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Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night
He heard the footsteps; some one was running. Shots were fired; he counted them. One shot… two shots… three shots… His side ached, but he pushed on. He felt his mother's hand pushing on his back. "Keep running baby, keep running." He ran on, not knowing where he was going. It was dark outside, and very cold. He ran between trees, over rocks, and dodging branches. Soon he could run no more. He began to slow, the pain in his side was now unbearable. He began to cry. He tripped on a rock and tumbled to the ground. His mother ran up and knelt beside him, catching her breath. She held on to him tightly.
The man had found them. He was tall and dark, hidden in the shadows of the trees. He was mad, very mad, and Allen didn't know why. It only made him cry harder, seeing the man. His mother cooed to him, holding him tighter. The man approached them. His mother screamed. "Stay away!"
"Where's the money?" he screamed at her.
"I don't know what you're talking about! Ron! Where's Ron?" She began to cry.
"Your husband is dead!" the man said. "He refused to tell me where the money is, but I know you know. So, let's make this easier for you; tell me where the money is and I will spare you and your sons life."
"I'm telling the truth! I know nothing about the money!" His mother began to sob. "Why did you kill him? Ron…my Ron…" she sobbed loudly. The man grew impatient.
"Daddy said he put the money in my box," Allen whispered. The man knelt down, close to him. His mother shrieked. "Get away from him!" She gripped him tightly.
"Where's the box?" the man asked.
"It's in my room." Allen began to cry. The man gripped Allen's mother by the hair and pulled her upright. He dragged her through the woods, Allen in her arms, and back to the house. Allen and his mother sat on the bed as the man went through the little boy's room. He soon found the box and the money contained inside. An evil smile appeared across the man's face. He pocketed the money and slid a full magazine into his gun. Allen's mother stared at him in shock.
"Y-you have the money," she said, shaking. "You said you wouldn't hurt us!" she screamed. The man shook his head, his long black hair shaking with him.
"You didn't tell me where the money was," he said.
"I didn't know!" she shrieked. Tears poured down her face.
"Neither did your husband, apparently." He cocked the gun and beckoned for Allen. Allen didn't move.
"Don't hurt my mommy!" he cried. Frustrated, the man seized Allen and pulled him over, pushing him onto the floor. His mother screamed at the man.
"Leave him alone! Please!"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Allen's mother ran forward trying to reach her son. The man grabbed her waist, threw her on the floor, and in three quick shots, his mother was dead, blood rushing out of the side of her forehead, stomach, and chest. Allen screamed and cried and tried to punch the man in the leg. The man pocketed his weapon and picked up Allen, placing him carefully on the bed, as he continued to cry.
"Allen," the man explained. "Your father was very bad. He didn't give me the money, so he had to pay the consequence, just like your mommy. But you were a good boy, Allen. You told me where the money was. You get to live, Allen. You get to live with me." Allen shook his head, crying.
"I don't like you! You're bad!" he screamed.
"You don't have a choice, Allen. You have no where else to go."
And with that, the man picked up the boy, bringing him outside, down the street, and to his awaiting Mustang. He buckled the boy carefully in the back seat and drove off into the night.
"And a new Yu-Gi-Oh deck and that battle game and…"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Billy! I can only write so much at a time!"
"Just one more thing. A remote control race car," Billy said in his young, sweet voice. Jammie put the final touches onto her little brother's Christmas wish list.
"Okay, let's go give these to Mom," she said. She headed downstairs, Billy close behind, to their hard working mother who was concentrating hard on removing a pesky stain from one of her pans.
"Oh, good! You've finished your Christmas lists," Mrs. Farcentini said as she turned to see her approaching children. She looked them over carefully. Her dark brown eyes scanned the list, smiling.
"I've been a really good boy this year, Mommy," said Billy.
"I'm sure you have, sweetie," Mrs. Farcentini replied with a chuckle. The young five year old boy skipped outside, grabbing his jacket on the way out; his shaggy red hair bouncing with him. She watched through the window as he kneeled in the snow, packing together a handful of snow into a round snowball, and threw it in the air, their black lab jumping high to get it.
"Mom? Sandy is going away for Christmas and she-" started Jammie.
"No, Christmas will be spent with the family. You know that. Besides, you wouldn't want to miss out on everything would you?" Jammie sighed.
"I guess not. At least I can open my presents instead of having to wait longer."
"Yes, now, I believe the yard needs cleaning," informed Mrs. Farcentini. Jammie looked puzzled. "The dog does have to go every once in a while." Jammie groaned and headed outside, shaking her red, bouncy hair out of her face. Mrs. Farcentini returned to her dishes when the phone rang. She answered it, holding it against her shoulder.
"Hello?" No one spoke. She hung up. This happened twice more until Jammie came to a nearby window to see who was making all the calls. It rang again. Jammie's mother ignored it this time and let the answering machine pick it up.
"You've reached the Farcentini's. We are unavailable to receive your call at the time so leave your name and number and we will get back to you as soon as we can. Thank you." Beep.
"Sarah? Sarah! Pick up the phone!" It was Mr. Farcentini this time. Mrs. Farcentini ran to pick up the phone.
"I'm sorry dear, someone keeps calling me and no one would be there. I figured it was the same thing. What's up?" Billy joined Jammie by the window to watch.
"What? But what about Christmas? Well, call us. Love you too." She hung up. The phone rang once again. Sarah picked it up, once again mumbling.
"Hello?" Silence. "Hello? Who is this? Hello? Hello? Hello?" She hung up in fury. Finished with the dishes, she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Jammie and Billy went inside.
"Who keeps callin' mommy?" Billy asked.
"I dunno," Jammie replied. She looked at the phone. It rang again. Jammie jumped, startled, and answered the phone.
"Hello, little girl. What's your name?"
"If you think I'm that stupid you should get a life." Jammie hung up. The phone rang again. Jammie let the answering machine get it.
"I know who you are Jammie, I know where you live. I know everything about you. I know everyone in the world, and you know me. I'll see you Christmas Eve." The mysterious man hung up. Jammie's eyes grew wide.
"Was that your friend?" Billy asked nervously.
"Yea, Billy, a friend…"
"O.K. sweetie. I have to make a call to someone," informed Mr. Shantevii. He put the phone on the usual speaker setting and dialed a number.
"Oh, Jo hun? Could you turn the recorder on for me?"
Jo flipped the switch to her father's recorder. He was a business man and he always recorded his phone calls. As he talked, Jo made her way into the kitchen to prepare them both peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. As she spread the peanut butter onto the slices of bread, she listened to her father talk in the next room. Placing the slices on top of each other, she walked back into her father's office to deliver his sandwhich.
"O.k. then, I'll see you in about a week," her father concluded. He hung up and Jo handed him the sandwich.
"Thanks hun," he said with a wide, flashy smile. The phone rang and Jo headed out of the room so her busy father could talk. She went into her room and glanced at the photo beside her bed on her nightstand. A young, smiling woman was leaning against the arm of a strong man. Both their arms were wrapped around a young girl with hair much like her mothers, braided in two braids, eyes squinted as she smiled a big smile. The woman in the picture, who happened to be Jo's mother, looked so happy, so real, so close.
Jo touched the picture, smiling the smile her mother always liked to see. Jo tried not to think about her death, her murder rather. Ever since that night two years ago, Jo lost trust in people. She hated people and their cruelness. She hated Allen SanTenna, the man who murdered her mother. She wanted nothing but to see him burned alive, but she kept that to herself. She worried about her father. Things have changed so much with her mother gone.
Not wanting to think about her mother at the moment, she headed back downstairs, planning on heading into the kitchen to grab a snack, when she stopped at her father's office, noticing a scared expression on his face.
"Dad?" She said. Her father jumped in his chair.
"Dad? What's wrong?" She asked. Her father, still clutching the receiver, looked away and replied with a simple "nothing", hung up the phone, and left his office.
Worried, Jo listened to the last call he received on the recording. She listened to the static and her dad's familiar voice; then an all too familiar voice came into play.
"One, two, three, four… who's missing? Kiki. Where's Kiki?" Mrs. Chartae asked frantically, running her fingers through her slightly graying brown hair.
"She's in her room and she won't come out," replied her oldest son, Nick, who began to make his way toward the fridge. His mother grabbed his sholders, turned him around, and said,
"Nick, go tell your father that dinner is ready. Michelle, Rudy, Hannah, sit down and we will be there in a sec. I'm going to see what's wrong with Kiki." The three girls took their place at the dinner table, talking frantically about the quickly approaching holiday. Nick found his father in the garage, looking over his badly beat up '97 Camry, and delivered the dinner time message. Mrs. Chartae went upstairs to Kiki.
"What's wrong, hun?" She asked, sitting next to her little girl on the small bed.
"Jen is moving!" she sobbed, tears dripping down her face, her blonde bangs almost covering her eyes. Mrs. Chartae rubbed her daughter's back.
"Oh, that's ok sweetie. You can still call her, I'm sure she'll give you her new phone number. You'll still be able to talk, and maybe she can come over for a while if you want. You'll also have the chance to meet someone new." Her youngest daughter whipped her dripping nose. Her mother handed her a tissue which she took to wipe her nose.
"Can she sleep over?" she asked.
"Of course hun. Now, come on down to eat." Within moments, the family was united at the table to share the feast, only to be interrupted by the ringing phone. Kiki jumped out of her seat to answer the phone.
"Hello?" She said. There was a pause. She looked at her parents who were discussing their days at work.
"This guy says to tell you he has a slight change in plans, but will still see us on Christmas." She gave the phone to her approaching father who looked at her questioningly.
"Who is this?" he asked.
"This call has been disconnected. Please hang up your phone and dial again." Said the female recording. Mr. Chartae got up and hung up the phone, glancing at the Caller ID. The caller was unknown.
"Happy birthday dear Daniel, happy birthday to you!" Daniel's friends and family sung. It was his 8th birthday. He held in his breath, made a wish, and blew out the candles. Everyone cheered and the colorful cake was soon cut and passed out for all to enjoy. Daniel made sure he got a corner piece, one with lots of sugary frosting. He ate happily, frosting smeared over his little face, laughing along with the rest of his friends.
"I wanna open my presents now, Mommy!" Daniel said once everyone was through with the cake.
"Alright hun," Mrs. Woshcan said. She brushed back his dark black hair, kissed his forehead, and headed into the den to retrieve the presents. She found a card with no gift lying on the floor by the door. It was labeled with her son's name on it. She picked it up and put it with the rest of the cards and presents. Her son's blue eyes sparkled at the sight of all his gifts.
"Open mine first!"
"Mine's better!" The kids yelled. Daniel closed his eyes and picked one out. With glee, he tore open the wrapping.
"Yay! I bet this was from you, Derek!" He yelled. The boy named Derek smiled a toothy smile.
"I knew you would like it!" he said. Daniel picked another and ripped open the card.
"Thank you Auntie Chris and Uncle Bob!" He tore open the gift and pulled out a giant build a bear lion.
"Wow! I didn't know they had these! Cool!" he cried. He found a card near by with no gift. He decided to open that. Inside was a neatly folded letter. He carefully took it out, wondering what it could be. He unfolded the letter and tried to read the slanted.
Happy birthday! Isn't it cool that your birthday is right near Christmas? I bet you get double presents! I couldn't make it to your party, so I'll be here for Christmas! Don't tell anyone, it's a SURPRISE!
Jammie ate her dinner slowly that night, thinking of the mysterious man on the phone. Her mother watched as she pushed peas around her plate and stab her chicken a few times before eating it.
"Mommy? Do you know any body that is commin' to our house on Christmas?" Asked Billy, breaking the momentary silence that hung in the dining room.
"No dear, why?" Asked Sarah.
"Well, someone called Jammie-"
"We were just wondering, like, if Uncle Rick was coming over or something," interrupted Jammie. She glared at her little brother who slouched in his chair at her glare before taking a messy bite of his chicken.
"Not that I'm aware of. But finish you dinner you two," she replied, and after she cleaned up her children's messes, she made her way to the living room and watched the news, listening to her son's airplane noises in the room above.
"We have another around the world warning. Serial killer Allan SanTenna was found again and is said to be in the Maine area. Everyone is suggested to keep all doors and windows locked. We have no more info on his where a bouts or were he will strike and when, but we will keep you updated," said the woman on ABC News.
Worried, she picked up the cordless phone and dialed her husband's cell phone number. Hearing his voice reassured her for a moment, and she closed her eyes, wishing he was next to her on the couch, holding her tightly. Trying to keep her voice calm, she explained to him what she had heard on the news.
"Everything will be ok," her husband reassured her. "I'll be home before you know it."
"I love you, Tom," she said, as if it was the last time she would get to say it. "I love you, too, baby," her husband replied, lovingly. She missed him so much.
After a few more minutes of talk, they said their good-byes and hung up the phone, Sarah already missing his voice. She made her way upstairs to Billy's room.
"Bath time!" she called to him. She heard him jump over his bed and run into the bathroom, where Sarah started to fill the tub with warm water.
"Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles!" Billy cheered. Sarah let her son fill the tub with bubbles, stopping him before he made a mess, and helped him strip off his clothes and get into the awaiting tub. She washed his hair as he played with his bath toys, and when he was clean, he got out and wrapped himself in a large towel. He ran passed Jammie's room, shrieking from the cold, and then into his own room where he proceeded to dress in the pajamas his mother laid out for him.
Smiling, Sarah made her way back downstairs and into the kitchen. She cooked up a bag of buttery popcorn (which did nothing for her diet she tried to keep herself on, even though her husband insisted she didn't need "no damn diet") and plopped on the couch, surfing for something interesting to watch.
Meanwhile, Billy, fully dressed, appeared in the doorway of his older sister's room who was in her bed, reading one of the Harry Potter books.
"Is your friend commin' for Christmas?" Billy asked Jammie who looked up from her book, hearing her brother come in. He jumped in her bed and looked over her shoulder at the words he couldn't read yet. She said nothing for a moment, thinking about the phone call.
"I hope not Billy, I hope not."
"Hello?" Jo listened in on the recording of her father's last call.
"Aaron, how are you?" said a cool voice.
"I'm fine, may I ask who's calling?" her father asked, confused. The recording continued with static in the background.
"This is Allen. I just wanted to let you know I will be able to make it for Christmas."
"Allen? Allen who?" There was a pause. "Hello?" There was a click as he hung up. Jo switched off the recording and glance at the nearby TV.
"…Allen SanTenna is in the Maine area…" informed a reporter on the news. Jo bit her lip nervously. Was that Allen that had called?
The sun slowly sank behind the trees as the afternoon turned into dusk. Jo looked for her father, but he was nowhere to be found. She had been watching TV all day and lost track of the time. She continued to watch it, hoping for more news about Allen.
The house grew dark and shadows grew in the corners. There was a sound at the front door, of a key being inserted into the lock, and the door opened revealing her father.
"Hunnie, you should be in bed," he said. Jo glanced at the clock.
"It's only 8:30," she whined.
"You can read for a bit or something," he said, with lack of anything else to say. He had too much on his mind. Jo got up and headed into her room, with much to think about herself.
She double checked her windows, making sure they were locked. She closed the blinds, drew the curtains, and huddled in her bed, as far away from the windows as possible.
She glanced around the room every second, at every shadow and object. The wind outside blew, tree branches hitting against the window. Jo threw her covers over head and squeezed her eyes shut until finally she drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Meanwhile, Aaron had been all around the house two, three, four times, checking all the doors and windows. He jumped at every squeak in the floor, at every howl of the wind. Finally, he ascended up the stairs to his room, checking in on Jo on his way. He watched her covers rise and all to her breathing. He approached her, kissing her forehead. She looked so much like her mother. He closed his eyes for a moment, then left her room.
He walked into his own room, stripped down to his boxers, and climbed into the big bed. It was so empty without his wife, Marissa. And now, her murderer was back; for him? For Jo? He didn't know what to do. He couldn't have his only daughter murdered, but he didn't want her to be alone in the world, going from foster home to foster home. He eventually drifted into a sleep much like Jo's. Uneasy and full of nightmares.
Dinner was over, and the kids were off in their rooms, whether they were actually sleeping or not was unknown to Lee and her husband Dave. They sat in the living room, discussing the matter of the previous phone call at dinner.
"I don't know any Allen," Lee said, looking at her husband, who shook his head in agreement. They watched as the news reporters gave warnings about the serial killer, Allen Santenna. An idea stuck Lee; could this be the Allen?
"What if that was the Allen that called?" Lee suggested, pointing at the images of Allen on the TV screen. He looked at her concerned, wondering the same thing.
"I want out before Christmas!" demanded Lee.
"No matter where we go he'll find us. Until the police get him-"
"He'll just escape again!" cried Lee.
"Well, what can we do about this?"
"We can move!" argued Lee. Dave sighed.
"There's not enough time; we'll never make it out of here before Christmas. We'll be fine," he reassured his wife. She was far from reassured though, knowing that a serial killer was loose. She leaned on her husband, hoping he was right.
"But why us?" she asked. Dave shook his head. A young Kiki walked into the room.
"Mommy I can't sleep. The wind scares me." Lee walked her young daughter back to her bedroom, relieved to have something to do, rather then listen to the warnings about Allenn.
"You want me to tell you a story?" she asked. They sat on her little bed. Kiki nodded her head, her curly blonde hair and bangs bouncing.
"Who's Allen?" Kiki asked. "I heard you and daddy talking about him." Lee bit her lip.
"Well, he's a bad guy. No one likes him."
"He just does bad things," Lee replied.
"Why does he do bad things?" Kiki asked. Lee paused.
"That's a good question. I really don't know."
"Maybe he needs a hug." Lee smiled and began to read to her one of her favorite stories. Soon, she was sleeping soundly. Lee kissed her daughter and headed off to bed. She thought of Allen, worried. She though of what her young daughter said. Why would he do something like this? How could he do something like this? What kind of person is he?
Her husband soon made his way upstairs, joining his wife in bed. He held her face close to his. "Everything is going to be fine," he said. She nodded and lay her head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart. She hoped to God he was right.
Soon after he last of the party guests left, Daniel helped his mother clean up after the party, bringing all his gifts to his room. He found the mysterious letter from Allen on the floor. He looked it over again.
"Mom? Who's Allen?" he asked his mother whom he found doing the dishes in the kitchen.
"Allen?" his mother said, looking up from her work at the sink. "Allen who?"
"I dunno," He said, shrugging.
"Why do you ask?" she said, curious.
"Just wondering," Daniel replied, deciding not to say anything. Cho watched her son walk into his bedroom, then returned to her work. She scrubbed pans, threw out old food, and emptied the trash, which was over flowing with paper plates, gift wrappings, and torn open envelopes from the party.
Daniel organized his things in his room, giving everything a place. He looked over the note once again. He didn't know any Allens. H placed the note carefully on his desk, face down, and continued cleaning his room. His father came up shortly after and they worked together, getting the job done twice as fast.
Later that evening, he sat on the couch with his parents watching TV. Suddenly, their show was interrupted for "Breaking News."
"We have more info. concerning Allen SanTenna." The news lady said. Cho switched off the TV and looked at her husband with a worried look. She sighed and glanced at the clock.
"Well, I think you should be heading off to bed, k bud?" Daniel nodded, yawned, and kissed his mother and father good night, and headed to his bedroom. Cho sat on the couch I few moments longer, finishing her tea, and then headed off to her own room. She changed into her favorite flannel pants and crawled into bed pulling the comforter over her shoulder.
Her husband walked in, not more then an hour later and quietly changed for the night, crawled into bed along side his wife, and kissed her softly on the forehead. Cho's eyes opened slowly, and she smiled at the sight of her husband. She kissed his lips tenderly, and then suddenly remembered the warning about Allen on the news. As if reading her thoughts, her husband asked if she had heard about him.
"Luke, maybe we should buy an alarm?" Cho suggested. Her husband shrugged. "I doubt it would do much good, but I also doubt he'll come near us. I wouldn't worry about it." Some what reassured, Cho fell asleep, touching Luke's lips one last time.
Sarah watched her children play outside in the snow and began to heat up some hot chocolate. She sipped hers quietly in front of the TV and waited for her little snow bunnies to return from their play.
Soon, they walked in soaked with snow and with little red noses. Sarah helped Billy with his snow pants and jacket as he wildly told his mother about his adventures with killer snowmen. Jammie rolled her eyes and helped herself to some hot chocolate. Sarah followed behind, making some for Billy.
"When's Daddy coming home, Mommy?" Billy asked. Sarah looked at her slippered feet. "Daddy won't be home till after Christmas," she replied.
"Did you expect anything less from Dad?" Jammie asked.
"Jammie! You're father is a busy man. He can't help the fact that his job requires this from him," Sarah explained, though not believing it herself. Jammie shrugged.
"Well, anyways, Santa's coming tonight, and he doesn't want any upset kids. I heard Santa got a big bonus in…elves. And he has lots of new stuff." Sarah winked at Jammie who brightened at the sound of that. "Does that mean Santa's finally getting me a cell phone?"
"Santa still needs to feed his little elves, you know," Sarah teased her daughter.
"I think we should leave Santa some fruit this year. All those cookies are making him fat," Billy chimed in.
"Yea, Santa is trying to stick to his diet," his mother replied, who looked at her own stomach. "I don't think he's doing too well with that."
As the day slowly turned to night, the family readied themselves for Santa. Sarah read a classic Christmas favorite, The Night Before Christmas, to Billy. The young, tired, but very excited boy, slowly fell asleep, as his mother finished the story with "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night." She put the book back on its shelf, along with many other of his favorite books, kissed her son good night, and headed to bed herself. She set her alarm for 1:00 so she could set the presents out under the tree, and she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Aaron awoke with a jump, sweat running down his face. He glanced at his clock which read 7:30. He threw the blankets off and headed into Jo's room, where he found an unoccupied bed. Worried, he went down stairs, two at a time, and stopped at the bottom, smelling the air, which smelt of strong coffee, eggs, and bacon.
Smiling, he headed for the kitchen where he found his daughter frying the bacon, just as he had taught her. He watched her as she flipped the bacon and cracked the eggs. She tossed three eggs into the air, whispered "Oh shit," and watched as the eggs fell. She attempted to catch them, but only succeeded in catching one, as the others fell to the floor, spilling yellow yoke every where. Aaron laughed, and Jo spun around, surprised.
"Next time, don't throw them all at once," he said, as he grabbed three fresh eggs and began to juggle them. He tossed them into the air and watched as they fell one by one onto his hand. He bowed and Jo laughed. Together, they cleaned up the mess, and sat down for breakfast.
After breakfast, Aaron did some last minute work, hoping to be able to take Christmas day off, which was only tomorrow. The afternoon ticked by, and as five o'clock rolled around, Aaron and Jo went over to Auntie Kristin's where the Christmas party was held every year.
Jo went right into Becky's room where she found the rest of her cousins. Aaron helped himself to a Bud, and worked his way through the crowd and into the kitchen where he found his sister, Kristin.
"Airbare!" she cried at the sight of her big brother. He embraced her in a tight hug, and gave a nod to her husband, sharing a smile.
The night went on with its usual family talk, how the kids were doing, the newest technologies, and soon, the infamous Allen SanTenna came up.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I think this guy is full of shit. Who is really that cold hearted to go around killing random, innocent families?" a friend of Kristin's said.
"I heard he cuts off their heads and hangs 'em up like stockings on the fire place," Kristin's husband teased.
"Mitch! That's gross!" she said, covering her ears. Aaron finished his beer, and went out onto the porch to throw it into the recycling bin, trying to stay away from the current subject. He listened to the wind blowing in the darkness and thought of Marissa, as he did from time to time. He heard the door open behind him and saw his sister at his side.
"Sorry about Mitch," she said. Aaron sighed.
"No big deal. He didn't mean anything by it."
"No, he didn't. But Aaron, it was so long ago. It can't be good to keep thinking about her like this."
"We were supposed to be together forever."
"Aaron you guys were in high school! I mean, sure, you got married and all, but things happen. And you can't blame yourself for that."
"You don't under-"
"No, maybe I don't. But you still need to move on with your life."
Aaron said nothing. Kristin sighed, kissed his cheek the way she used to do when she was younger, and headed back into the house.
Moments later, Aaron did the same, and found that the conversation was now John Deere tractors.
"I'm telling you, they're the best you'll find," said Kevin, Mitch's brother. Mitch laughed.
Jo appeared by the doorway, yawning. Aaron glanced at the wall clock.
"Looks like someone's a little tired. I know its past my bed time," Aaron teased. He said goodbye to everyone, giving his sister one last hug, and him and Jo returned to the car and headed home.
As Lee went out to do last minute Christmas shopping, Dave stayed home with the kids and began an intense snow ball fight. It started out all five kids against him, but Kiki, feeling bad for her old father, joined his side. With just him and Kiki, they didn't stand a chance. If it wasn't for Nick on their team, the girls would have been in the dust.
Dave dived into their snow fort with Kiki close behind, as Michelle, Rudy, and Hannah, bombarded them with snowballs. Nick took the opportunity of being unnoticed and ran inside the house, locking the door behind them, and laughing at them through the frosted window.
Eventually the door was unlocked and the family changed into warm clothes and made s'mores by the fire burning warmly in the fire place.
Lee returned home later that evening, sneaking in through the back door so the gifts would be unseen. She headed into her room, hid the presents in the closet, and returned downstairs and joined her family in making s'mores.
Soon, the children were all put to bed, and Lee and Dave began wrapping the unwrapped gifts, playfully throwing balls of tape at each other. When the job was finished, they placed the gifts carefully under the tree, helping themselves to the milk and cookies. They then tip-toed back upstairs and huddled close in bed.
"All the doors and windows are locked, right?" Lee asked, worried.
"Yes, everything will be fine. You have nothing to worry about," Dave reassured his wife. He held her close to him, and they both drifted off to sleep.
Cho and Luke awoke to the sound of their son jumping on their bed. "Mom! Dad! Make a snowman with me! There's lots of new snow!"
Groaning, Luke climbed out of bed, got dressed, and headed outside with Daniel and began creating their new friend. Cho searched the house for buttons, scarves, and carrots to be used for the snowman. Outside, the three of them rolled together the three body parts of their snow man and Luke placed one on top of the other. Cho and Daniel gave their snowman a face and a scarf to keep him warm. Cho took pictures of Luke and Daniel with their new friend, laughing when one of his eyes fell off.
After a long day outside, the three returned into the house, cuddled on the couch, and watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, Frosty the Snowman, and other Christmas favorites. Soon, Daniel fell asleep on the couch, and Luke carried him off to bed.
"Dad," whispered Daniel. Luke tucked him into bed. "Yea?"
"Who's Allen?" Daniel asked.
"Allen? I don't know any Allen's." Daniel showed him the note he got with his other birthday presents. Luke read it carefully. He looked at his son, trying to hide the concern in his voice.
"Maybe this note belongs to some one else," he lied, hoping it would convince his son. Daniel, too tired and excited for Christmas to care, shrugged and closed his eyes. Luke kissed his forehead and joined his wife in their bedroom, throwing the note into the trash. He then kissed his already sleeping wife, and he too fell asleep.
He listened to the wind howl. He watched the snow fall. He sat in the dark and waited. Waited for the lights to go out. Waited for them to finish putting the gifts under the tree. Waited for them to finish filling the stockings. Waiting. Threeo'clock neared. It was time.
He approached the first house. The Farcentini's. He smiled. He always loved this. The mind games, the sneaking, the killing, the blood, and best of all, getting away with it. He was good at it, and he liked it. It was what he was meant to do and no one could stop him. Not even himself. It was what he lived for. And tonight was an extra special night. Christmas Eve. The night it all started. A night he could never forget. The night his own parents were murdered.
He pushed the thought aside, clearing his mind. No need for such nonsense. He climbed onto the railing of the porch and hoisted himself onto the roof of the house. He slowly worked his way to the chimney, careful not to slip on the wet snow, and worked his way down, like Santa would do. It was a tight squeeze, but he managed all the same.
He sat in the fire place for a moment, letting his eyes adjust and planning his way through the house. He loaded his gun, adjusting the silencer, and crept up the stairs were he was greeted by a growling dog. But he was prepared for this, and with one shot, the dog was lying helplessly on the ground. He carried the dog to the end of the stairs where he would come back for it later.
He then headed for Billy's room. He found the little boy sleeping in his bed, his eyes rolling behind his eyelids, dreaming of all the gifts he would receive, if he wasn't about to die.
He picked up the young boy, who immediately awoke, and sat him upright on the bed.
"Santa?" he asked, confused. Allen laughed.
"I'm one of Santa's…helpers. Santa sent me on a very important mission, and he wants you to help me," he said. Billy looked at him confused.
"What do I have to do?" he asked
"All you have to do is watch," Allen replied, smiling. He grabbed a pair of socks sitting on the floor and stuffed them in Billy's mouth. Instantly he tried to scream, but not more then a small muffle came out. Allen laughed. He tied the young boy's hands and feet together and carried him into his sister's room. He tied another rope around his neck, and carefully tied the other end onto the ceiling fan in the room. He held the screaming boy up, and Jammie awoke with a start.
She started at the sight of her younger brother, then at the man who held him. She opened her mouth to scream but Allen was quicker. He pulled out his gun and shot her with one swift shot to the head. He stood the boy on a chair, and continued to Sarah's room. He threw the covers off her and held the gun against her head. She turned suddenly, confused about what was going on, and saw the face she often saw on America's Most Wanted.
"Get up!" he yelled. Sarah got up instantly, tears pouring down her face.
"No, please, don't hurt me. This wasn't supposed to happen. The dog, the dog, the dog…Billy! Jammie!" She sobbed. Allen pushed her into Jammie's room where she saw her daughter, laying in a pool of her own blood. She then saw her son, hanging from the ceiling fan, but standing on the chair. He screamed and cried.
"Please! Don't do this! I don't even know you! I'll give you whatever you want! Please stop!" she cried. Allen slapped her.
"Shut up, bitch!" he yelled. Then he pulled out a knife and sliced her neck. He threw her on the ground, and headed toward Billy.
"Merry Christmas, Billy," he said and kicked the chair. Billy hung by the rope, kicking and screaming. Slowly, he began to turn blue, and he hung silently.
He then dragged Jammie's body down the stairs next to the dog. He began to saw off their heads. He then found himself a hammer and nails and hammered each one against the fireplace. He carefully placed the headless bodies against the wall, tying each one with a bow. He then returned upstairs and began to do the same thing to Sarah as he did with Jammie and their pet. He decided to leave Billy hanging.
When he finished, he stood back to admire his work. He pocketed the hammer and nails, along with his gun and knife. Feeling good about his work, he casually walked out the front door, down the street, and to the next house.
He walked deep in the shadows, careful to avoid any sign of life, and definitely avoiding the one cop car that cruised down the dark street. He approached the next house, which homed the Shantevii's. This one was familiar to him. He had been here only a few years before. This was the first house he came to, but only managed to kill Marissa, mother and wife. That's what led to his second arrest. A mistake he was sure not to make again. He felt confidant this time of killing off the rest of the family.
He entered this house through the bulk head which lead to the basement. He knew this was always unlocked. He climbed up the stairs onto the main floor of the house, and then up to the second floor. He approached the first room, which contained Aaron Shantevii. He approached the side of the bed, thinking of how he wanted to do this one. He decided he would do it slow and painfully, much like how he killed Marissa.
He leaned close to Aaron's face and whispered in his ear. "I'm back. And this time, you'll be joining your dead wife." Aaron's eyes shot open and looked into the eye's of his wife's killer. "You bastard!" he yelled, but was too slow to react. Allen drew his knife, and stabbed him square in the chest. He twisted the knife slowly in him, as if he had a spoon and was digging for something. He dug and dug into his chest, blood squirting everywhere.
Aaron's faced twisted in agony, his eyes wide, mouth open, attempting to scream, but he could do nothing. His arm shot up at a weak attempt to punch Allen in the face. Allen dodged the blow and pressed down hard on the knife, which was now completely lost in Aaron's chest. Allen pulled the knife out slowly, twisting and digging on the way out, and soon, Aaron's face stayed the same, his eyes wide, full of pain; lifeless. Allen withdrew the knife and rinsed it off in the bathroom sink. He gave himself a quick wink in the mirror, and headed to Jo's room, who he found standing outside of her father's room, shocked.
Jo looked at Allen with wide eyes. He reached behind him to grab his gun, but Jo took off at full speed out of the house. Only the second house, he couldn't let her get away. He followed her outside and took a shot at her, but missed. He chased her down the dark streets and into the woods. He watched as she tripped over a hidden rock or root and stumbled to the grown. Not wanting to get lost, he stayed on the edge of the woods and took another shot at her, this time with success. She was probably still alive, but she no longer mattered to him. She was down and not moving, and she would just end up freezing to death.
He decided he was finished with them. He didn't bother go back in the house; they were both dead, or would be soon. So he moved on to the next house.
The Chartae's were next on his list. He walked about a mile before approaching their house. It was getting late, already four o'clock. He helped himself inside the house, crawling through an unlocked window. He worked his way to the bedrooms where he found five sleeping children. More work then he expected. A new planned crossed his mind. He would have to save this house for last.
So he exited the way he came in, and made his way to the Woshcan's home. There, he decided to make a quick and easy entry. He picked the front door and helped himself inside. He found his way to Daniel's room and took a lighter from his pocket. He lit the sheet of the boy's bed and watched as it quickly began to catch fire. The young boy awoke with a start, but it was far too late.
Allen made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him, making sure the boy would not be able to escape. He then went across the hall to the next room where he found the boy's sleeping parents. He lit Cho's long hair on fire, which awoke her with a start. She screamed at the site of a man in her room, and at the pain of her head burning.
Allen lit the bed on fire, as he did with Daniel's. Luke woke up at the sound of his wife screaming and soon found himself engulfed in flames. Their screams pierced the quiet night. Allen watched as their faces twisted with pain. Luke tried to get up, tried to make his way to the bathroom, but only to get twisted in the sheets of the bed and fell to the floor. He rolled helplessly on the floor, but by this time it was too late. His skin turned black and began to melt away. Cho, in the mean time, was rolling on the bed, with no more luck then her husband.
He decided to leave them, now that the exciting part was over, and left them to die. He opened the door to the boy's bedroom which was in flames, wall to wall. The boy was surely ashes along with the rest of his things in the room. Feeling satisfied, Allen left the house to burn and worked his way back to the Chartae's.
Once back at their home, he hotwired the minivan that sat silently in their driveway. He then returned through the open window, inside the house, and proceeded to Lee and Dave's bedroom. He switched on the light, gun in hand, and waited as the couple sat up in bed. Then, he took two quick shots through their faces.
He then entered the twins' room, Hanna and Rudy. He tranquilized them both and carried them into the car. He then returned into the house where he found the teenage boy, Nick, awake and confused. Seeing Allen in the house, he screamed, hoping to wake his sleeping sisters, and ran down the stairs, and out the door. But the athletic boy wasn't fast enough. Allen tackled him to the ground, tranquilized him, and stashed him in the car with his sisters.
He returned into the house once more and found Michelle and Kiki, just waking up. Michelle screamed at the sight of Allen and ran into him, knocking him to the floor, giving Kiki an opportunity to run out of the house. Allen stabbed the tranquilizer into her arm and left her lying in the hall and went to find Kiki. He dashed outside, but the young girl was gone.
Cursing under his breath, he went back inside to retrieve Michelle and put her in the car with the rest of her siblings. He then got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the drive way, hoping to find Kiki along the street.
With no luck, he decided to leave the town. With nothing left for him to do, his job was done. He cruised onto the interstate which was dark and lifeless. He sped down the deserted road and out of the state, where he would remain missing for quite some time.
Tom pulled into the drive way of his family's home early Christmas morning, hoping to surprise his family of his early return. He returned the car to its spot in the garage, and entered through the front door into the house.
"Merry Christmas!" he called. Silence. "Hello? Any one awake yet?" He headed into the living room where he found the Christmas tree, looking as it always did, with the hand made ornaments and decorations. But what hadn't expected were the gifts left by Allen.
Next to the tree, he found the three headless bodies of his wife, Jammie, and the dog. Blood dripped all around the bodies. He felt sick and he vomited right there. Stepping aside from his vomit, he continued into the room where he found the missing heads, hanging from the fire place. He was shocked, speechless, and didn't know what to do. Then he fell on his knees and cried. How did this happen? He should've come home earlier. How could he just leave them? He cried and cried. He wanted to touch his wife's face, but it made him sick. The last time he did touch her was just a few weeks ago, when he kissed her goodbye. Their last kiss.
He then realized Billy's head wasn't among the others. Was he still alive? Did he manage to escape? He searched the house for his son, but he was no where. He made his way to Billy's bedroom but found nothing. He looked in his room with no luck. Finally, he looked in Jammie's room and found the boy hanging from the ceiling fan.
Tom rushed to the boy's side and untied the rope. He laid his son on Jammie's bed which was covered in blood. He took out his cell phone and frantically dialed 9-1-1. Within five minutes, paramedics arrived at the scene and rushed Billy to the hospital. Sarah and Jammie were covered in body bags and removed for investigation. Tom was left to be questioned by the police, but he was of no use to them. He had only just got home.
He made his way to the hospital where his son was taken. After much surgery, CPR, and the works, the boy, by some miracle, was brought back to life. Tom was allowed to see his son, and he held his hand hard.
"Hey, Billy," he whispered. "Daddy's here."
Billy looked at him weakly. "You came home early, Daddy." Tom smiled. "Yea, I did, just for you, buddy." Tears ran down his face.
"Are Mommy and Jammie O.K.?" he asked. Tom tried to hold back his tears, but with no luck.
"I don't know," he said. He couldn't bring himself to say it, not now, not on Christmas day. Who would have the heart to do something like this? How could this happen to his family? It wasn't fair.
Billy continued to weep softly, with not a lot of strength to do much else. Tom stayed by his son's side, never leaving him for a moment, afraid of losing the last of his family.
"What most people consider a Merry Christmas, wasn't so merry for these four unlucky families. Jammie and Sarah Farcentini were murdered last night, their heads found hanging on the fireplace. Billy Farcentini, youngest and only son of Tom Farcentini was found hanging from a ceiling fan in his sister, Jammie's bed room. He was brought to the hospital and by some Christmas miracle, was brought back to life. He now stays in the hospital with his father.
Aaron Shantevvi was also found dead this morning. Two years earlier, his wife Marissa was murdered by Allen SanTenna. Police think Allen came back to get him and his daughter, Jo, who is currently missing in action. Police are still investigating the scene and are trying to find the girl.
Lee and Dave Chartae were also found dead this morning. But four of their five kids are currently missing, along with the family's minivan. Police think the four children were kidnapped last night.
The youngest of the five kids, Kiki, was found early this morning in front of the police station. Cops said her sister tackled the "big man" and gave her a chance to escape, where she eventually found her way to the police station.
The Woshcan family was also murdered last night, the last of the four murders. Cho, Luke, and Daniel Woshcan were found dead in their bed rooms. A neighbor reported the house being on fire. Firefighters found their bodies dead, all burned alive.
I have an update on Jo Shantevii. She was found in the woods across the street from her home with a bullet wound in her right shoulder. Police say her body was found frozen to death, face down in the snow.
These four unlucky families are thought to be the actions of the murderer Allen SanTenna. His whereabouts are currently unknown, but he is thought to have the four Chartae children with him. These four children are currently missing. If you have seen these children or know anything involving the murders, please contact your local police.
That is all the time we have now. Be sure to check back with us again at six for updates on the Allen SanTenna murders. I hope you all have a very merry Christmas. I'm Tina Washington from ABC News."