nachos are a delicacy.
They are a cry for help.
Yeah, let's gather on this fire
and get this thing going
before we start roasting each other
instead of the marshmallows, huh?
(chuckles) Too late.
This is what life's about.
Good friends, good
drinks in the great outdoors.
And a raccoon with fine taste in cuisine.
Please no one bring
food in the camper this time.
Last trip we had flies on everything.
Mmm. Sky raisins, juicy.
Oh my god, Chad.
That explains a lot about your cooking.
You're all just mad that
you didn't think of it first.
No one is mad.
We're just concerned
about your mental health.
Hey, did anyone bring bug spray?
Right here.
And I am spraying each
and every one of you,
whether you like it or not.
'Cause I am not getting eaten alive again.
Dude. Chill.
The bugs aren't into you like that.
Yeah. Mosquitoes have standards.
[Jason] Oh wow. Okay.
Hurtful. Hurtful.
Come on guys. I think he's kind of cute.
In a please stop talking to me kinda way.
Right in the heart.
So who's cooking?
Okay, I'll start, but I'm
not doing all the work.
Yeah. I can handle
this s'mores duty for sure.
I can handle sitting and drinking.
You've been training
for this your whole life.
Same.
Two real heroes.
Speaking of heroes, I've
curated the perfect playlist,
starting with "Eye of the Tiger."
That's actually pretty solid.
Be careful with that song.
What are we summoning a bear or something?
Yeah. Or worse, like
someone's weird uncle.
What's wrong with the weird uncles?
They collect pocket knives
and make weird animal noises after dark.
That's oddly specific.
You okay Laney?
I've seen some things.
I think I'll sleep with one eye open.
Too bad we can't all sleep in one camper.
This place is creepy at night.
You'll be fine.
Unless the raccoon king comes back.
Oh no, not King Raccaroo.
Stop.
That thing gave me nightmares.
- Yeah, you're all ridiculous.
- But fun.
Yeah, I'll give you that one.
Here's to the raccoon King
and the best weekend ever.
[Sarah] Minus the bugs.
Minus Chad's cooking.
Whoa. Can can we just
cheers to something now?
Okay, fine. To friendship, fire.
No family drama.
And no cookie decorating.
And maybe, just maybe, a horror story.
Uh, no.
Or not. Or not. Mm-mm.
(T.V. speaker)
They said to turn off all
the lights and the TV, Jake.
I'm not worried about all that.
They said that every year.
Yeah, exactly. Don't you
think we should maybe listen?
I've never done it and I'm still here.
Besides that Santa dude
knows not to come around here
or I'll bust him up.
Mm-hmm. Oh, you will, huh?
Yeah, and he knows it too. (Chuckles)
Yeah. Okay.
Well, you sit out here then,
I'm gonna listen to the instructions
and go lock myself in a quiet room.
Oh, come on Lisa.
Nothing's going to happen.
It never does.
No thanks.
You are really scared, huh?
It's a risk I'm just not willing to take.
You know it's just stories, right?
There is no demon.
Just stories.
Do you watch the news ever?
Yes, I watch the news,
but you know, you can't
believe what they say.
Okay,
You might not believe it,
but I do.
(T.V. speaker continues)
I have a few errands to run.
Is just some serial killer.
Probably some guy living
in his mom's basement in LA.
Nothing has ever happened around here.
Yeah, well that doesn't mean it couldn't.
The people that saw it
and lived said it wasn't just some guy,
But that's just stories
they tell to freak people out.
You know, like when we were kids
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Do you believe in alien suits?
Actually, yes I do.
Okay, fine. (Chuckles)
Let's just say the Santa
Demon guy is real for a second.
He isn't, but let's just say he is.
Who is he
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And where did he come from?
Well,
judging by the name demon,
I'd say it's pretty obvious.
So you think a demon from
hell is out cruising around,
with nothing else better to do,
but go around killing people for no reason?
It's not for no reason.
It's because people
stopped telling the real story
of Christmas and started
worshiping a false idol.
You mean Santa?
Yeah.
Santa.
So let me get this straight,
Just because people tell their kids
that Santa was real,
now a demon is out killing people?
It's not that simple, Jake.
(chuckles) Okay then,
baby, please explain.
I must be confused
by this convincing story.
It's not a story, Jake.
It's what is happening.
Kids all over the world are being lied to.
How long do you think God
will continue to protect a world
that's left him behind, huh?
Lisa,
first of all, you know I don't believe
in all that religion stuff.
Secondly, if that were true,
why hasn't anyone around here
ever had any problems?
Because we've been lucky.
Lucky?
No such thing.
Father Elias got your head bad, babe?
My head is not bad.
It's the truth.
Even if you don't wanna believe it.
Well,
I will believe it
when I see it with my own eyes.
Okay,
I need to get some sleep.
I wish you'd just come to bed.
(T.V speaker continues)
Okay then, well you just
go on to bed now little girl.
I'll be in after my show's over.
Need me to come tuck you in.
Okay.
No need to be mean,
You know I'm just playing with you.
Go get some rest
and I'll be in shortly.
Yeah. Okay.
Love you.
Love you too, babe.
(T.V. speaker continues)
Hey there sweetheart.
I got the chimney covered.
Okay, well that's good.
She's been coloring a long time.
- Mm-hmm.
- She loves it.
Oh yeah.
But you know it's way past her bedtime.
Yeah. (Chuckles)
Alright sweetheart, it's time for bed.
Get your things together.
Go to mom and dad's room, okay?
Don't forget to brush your teeth.
- Dad.
- Yes, honey.
Why do you and mom
always block up the doors on Christmas Eve?
It's just something we do, babe.
My friends say that
their parents don't do it.
It's just a family
tradition, okay sweetie?
Is it because of Santa?
Sweetheart,
you have got nothing to worry about, okay?
Daddy's here. Mama's here.
Everything's gonna be fine, okay?
All right. You get ready for bed,
we'll be there in a minute.
Father,
hear my prayer.
This town, my flock,
they've welcome to darkness,
one that I cannot see but feel.
As though it be freezes the
very marrow in my bones.
A shadow wearing red and white.
A nightmare.
Born of lies and forgotten faith.
Shield them, oh Lord.
Protect the innocent children
who still believe.
Banish this twisted spirit.
Cast out this evil,
for their souls.
I beg you Father.
If you will not save them,
give me the strength, to face what comes.
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(gasps) Oh my gosh. (Jake laughing)
You about gave me a heart attack.
Uh, you should have seen your face.
Okay, you got me.
Can I go to sleep now, please?
Yeah, I guess so. Sleep well.
(Jake laughing)
Come on.
Ugh.
Weirdo. (Door thudding)
We got everything ready.
- Good.
- Yeah.
Just try not to think about it.
We're prepared.
Okay, I will try.
All right, let's finish all this up
and get ready for bed.
- Okay.
- All right.
(box thudding)
(furniture screeching)
(furniture thudding)
Babe, did you check the
back door or, oh my God!
Of course.
Hun, relax.
You know I'm not gonna let
anything happen to my girls.
I know that.
Alright,
let's just try to go get some rest, okay?
It'll all be over in the morning.
You're right. Okay.
(dog barking)
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Mom.
Mom.
(dog barking)
What is it?
Listen.
(dog barking)
Ken.
Ken.
What is it? What is it?
It's Lucky. He still outside.
We forgot to bring in Lucky.
I'll get him. I'll get him.
(dog barking)
(switch clicking)
Whatcha doing?
Honey, I have to try.
No, you can't go out there.
(dog barking)
Daddy, please get him. Please.
Yeah, don't worry, baby. I'll get him.
(dog whimpering) (Christy gasping)
Lucky.
Shh.
- Shh.
- It's okay, hun.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Don't make a sound okay.
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
Be quiet.
Shh. Shh.
(bell chiming) Shh. Shh.
(bell chiming)
What is that?
(bell chiming)
What is that?
(foot squeaking) (bell chiming)
(Ken breathing heavily)
(fist thudding)
(fist thudding)
(fist thudding)
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What is that?
(fist thudding continues)
(Ken breathing heavily)
It's okay.
Is he gone?
(door squeaking) (tense foreboding music)
Get to the bathroom.
Get in there quick.
Quiet.
Be quiet.
Honey, did you... Be quiet.
Lock the door.
(door thudding)
Lock it.
(drawer squeaking)
(Ken breathing heavily)
(footsteps thumping)
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(gunshot booming)
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(gunshot booming)
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(gentle ominous music)
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Elias! (Tense foreboding music)
Elias! (Tense foreboding music)
Come out, you coward.
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(door squeaking)
(demonic Santa growling)
Father Elias, you hide
behind your holy walls,
But, you cannot hide from me. (Growls)
You are not welcome here.
This is a Holy ground.
And your darkness has no power on it.
(demonic Santa snarling)
This, sanctuary won't
cannot save you forever.
Soon I will feast on all
of your souls. (Growls)
This is sacred ground,
your prison, your weakness.
(demonic Santa growling)
You may terrorize their homes,
but here, I hold the power.
I rebuke you in the name of Jesus!
(demonic Santa snarling)
I found your curse.
And I will fight until every last soul
is freed from your grasp.
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(footsteps thumping)
(hinge squeaking)
(gentle uplifting music)
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Lord God,
hear me now.
(gentle uplifting music)
I have faced the
darkness without faltering.
But this evil is unlike any we've known.
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This demon,
this cursed spirit,
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It cannot cross the
ground you have blessed.
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Yes,
the church.
It is a refuge.
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A fortress against his shadow.
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But your people, my flock,
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They do not know where to run.
They're scattered and
alone exposed to the terror
that waits outside these walls.
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Grant me your strength.
Give me the voice to reach them.
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The courage to lead them here.
To safety beneath your shelter.
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If I must be the beacon in this storm
then let your light burn through me.
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Let mine be the call that draws them in
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Before the darkness consumes us all.
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I am yours Lord.
Do not forsake us now.
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In the name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit.
(tense foreboding music continues)
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Christy,
Angie,
it's Father Elias.
(tense foreboding music continues)
Thank God you're here.
Know, that thing
had Ken. (Sobs)
I know.
I need you both to come
with me to the church.
No, no, we can't. It's not safe.
Please. It's the only
place I know you will be safe.
Just trust me. We must go now.
Okay. Come on Angie.
We have to go to the church.
Is daddy coming?
No, I don't know, sweetie. Come on.
Come on.
Just a little further,
we're almost there.
Oh my God.
(demonic Santa snarling)
- It's okay sweetie.
- I want daddy.
Away from us demon.
(demonic Santa snarling)
I told you I would get you, Father Elias.
(demonic Santa snarling)
You having no power over us.
That's where you're wrong.
Soon you will all be with Ken.
No. You leave my daddy alone.
What did you do to my husband?
(demonic Santa laughing)
Don't listen to him.
He can't hurt us.
I command you to leave me!
(demonic Santa laughing)
You command me!
Huh!
You are nothing to me.
(lighting whooshing)
(demonic Santa growling)
No, maybe not to you,
but we are children of God
and you are nothing but the father of lies.
Yeah, but your God is not here!
Yes,
He is.
And in the name of Jesus, I rebuke you.
(demonic Santa snarling)
This isn't over!
I will consume you all!
Is he gone?
I think so, sweetie.
- I'm scared.
- I know. Me too.
He's gone, for now.
Come. We must get inside.
You will be safe here.
But you must stay until daylight.
What about everyone else?
I'm gonna try and get more to come.
As many as will heed the call.
Okay.
Thank you Father.
Please be careful.
Just stay, keep praying. You understand?
We understand.
I will leave you with His protection.
I'll be back soon.
(knuckles thudding)
Oh, thank God.
Father Elias, what you doing here, man?
I've come to warn everyone,
you and Lisa must come
with me to the church now.
Warn us, of what exactly?
A demon is here.
Man, come on now, Father.
Not you, too.
Jake, please listen to me. Please.
Listen, I appreciate you
coming by and all, okay?
It's late.
You probably need to go
home and get some rest, all right.
You've been pushing
a little too hard lately.
You, you don't understand. I've seen him.
He's, he's... Thanks, but no thanks.
Have a good night.
Go home man.
No. Jake, please.
(door thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(hinge creaking)
- Man, that guy's trip pin.
[Speaker] It's very nice to meet you.
[Speaker] Nice to meet you.
You from around here?
[Speaker No, we're visiting my Dad,
just a few miles north of here.
We've come down every year.
Our family get together.
What is going on with people?
Demon Santa, - Yeah, I bet
- what's next? Angel pumpkins?
- I really enjoy
(door thudding)
[Speaker] Okay,
it looks like you're
getting just a little bit sun.
(hinge clanking) Have some sunscreen.
- Lemme help you out with that.
- That's okay.
(door thudding) (suspenseful music)
(demonic Santa snarling)
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(Jake grunting)
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(Jake thudding)
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(hinge squeaking)
Jake, who was at the door?
Jake? (Tense foreboding music)
Who's at the door?
Jake?
(tense foreboding music continues)
Jake,
you're scaring me, baby.
(tense foreboding music continues)
(gasps) Oh my God.
Jake! No!
He's here.
(Lisa whimpering)
(Lisa breathing heavily)
(tense foreboding music)
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(Lisa gasping) (bones cracking)
(Lisa thudding)
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(demonic Santa growling)
Man, this is so much better
than being at the family get together.
Amen to that, sister.
Yeah, last year I had to go play poker
with seven old dudes I didn't even know.
That's nothing.
My grandmother made us,
and the grandkids, make ugly sweaters.
Like literally we had
to make ugly sweaters.
We had to go buy fabric
and sew. It was terrible.
That sounds pretty awful.
At least you're here
with the sexiest guy ever.
Oh, you so wish you were
the sexiest guy ever, Chad?
I think you meant to say
the second sexiest guy ever.
Wow. Yeah.
You two are mighty full
of yourself, aren't you?
If you mean full of sexy,
then yes. Yes we are.
[Laney] You guys make me tired.
You know, it takes a lot out of you
resistant something, you know, like this.
I literally just almost
threw up in my mouth.
Yeah, so if they
don't stop doing all this,
I'm gonna need you to hold my hair back
so I don't throw up on it.
Good times. (Bottle clinking)
Hey, tell the story.
You mean the one about Santa?
Oh God, not this one again.
I haven't heard his version yet.
- Dude.
- Do it.
Do the voice too.
Okay. I'm all right
I'm all right
(clears throat) 'Twas
the night before Christmas
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring
because Santa was slaughtering them all.
(Jason chuckling)
Okay. Okay.
Dead serious. True story.
Back in 1864, there
was this village in Finland
and they say that the
real Santa lived there.
The nice one. Okay.
But the villagers,
villagers got greedy.
They demanded presents.
And not just once a year,
but once every week.
And so Santa, you know, being the jolly
capitalist slave that he is,
you know, he just gave in?
Until he snapped,
took a sleigh ride straight into the woods
and never came back.
So let me guess, he met the devil.
Worse. The devil met
him, possessed his soul.
Fused with his jolly ol' bones.
Now, the only gift he gives is death.
W-wait, but wasn't there
like a rule or something
like he only came for the bad kids?
[Chad] No rules, just rage.
Come on. You guys know
that's not the real story, right?
- Oh, really?
- Alright, tell us then,
Ms. Laney, history major.
Oh, please enlighten us,
wise one with your wisdom.
Do you guys wanna hear the story or not?
Yeah, get on with it.
All right, so back in the early 1300s
in the kingdom of Dura,
just outside of Spain,
the king suddenly became very, very ill.
He only had one son
who could take the throne upon his passing.
But the problem was the
son was only eight years old.
Naturally, he'd been
told the story of Santa
ever since he could understand.
But his father died
before he could tell him the truth.
So once the boy was crowned King,
he kind of had this power trip,
realizing how much control he had.
As an 8-year-old boy,
assuming reign over an
entire kingdom overnight.
I mean, you guys can
understand that's a lot of pressure.
He ruled for a few years.
But on his 10th birthday,
his mom decided it was finally time that
somebody tell him the truth.
She took it upon herself to tell him.
He was absolutely furious. Okay?
He didn't believe a word she was saying.
He refused to believe that
his father would've lied to him.
And so he threw his mother down
below in the dungeons to rot.
To rot.
When the leader of the church
heard what was going on,
he came to speak truth to the boy.
The boy had the leader of the church
hung in the streets for all to see.
He then decreed that no religion
other than his religion of Santa
was allowed to be practiced.
And he had his own
version of the Bible written
called the "Cringle."
He even at a temple raised
of the man in red and white.
And it towered over a hundred feet high.
Every Sunday,
he demanded that all his
people worship this idol.
And every year that
went by all of his demands,
they became increasingly
and increasingly more insane.
By his 15th birthday,
he demanded the
sacrifice of a female virgin
every Christmas eve,
the holiest of the holy.
And one year, during the sacrifice,
this strange fog rolled through the town
and the sound of
jingling bells filled the air.
That fog, it was so thick
that the people worshiping the idol,
they couldn't see a thing around them.
By the time the fog cleared,
the entire town had been killed, gone.
And the king just sat there,
at the balcony of his throne
overlooking the carnage
in absolute and utter horror.
And then he threw himself off to his death.
What the heck, Laney!
Um, yeah. I wasn't expecting that.
Oh, I'm never sleeping again.
Thanks for that one.
(demonic Santa growling)
Okay, what was that?
[Chad] I didn't do it.
It's probably just a
cat or something, right?
No, it's Santa.
(Chad and Jason chuckling) (bell chiming)
Okay. Seriously.
Guys, you heard that, right?
Jason, I swear to God,
if you're playing one of
these pranks, dude, like...
Dude, do I look like I own bells?
(bell chiming)
It's probably a cat with a bell collar.
Well, we should probably
just get inside the camper.
'Cause this is getting
really, really creepy.
No, no, we should, we
should go find it, right?
Like, it'd be fun.
Are you stupid?
That is literally how every horror movie
in the world starts.
You go follow the creepy sound
and then you get got.
No thank you.
Fine.
You guys sit and cry.
I'm gonna go pet kitty.
I don't know how let
you guys talk me into this.
Relax, it's probably a raccoon stuck
in some Christmas decorations or something.
You know, you could be making
ugly Christmas sweaters right now.
(Chad screaming)
That didn't sound like a joke scream.
He, he probably just broke his ankle
trying to chase that cat.
Ugh, I hope he doesn't think
I'm going in there to get him.
Yeah, that's not happening.
He better hope his sexiness can carry him.
[Jason] Alright, let's go get him.
- I don't wanna go.
- Are we gonna really go?
No, I'm behind him.
I'm behind y'all.
You go first.
(cricket chirping)
Go get the light, ohh.
[Jason] Where are you?
- Chad.
- Chad.
Chad. Where could you be?
- Let's see.
- Let's see.
Chad,
- Chad.
- Where are you?
- Chad?
- Dude, this isn't funny.
Where are you?
Stop messing around.
(suspenseful music)
- Chad, oh my god, Chad.
(Sarah screaming)
(demonic Santa growling)
- Run.
(suspenseful music
continues) (leaves rustling)
(demotic Santa growling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(leaves rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
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Oh.
(leaves rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
(footsteps thumping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps thumping)
(demonic Santa growling)
(demonic Santa growling) (Laney screaming)
(footsteps thumping)
Oh my God. What was that thing?
- I don't know.
- We have to get out of here.
See what it did, Jason.
Yeah.
You think Laney still alive?
I don't know.
I think we may have
gone away from it though.
Whatever it was.
(head thudding)
(demonic Santa growling)
(demonic Santa growling) (cricket chirping)
(tense suspenseful music)
(door lightly thudding)
(Sarah breathing heavily)
(Sarah whimpering)
(tense suspenseful music continues)
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(knee thudding)
(demonic Santa laughing)
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(demonic Santa growling)
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(crickets chirping)
(demonic Santa breathing heavily)
(tense brooding music)
(demonic Santa growling)
(demonic Santa growling)
(tense foreboding music)
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(demonic Santa growling)
(tense foreboding music continues)
(gentle music)
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Mom,
where's daddy?
Is he okay?
Oh sweetie. (Christy and Angie sobbing)
(gentle music)
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No!
Why he's still here.
(tense suspenseful music continues)
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(Father Elias sobbing)
(tense brooding music)
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[Narrator] Long before
red suits and flying reindeer,
there was a man,
a man whose kindness
lit a spark in the world,
cloaked in winter shadow.
They called him many names,
St. Nicholas, Father
Christmas, Chris Cringle.
But time has a way of changing stories.
What began as a tale of giving
of compassion for the poor
of warmth and a season of cold
slowly became something else.
Legends grew taller.
The man became a myth,
and the myth became a
symbol shaped not by truth,
but by what the world wanted to believe.
The red suit, the laugh,
the list of who's been naughty or nice,
all born, not from faith or meaning,
but from the art of selling joy.
Each generation polished the story,
removing what made it human,
replacing it with what made it profitable.
And soon the reason of hope
became a competition of greed.
A race for more,
more gifts, more lights, more noise.
Until the heart of Christmas
was buried beneath the glitter.
But legends never die. They evolve.
They change form.
Sometimes they return.
Not to bring gifts,
but remind us what we've forgotten.
(footsteps thumping) (suspenseful music)
What if the story we built,
the story we've told
our children for centuries
has been whispering a warning all along.
The original Saint Nicholas
gave without asking,
protected the innocent
and fought darkness with generosity.
But when you twist a tale for too long,
when the story serves
us instead of the truth,
it starts to take on a life of its own.
Now the world celebrates
a name barely understands.
Children wait for a man they've never met.
Parents chase perfection
in a season that once needed none.
And the laughter, oh that laughter,
echoes laughter each year,
drowning out the silence
that once meant peace.
But deep beneath the snow,
beneath the jingles and the smiles,
the old story waits forgotten,
watching, waiting for someone
to remember what was lost.
They say Christmas is
the season of miracles.
But what happens when the miracle
stops believing in us?
(demonic Santa growling)
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[Director] Action.
(door squeaking)
[Demonic Santa] Father Elias,
you hide behind your holy walls.
[Director] Hold for sound, reset.
[Demonic Santa] You
cannot hide from that car.
You cannot hide that car. (All laughing)
[Director] Reset.
Action.
(door squeaking)
(Father Elias gasping)
[Demonic Santa] You
hide behind your holy walls.
But there's another
car that won't stop you.
Another one of your
demon buddies driving around.
(all laughing)
- Probably.
It's the same car.
(engine roaring)
Okay.
Alright, reset.
- I know.
Gonna give him a good
picture, if you wanted to take one.
Go get some rest.
I'll be in shortly.
- Yeah, okay. Love you.
- Love you too.
[Lisa] Hope your insurance is up to date.
Jake. (Jake chuckling)
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(leaves rustling)
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(tense brooding music)
Father. Father, please help us.
Please, Father.
You're the only one that
can save us. We need you.
We're gonna die out
there without you, Father.
Please, Father, save me.
Enough!
Please.
Sit.
(vocalist vocalizing)
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For centuries,
the Church warned you.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
We pleaded.
We preached.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
But you still chose the lie.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
Year after year,
you looked into the eyes of your children
and deceived them.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
You told them stories - not of Christ,
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But of a man in red.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
A man who sees all,
rewards the good with gifts,
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
Punishes the wicked with none.
Sound familiar?
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
You worshiped him.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
You sang his songs,
wrote letters to him,
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
Begging for his favor
You even left offerings at your hearth
for him to eat.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
And you never once questioned,
that his name is but a one letter swap
away from Gods very own adversary.
Do you really think that's a coincidence?
Do you?
You opened the door.
You invited him into our world,
our community, (vocalist vocalizing)
In your very homes with open arms.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
And now,
every Christmas Eve
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
From dusk till dawn,
this demon
from the depths of hell
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
Terrorizes us.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
Thousands of innocent people perish.
Blood spilled.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
Families shattered.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
And yet you keep on decorating.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
Keep on reading the
stories to your children.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
You still sing the songs.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
Why? (Thuds)
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Have you learned nothing?
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
And now you come to me,
begging for deliverance from this devil.
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
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How do I cast out a darkness
that you have nourished for
nearly two thousand years?
(vocalist vocalizing continues)
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I can't.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know how,
the church has done all it can.
(tense ominous music)
He is here now.
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And may God have mercy on us all.
(tense ominous music continues)
Now, please go.
(tense ominous music continues)
Return to your homes.
Prepare yourself for the darkness
that you have cast upon this world.
(tense ominous music continues)
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I will pray for all of you.
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[Radio Announcer] We
still have a few showers
lingering around for your Christmas Eve
with a low of 53 tonight.
But you get to wake up
in your beautiful southern
Christmas morning
with a high in the mid
eighties and partly sunny skies.
Just a reminder that the annual curfew
starts at 7:00 PM tonight.
And do not open those doors
until 7:00 AM tomorrow morning.
We lost over 2,700 people
here in South Carolina last year.
So make sure to secure your pets.
Check on those loved ones.
Make sure all those doors are locked.
We don't need any, let's
just say sneaky things
coming in that house and harming anyone.
(radio button clicking)
That is enough of that.
Now, where were we?
Then Santa hopped into his sleigh
and as he flew off into the sky,
he yelled, "Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night."
Mom.
Yes, Sweetie.
Why isn't he like that anymore?
What are you talking about?
Santa?
Oh, him.
Well, some people say that
because people worshiped him on Christmas
more than anybody else,
that he became evil.
And some people even
say that he became Satan.
Who is Satan?
Well that's a long story,
but basically he is really, really bad.
S-A-T-A-N. Is that how it's spelled?
Yes, it is. Very good.
That's almost exactly
how Santa is spelled.
All you have to do is move
the N to the end, right?
See?
(tense foreboding music)
Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
(tense foreboding music continues)
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No, no. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We'll catch up you guys later for sure.
Good luck. (Upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
Ah, paradise.
Two campers, no cell
service and 24 cold ones.
Let me guess you plan
to just sit around this whole weekend
and let us do all that actual camping.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey,
cracking beers and
supervising is an essential role.
Yeah, if we were
building pyramids, maybe.
You hear that?
We're Pharaohs now.
No complaints for me.
I look great in gold.
You look like a guy
that get kicked out of a Renaissance fair.
Okay, that was once
and it was only for asking
where all the turkey legs were.
Okay, that one actually tracks.
Alright, so is somebody get a lighter
so we can get this fire going?
Or are we gonna rub two sticks together?
See that right there, it's igniter.
So we got that covered.
Don't worry though.
I got some s'mores cap us soft for tonight.
You brought s'mores.
[Chad] Did, did you get
the peanut butter cups?
Of course, I got the peanut butter cup.
Laney. I think I love you.
No, Chad, I've got a man.
But maybe like find some
work with the s'mores on there.
Ooh, you jealous
Of the s'mores? Absolutely.
He's only jealous of me.
No one is jealous of you,
Chad, except a raccoon.
'Cause you both eat garbage.
Excuse me, gas station
nachos are a delicacy.
They are a cry for help.
Yeah, let's gather on this fire
and get this thing going
before we start roasting each other
instead of the marshmallows, huh?
(chuckles) Too late.
This is what life's about.
Good friends, good
drinks in the great outdoors.
And a raccoon with fine taste in cuisine.
Please no one bring
food in the camper this time.
Last trip we had flies on everything.
Mmm. Sky raisins, juicy.
Oh my god, Chad.
That explains a lot about your cooking.
You're all just mad that
you didn't think of it first.
No one is mad.
We're just concerned
about your mental health.
Hey, did anyone bring bug spray?
Right here.
And I am spraying each
and every one of you,
whether you like it or not.
'Cause I am not getting eaten alive again.
Dude. Chill.
The bugs aren't into you like that.
Yeah. Mosquitoes have standards.
[Jason] Oh wow. Okay.
Hurtful. Hurtful.
Come on guys. I think he's kind of cute.
In a please stop talking to me kinda way.
Right in the heart.
So who's cooking?
Okay, I'll start, but I'm
not doing all the work.
Yeah. I can handle
this s'mores duty for sure.
I can handle sitting and drinking.
You've been training
for this your whole life.
Same.
Two real heroes.
Speaking of heroes, I've
curated the perfect playlist,
starting with "Eye of the Tiger."
That's actually pretty solid.
Be careful with that song.
What are we summoning a bear or something?
Yeah. Or worse, like
someone's weird uncle.
What's wrong with the weird uncles?
They collect pocket knives
and make weird animal noises after dark.
That's oddly specific.
You okay Laney?
I've seen some things.
I think I'll sleep with one eye open.
Too bad we can't all sleep in one camper.
This place is creepy at night.
You'll be fine.
Unless the raccoon king comes back.
Oh no, not King Raccaroo.
Stop.
That thing gave me nightmares.
- Yeah, you're all ridiculous.
- But fun.
Yeah, I'll give you that one.
Here's to the raccoon King
and the best weekend ever.
[Sarah] Minus the bugs.
Minus Chad's cooking.
Whoa. Can can we just
cheers to something now?
Okay, fine. To friendship, fire.
No family drama.
And no cookie decorating.
And maybe, just maybe, a horror story.
Uh, no.
Or not. Or not. Mm-mm.
(T.V. speaker)
They said to turn off all
the lights and the TV, Jake.
I'm not worried about all that.
They said that every year.
Yeah, exactly. Don't you
think we should maybe listen?
I've never done it and I'm still here.
Besides that Santa dude
knows not to come around here
or I'll bust him up.
Mm-hmm. Oh, you will, huh?
Yeah, and he knows it too. (Chuckles)
Yeah. Okay.
Well, you sit out here then,
I'm gonna listen to the instructions
and go lock myself in a quiet room.
Oh, come on Lisa.
Nothing's going to happen.
It never does.
No thanks.
You are really scared, huh?
It's a risk I'm just not willing to take.
You know it's just stories, right?
There is no demon.
Just stories.
Do you watch the news ever?
Yes, I watch the news,
but you know, you can't
believe what they say.
Okay,
You might not believe it,
but I do.
(T.V. speaker continues)
I have a few errands to run.
Is just some serial killer.
Probably some guy living
in his mom's basement in LA.
Nothing has ever happened around here.
Yeah, well that doesn't mean it couldn't.
The people that saw it
and lived said it wasn't just some guy,
But that's just stories
they tell to freak people out.
You know, like when we were kids
(T.V. speaker continues)
Do you believe in alien suits?
Actually, yes I do.
Okay, fine. (Chuckles)
Let's just say the Santa
Demon guy is real for a second.
He isn't, but let's just say he is.
Who is he
(T.V. speaker continues)
And where did he come from?
Well,
judging by the name demon,
I'd say it's pretty obvious.
So you think a demon from
hell is out cruising around,
with nothing else better to do,
but go around killing people for no reason?
It's not for no reason.
It's because people
stopped telling the real story
of Christmas and started
worshiping a false idol.
You mean Santa?
Yeah.
Santa.
So let me get this straight,
Just because people tell their kids
that Santa was real,
now a demon is out killing people?
It's not that simple, Jake.
(chuckles) Okay then,
baby, please explain.
I must be confused
by this convincing story.
It's not a story, Jake.
It's what is happening.
Kids all over the world are being lied to.
How long do you think God
will continue to protect a world
that's left him behind, huh?
Lisa,
first of all, you know I don't believe
in all that religion stuff.
Secondly, if that were true,
why hasn't anyone around here
ever had any problems?
Because we've been lucky.
Lucky?
No such thing.
Father Elias got your head bad, babe?
My head is not bad.
It's the truth.
Even if you don't wanna believe it.
Well,
I will believe it
when I see it with my own eyes.
Okay,
I need to get some sleep.
I wish you'd just come to bed.
(T.V speaker continues)
Okay then, well you just
go on to bed now little girl.
I'll be in after my show's over.
Need me to come tuck you in.
Okay.
No need to be mean,
You know I'm just playing with you.
Go get some rest
and I'll be in shortly.
Yeah. Okay.
Love you.
Love you too, babe.
(T.V. speaker continues)
Hey there sweetheart.
I got the chimney covered.
Okay, well that's good.
She's been coloring a long time.
- Mm-hmm.
- She loves it.
Oh yeah.
But you know it's way past her bedtime.
Yeah. (Chuckles)
Alright sweetheart, it's time for bed.
Get your things together.
Go to mom and dad's room, okay?
Don't forget to brush your teeth.
- Dad.
- Yes, honey.
Why do you and mom
always block up the doors on Christmas Eve?
It's just something we do, babe.
My friends say that
their parents don't do it.
It's just a family
tradition, okay sweetie?
Is it because of Santa?
Sweetheart,
you have got nothing to worry about, okay?
Daddy's here. Mama's here.
Everything's gonna be fine, okay?
All right. You get ready for bed,
we'll be there in a minute.
Father,
hear my prayer.
This town, my flock,
they've welcome to darkness,
one that I cannot see but feel.
As though it be freezes the
very marrow in my bones.
A shadow wearing red and white.
A nightmare.
Born of lies and forgotten faith.
Shield them, oh Lord.
Protect the innocent children
who still believe.
Banish this twisted spirit.
Cast out this evil,
for their souls.
I beg you Father.
If you will not save them,
give me the strength, to face what comes.
(tense foreboding music)
(tense foreboding music continuous)
(gasps) Oh my gosh. (Jake laughing)
You about gave me a heart attack.
Uh, you should have seen your face.
Okay, you got me.
Can I go to sleep now, please?
Yeah, I guess so. Sleep well.
(Jake laughing)
Come on.
Ugh.
Weirdo. (Door thudding)
We got everything ready.
- Good.
- Yeah.
Just try not to think about it.
We're prepared.
Okay, I will try.
All right, let's finish all this up
and get ready for bed.
- Okay.
- All right.
(box thudding)
(furniture screeching)
(furniture thudding)
Babe, did you check the
back door or, oh my God!
Of course.
Hun, relax.
You know I'm not gonna let
anything happen to my girls.
I know that.
Alright,
let's just try to go get some rest, okay?
It'll all be over in the morning.
You're right. Okay.
(dog barking)
(tense foreboding music)
Mom.
Mom.
(dog barking)
What is it?
Listen.
(dog barking)
Ken.
Ken.
What is it? What is it?
It's Lucky. He still outside.
We forgot to bring in Lucky.
I'll get him. I'll get him.
(dog barking)
(switch clicking)
Whatcha doing?
Honey, I have to try.
No, you can't go out there.
(dog barking)
Daddy, please get him. Please.
Yeah, don't worry, baby. I'll get him.
(dog whimpering) (Christy gasping)
Lucky.
Shh.
- Shh.
- It's okay, hun.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Don't make a sound okay.
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
Be quiet.
Shh. Shh.
(bell chiming) Shh. Shh.
(bell chiming)
What is that?
(bell chiming)
What is that?
(foot squeaking) (bell chiming)
(Ken breathing heavily)
(fist thudding)
(fist thudding)
(fist thudding)
(fist thudding continues)
What is that?
(fist thudding continues)
(Ken breathing heavily)
It's okay.
Is he gone?
(door squeaking) (tense foreboding music)
Get to the bathroom.
Get in there quick.
Quiet.
Be quiet.
Honey, did you... Be quiet.
Lock the door.
(door thudding)
Lock it.
(drawer squeaking)
(Ken breathing heavily)
(footsteps thumping)
(tense foreboding music)
(gunshot booming)
(tense foreboding music)
(gunshot booming)
(tense foreboding music)
(gentle ominous music)
(gentle ominous music continues)
Elias! (Tense foreboding music)
Elias! (Tense foreboding music)
Come out, you coward.
(tense foreboding music)
(tense foreboding music continues)
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(door squeaking)
(demonic Santa growling)
Father Elias, you hide
behind your holy walls,
But, you cannot hide from me. (Growls)
You are not welcome here.
This is a Holy ground.
And your darkness has no power on it.
(demonic Santa snarling)
This, sanctuary won't
cannot save you forever.
Soon I will feast on all
of your souls. (Growls)
This is sacred ground,
your prison, your weakness.
(demonic Santa growling)
You may terrorize their homes,
but here, I hold the power.
I rebuke you in the name of Jesus!
(demonic Santa snarling)
I found your curse.
And I will fight until every last soul
is freed from your grasp.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
(hinge squeaking)
(gentle uplifting music)
(gentle uplifting music continues)
Lord God,
hear me now.
(gentle uplifting music)
I have faced the
darkness without faltering.
But this evil is unlike any we've known.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
This demon,
this cursed spirit,
(gentle uplifting music continues)
It cannot cross the
ground you have blessed.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
Yes,
the church.
It is a refuge.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
A fortress against his shadow.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
But your people, my flock,
(gentle uplifting music continues)
They do not know where to run.
They're scattered and
alone exposed to the terror
that waits outside these walls.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
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Grant me your strength.
Give me the voice to reach them.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
The courage to lead them here.
To safety beneath your shelter.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
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If I must be the beacon in this storm
then let your light burn through me.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
Let mine be the call that draws them in
(gentle uplifting music continues)
Before the darkness consumes us all.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
I am yours Lord.
Do not forsake us now.
(gentle uplifting music continues)
(gentle uplifting music continues)
(gentle uplifting music continues)
(tense foreboding music)
(tense foreboding music continues)
(tense foreboding music continues)
In the name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit.
(tense foreboding music continues)
(tense foreboding music continues)
(tense foreboding music continues)
Christy,
Angie,
it's Father Elias.
(tense foreboding music continues)
Thank God you're here.
Know, that thing
had Ken. (Sobs)
I know.
I need you both to come
with me to the church.
No, no, we can't. It's not safe.
Please. It's the only
place I know you will be safe.
Just trust me. We must go now.
Okay. Come on Angie.
We have to go to the church.
Is daddy coming?
No, I don't know, sweetie. Come on.
Come on.
Just a little further,
we're almost there.
Oh my God.
(demonic Santa snarling)
- It's okay sweetie.
- I want daddy.
Away from us demon.
(demonic Santa snarling)
I told you I would get you, Father Elias.
(demonic Santa snarling)
You having no power over us.
That's where you're wrong.
Soon you will all be with Ken.
No. You leave my daddy alone.
What did you do to my husband?
(demonic Santa laughing)
Don't listen to him.
He can't hurt us.
I command you to leave me!
(demonic Santa laughing)
You command me!
Huh!
You are nothing to me.
(lighting whooshing)
(demonic Santa growling)
No, maybe not to you,
but we are children of God
and you are nothing but the father of lies.
Yeah, but your God is not here!
Yes,
He is.
And in the name of Jesus, I rebuke you.
(demonic Santa snarling)
This isn't over!
I will consume you all!
Is he gone?
I think so, sweetie.
- I'm scared.
- I know. Me too.
He's gone, for now.
Come. We must get inside.
You will be safe here.
But you must stay until daylight.
What about everyone else?
I'm gonna try and get more to come.
As many as will heed the call.
Okay.
Thank you Father.
Please be careful.
Just stay, keep praying. You understand?
We understand.
I will leave you with His protection.
I'll be back soon.
(knuckles thudding)
Oh, thank God.
Father Elias, what you doing here, man?
I've come to warn everyone,
you and Lisa must come
with me to the church now.
Warn us, of what exactly?
A demon is here.
Man, come on now, Father.
Not you, too.
Jake, please listen to me. Please.
Listen, I appreciate you
coming by and all, okay?
It's late.
You probably need to go
home and get some rest, all right.
You've been pushing
a little too hard lately.
You, you don't understand. I've seen him.
He's, he's... Thanks, but no thanks.
Have a good night.
Go home man.
No. Jake, please.
(door thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(hinge creaking)
- Man, that guy's trip pin.
[Speaker] It's very nice to meet you.
[Speaker] Nice to meet you.
You from around here?
[Speaker No, we're visiting my Dad,
just a few miles north of here.
We've come down every year.
Our family get together.
What is going on with people?
Demon Santa, - Yeah, I bet
- what's next? Angel pumpkins?
- I really enjoy
(door thudding)
[Speaker] Okay,
it looks like you're
getting just a little bit sun.
(hinge clanking) Have some sunscreen.
- Lemme help you out with that.
- That's okay.
(door thudding) (suspenseful music)
(demonic Santa snarling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Jake grunting)
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(Jake thudding)
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(hinge squeaking)
Jake, who was at the door?
Jake? (Tense foreboding music)
Who's at the door?
Jake?
(tense foreboding music continues)
Jake,
you're scaring me, baby.
(tense foreboding music continues)
(gasps) Oh my God.
Jake! No!
He's here.
(Lisa whimpering)
(Lisa breathing heavily)
(tense foreboding music)
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(tense foreboding music continues)
(Lisa gasping) (bones cracking)
(Lisa thudding)
(tense foreboding music continues)
(demonic Santa growling)
Man, this is so much better
than being at the family get together.
Amen to that, sister.
Yeah, last year I had to go play poker
with seven old dudes I didn't even know.
That's nothing.
My grandmother made us,
and the grandkids, make ugly sweaters.
Like literally we had
to make ugly sweaters.
We had to go buy fabric
and sew. It was terrible.
That sounds pretty awful.
At least you're here
with the sexiest guy ever.
Oh, you so wish you were
the sexiest guy ever, Chad?
I think you meant to say
the second sexiest guy ever.
Wow. Yeah.
You two are mighty full
of yourself, aren't you?
If you mean full of sexy,
then yes. Yes we are.
[Laney] You guys make me tired.
You know, it takes a lot out of you
resistant something, you know, like this.
I literally just almost
threw up in my mouth.
Yeah, so if they
don't stop doing all this,
I'm gonna need you to hold my hair back
so I don't throw up on it.
Good times. (Bottle clinking)
Hey, tell the story.
You mean the one about Santa?
Oh God, not this one again.
I haven't heard his version yet.
- Dude.
- Do it.
Do the voice too.
Okay. I'm all right
I'm all right
(clears throat) 'Twas
the night before Christmas
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring
because Santa was slaughtering them all.
(Jason chuckling)
Okay. Okay.
Dead serious. True story.
Back in 1864, there
was this village in Finland
and they say that the
real Santa lived there.
The nice one. Okay.
But the villagers,
villagers got greedy.
They demanded presents.
And not just once a year,
but once every week.
And so Santa, you know, being the jolly
capitalist slave that he is,
you know, he just gave in?
Until he snapped,
took a sleigh ride straight into the woods
and never came back.
So let me guess, he met the devil.
Worse. The devil met
him, possessed his soul.
Fused with his jolly ol' bones.
Now, the only gift he gives is death.
W-wait, but wasn't there
like a rule or something
like he only came for the bad kids?
[Chad] No rules, just rage.
Come on. You guys know
that's not the real story, right?
- Oh, really?
- Alright, tell us then,
Ms. Laney, history major.
Oh, please enlighten us,
wise one with your wisdom.
Do you guys wanna hear the story or not?
Yeah, get on with it.
All right, so back in the early 1300s
in the kingdom of Dura,
just outside of Spain,
the king suddenly became very, very ill.
He only had one son
who could take the throne upon his passing.
But the problem was the
son was only eight years old.
Naturally, he'd been
told the story of Santa
ever since he could understand.
But his father died
before he could tell him the truth.
So once the boy was crowned King,
he kind of had this power trip,
realizing how much control he had.
As an 8-year-old boy,
assuming reign over an
entire kingdom overnight.
I mean, you guys can
understand that's a lot of pressure.
He ruled for a few years.
But on his 10th birthday,
his mom decided it was finally time that
somebody tell him the truth.
She took it upon herself to tell him.
He was absolutely furious. Okay?
He didn't believe a word she was saying.
He refused to believe that
his father would've lied to him.
And so he threw his mother down
below in the dungeons to rot.
To rot.
When the leader of the church
heard what was going on,
he came to speak truth to the boy.
The boy had the leader of the church
hung in the streets for all to see.
He then decreed that no religion
other than his religion of Santa
was allowed to be practiced.
And he had his own
version of the Bible written
called the "Cringle."
He even at a temple raised
of the man in red and white.
And it towered over a hundred feet high.
Every Sunday,
he demanded that all his
people worship this idol.
And every year that
went by all of his demands,
they became increasingly
and increasingly more insane.
By his 15th birthday,
he demanded the
sacrifice of a female virgin
every Christmas eve,
the holiest of the holy.
And one year, during the sacrifice,
this strange fog rolled through the town
and the sound of
jingling bells filled the air.
That fog, it was so thick
that the people worshiping the idol,
they couldn't see a thing around them.
By the time the fog cleared,
the entire town had been killed, gone.
And the king just sat there,
at the balcony of his throne
overlooking the carnage
in absolute and utter horror.
And then he threw himself off to his death.
What the heck, Laney!
Um, yeah. I wasn't expecting that.
Oh, I'm never sleeping again.
Thanks for that one.
(demonic Santa growling)
Okay, what was that?
[Chad] I didn't do it.
It's probably just a
cat or something, right?
No, it's Santa.
(Chad and Jason chuckling) (bell chiming)
Okay. Seriously.
Guys, you heard that, right?
Jason, I swear to God,
if you're playing one of
these pranks, dude, like...
Dude, do I look like I own bells?
(bell chiming)
It's probably a cat with a bell collar.
Well, we should probably
just get inside the camper.
'Cause this is getting
really, really creepy.
No, no, we should, we
should go find it, right?
Like, it'd be fun.
Are you stupid?
That is literally how every horror movie
in the world starts.
You go follow the creepy sound
and then you get got.
No thank you.
Fine.
You guys sit and cry.
I'm gonna go pet kitty.
I don't know how let
you guys talk me into this.
Relax, it's probably a raccoon stuck
in some Christmas decorations or something.
You know, you could be making
ugly Christmas sweaters right now.
(Chad screaming)
That didn't sound like a joke scream.
He, he probably just broke his ankle
trying to chase that cat.
Ugh, I hope he doesn't think
I'm going in there to get him.
Yeah, that's not happening.
He better hope his sexiness can carry him.
[Jason] Alright, let's go get him.
- I don't wanna go.
- Are we gonna really go?
No, I'm behind him.
I'm behind y'all.
You go first.
(cricket chirping)
Go get the light, ohh.
[Jason] Where are you?
- Chad.
- Chad.
Chad. Where could you be?
- Let's see.
- Let's see.
Chad,
- Chad.
- Where are you?
- Chad?
- Dude, this isn't funny.
Where are you?
Stop messing around.
(suspenseful music)
- Chad, oh my god, Chad.
(Sarah screaming)
(demonic Santa growling)
- Run.
(suspenseful music
continues) (leaves rustling)
(demotic Santa growling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(leaves rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh.
(leaves rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
(footsteps thumping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps thumping)
(demonic Santa growling)
(demonic Santa growling) (Laney screaming)
(footsteps thumping)
Oh my God. What was that thing?
- I don't know.
- We have to get out of here.
See what it did, Jason.
Yeah.
You think Laney still alive?
I don't know.
I think we may have
gone away from it though.
Whatever it was.
(head thudding)
(demonic Santa growling)
(demonic Santa growling) (cricket chirping)
(tense suspenseful music)
(door lightly thudding)
(Sarah breathing heavily)
(Sarah whimpering)
(tense suspenseful music continues)
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(knee thudding)
(demonic Santa laughing)
(tense suspenseful music continues)
(demonic Santa growling)
(tense suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(demonic Santa breathing heavily)
(tense brooding music)
(demonic Santa growling)
(demonic Santa growling)
(tense foreboding music)
(tense foreboding music continues)
(demonic Santa growling)
(tense foreboding music continues)
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
Mom,
where's daddy?
Is he okay?
Oh sweetie. (Christy and Angie sobbing)
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
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No!
Why he's still here.
(tense suspenseful music continues)
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(Father Elias sobbing)
(tense brooding music)
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[Narrator] Long before
red suits and flying reindeer,
there was a man,
a man whose kindness
lit a spark in the world,
cloaked in winter shadow.
They called him many names,
St. Nicholas, Father
Christmas, Chris Cringle.
But time has a way of changing stories.
What began as a tale of giving
of compassion for the poor
of warmth and a season of cold
slowly became something else.
Legends grew taller.
The man became a myth,
and the myth became a
symbol shaped not by truth,
but by what the world wanted to believe.
The red suit, the laugh,
the list of who's been naughty or nice,
all born, not from faith or meaning,
but from the art of selling joy.
Each generation polished the story,
removing what made it human,
replacing it with what made it profitable.
And soon the reason of hope
became a competition of greed.
A race for more,
more gifts, more lights, more noise.
Until the heart of Christmas
was buried beneath the glitter.
But legends never die. They evolve.
They change form.
Sometimes they return.
Not to bring gifts,
but remind us what we've forgotten.
(footsteps thumping) (suspenseful music)
What if the story we built,
the story we've told
our children for centuries
has been whispering a warning all along.
The original Saint Nicholas
gave without asking,
protected the innocent
and fought darkness with generosity.
But when you twist a tale for too long,
when the story serves
us instead of the truth,
it starts to take on a life of its own.
Now the world celebrates
a name barely understands.
Children wait for a man they've never met.
Parents chase perfection
in a season that once needed none.
And the laughter, oh that laughter,
echoes laughter each year,
drowning out the silence
that once meant peace.
But deep beneath the snow,
beneath the jingles and the smiles,
the old story waits forgotten,
watching, waiting for someone
to remember what was lost.
They say Christmas is
the season of miracles.
But what happens when the miracle
stops believing in us?
(demonic Santa growling)
(gentle somber music)
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[Director] Action.
(door squeaking)
[Demonic Santa] Father Elias,
you hide behind your holy walls.
[Director] Hold for sound, reset.
[Demonic Santa] You
cannot hide from that car.
You cannot hide that car. (All laughing)
[Director] Reset.
Action.
(door squeaking)
(Father Elias gasping)
[Demonic Santa] You
hide behind your holy walls.
But there's another
car that won't stop you.
Another one of your
demon buddies driving around.
(all laughing)
- Probably.
It's the same car.
(engine roaring)
Okay.
Alright, reset.
- I know.
Gonna give him a good
picture, if you wanted to take one.
Go get some rest.
I'll be in shortly.
- Yeah, okay. Love you.
- Love you too.
[Lisa] Hope your insurance is up to date.
Jake. (Jake chuckling)