Belial The Christmas Elf

I was very young when it happened, and it happened on the most jolliest of holidays; Christmas Eve. I remember making Santa a Christmas list of the options listed here: 
* Batman: The Animated Series on DVD
* WWE 2K 17 (on the Xbox 360 of course)
* The new Nerf Blaster 
* And a skateboard
The only things I got last Christmas was some Lego Batman games (which is still cool), and some boring school clothes. Like every Christmas, it's always the same.
I wanted to believe that Santa Clause is real, but my big sister, Sally, is a total "Valley Girl", and my parents are Way to cheap; might as well be born and raised by Mr. Krabs from SpongeBob. It's always like this, I try to get my hopes up, but my snooty sister and my penny-pinching parents always ruin it for me. It's like their life goal is to get me to grow up and stop believing in Santa Clause. Try as I might, it never gets better. that is, until that very night, when it all happened in a blink of an eye. 
I have never forgotten about Belial. The first time I've heard of that name, was when my best friend from Middle school, told me that Belial was a Christmas Elf that works for Santa, and tries to get boys and girls into the spirit of Christmas by giving the said child "Early Presents" before Santa gives the child what they begged from the jolly old elf. Belial is believed to be The Entertainer, keeping the kids stalled till Santa arrives. 
I became thrilled, I've never thought that Santa would hire an elf to stall kids till The Man in Red arrives to their houses. You see, Belial would go from house-to-house, and tell the kids to be patient and they'll get what they want on Christmas. Since I was a believer in Santa, I wished for the elf would come. 
And later that night... He did.
I got into bed, before hearing a rustling sound downstairs. It sounded like someone is moving objects around. I thought it was either mom or dad doing something downstairs, so I went downstairs and looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary. Till I got to the kitchen, and saw the pantry door wide open, and the candy jar was laying on the floor, skittles, and M&M wrappers were everywhere. I now thought, mom and dad Never make messes, because mom has OCD, and dad knew that if he leaved messes, she'll freak. I can practically hear it now. I went to turn on the lights, but no light ever shined. Well dammit, must have a power outage. Either that or mom and dad have to change the light bulb. Which costs money, if you catch my drift. 
Then, my disgruntlement was interrupted by a sound of scratching inside the pantry. I went upstairs to get my flashlight, went back down to the kitchen, crept slowly towards the pantry, and shined on the source of the scratching. 
It was my cat, Calico. He was our orange tabby my dad bought from the pound on my birthday. He walked out and I petted him for a bit. He really did gave me a scare. Then, I noticed that he wasn't following me to bed as usual. I looked back at him and noticed... He was, smiling at me. I gave him a puzzled look, and, then I noticed that he was beginning to grow. To the size of a child. His orange stripped fur began to sink into his now wrinkly pink body; becoming hairless. His eyes began to turn bloodshot and his cat-like fangs became jagged, and yellow. Calico's body contorted into a human shape as the sound of crunching bones is heard from the cat. As my cat's insidious transformation settled, the rest of the figure was revealed.
His skin was a pale, icy looking blue. His ears was like Santa's elves, except it was much larger, like a bat. His nose was long like the nose of a troll, and his face looked grizzled, but more human then I thought. His body looked human in shape, but animal in appearance. A wide smile full of pointy, yellow teeth beamed across his face as he emitted a sickening, almost, gnome-like cackle, enjoying the pleasure of scaring me to death. He moved around the room with such speed that I was caught off guard. This thing looked about 4 feet tall, and with that kind of height everything towered over him in our large home. A shiver ran up my spine as he spoke. I was paralyzed in both fear and aw at the creature that stood before me. He then moved again at fast speed to the living room. I thought he was moving towards the tree, but it walked passed it and started going down the hallway into... Into Sally's room.
I tried to scream with all my might but no sound would escape my mouth. As I finally was able to choke out "Sally!" Screams had already filled her room. Sally came running out of her room screaming her head off as the little troll followed suit babbling with demented glee. The creature's twisted arms reached out and grabbed the legging of her pants, pulling her by her ankle back into the room. I stood up from my spot on the stairs and motioned for Sally to come to me. 
Sally's screams fell silent. The Elf emerged from the room alone, his nose seemed shorter now, his face even more deformed now. I gripped Sally's hand tightly and we ran for our parents' room. We wailed on their door again and again, but they wouldn't come out. We would have tried harder to get their attention, but we could hear it coming up the stairs as each small foot hit each step. The demonic midget licked his lips with his long, skinny tongue as he slowly approached us. We began to pound on the door as Belial got closer and closer. Our parents wouldn't open the door no matter how hard we banged on it, and the small creature was nearly upon us. I felt it's breath on me as it excitedly panted, getting further. I expected it's breath to be hot like that of a dog's, but instead it felt like the coldest winter chill caressing my young boy skin. 
I took the doorknob and shook the whole door as savagely as I could before it finally opened. The door swung open and before I knew it we were pulled in by our parents, who looked as freaked out as I was. Me and Sally hid in the bathroom as our parents confronted the hobgoblin. But then we heard our parent's screams of agony and terror mixed with the sound of bones snapping off and flesh peeling. I let out a soft and painful "No..." and suddenly Sally got an idea. 
She made sure the door was locked (obviously it was), opened the window, and gestured me to jump out. I told her that we're on the second floor of the house, and that we'll get hurt. She then told me that we'll be fine and that we'll just move along the roof till we hop off onto our parents' cars. I crawled out and walked along the roof. It was kind of slippery as the snow and ice covered it. Plus it was chilly outside. Sally got out as well and shut the window. We walked alongside the roof till we looked down to see the cars below, and heard the bathroom door inside rattling. We counted to three, and made a leap of faith onto the hood of dad's Honda. We ran from the house, down the block, and made our way to a person's house for help. Luckily the man saw our terrified faces and alerted the police. 
There were no survivors. Except Calico, who was mostly an outdoor cat to begin with. Glad he's safe. He found me down the street and hurried itself to me. I thought it was the Elf at first, but I took a deep sigh of relief that he wasn't. 
The police took us to Mercy Home For Boys & Girls, an orphanage just a mile from our home of Downer's Grove. It's actually pretty nice there, the clerks were nice, the other homeless kids were nice. We were singerly at ease. Until, that Christmas morning. We were opening our gifts, Sally got what she wanted, tickets to go see Lincoln Park. But, what I got... Was mom and dad's heads inside, along with a note.
"Have yourself, a merry little Christmas..."
Category:Psychopasta
Category:Christmas
Category:Beings
Category:Dismemberment
Category:Alleged paranormal phenomenons or entities
Category:Urban Legend
Category:Death