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[tylrgalpins]

🎄25 DAYS OF THE FESTIVE SEASON: DAY 8🎄 ↳ Krampus (2015) dir. Michael Dougherty

[horrortvfilmsource]

Krampus (2015)

[homerjacksons]

CHRISTMAS MOVIE ADVENT

↳  December 17 - Krampus (2015) | dir. Michael Dougherty

[avadcniels]

movies i watched in 2019 ⇢ KRAMPUS (2015)

I knew Saint Nicholas was not coming this year. Instead it was a much darker, more ancient spirit. The shadow of Saint Nicholas. It was Krampus. And as he had for thousands of years, Krampus came not to reward, but to punish. Not to give, but to take. But Krampus didn't take me that night. He left me as a reminder of what happens when hope is lost, when belief is forgotten and the Christmas spirit dies.

[theyearofthewolf]

Krampus (2015)

[archived4555]

Saint Nicholas is not coming this year. Instead, a much darker, ancient spirit. His name is Krampus. He and his helpers did not come to give, but to take. He is the shadow of Saint Nicholas.

[avadcniels]

KRAMPUS (2015)

[theyearofthewolf]

“Beth stops, sensing something isn’t right when a loud thump startles her, followed by faint breathing. Deep and raspy. Beth squints through the haze. The house is about thirty feet away...and on its rooftop she spots - a stranger in a long hooded coat crouched near the chimney. But silhouetted by fog it’s impossible to see him clearly.

Beth: Uhh...hello?

The Stranger doesn’t reply; doesn’t move. He simply watches from the rooftop. His hot breath swirling in the frigid air. Maybe someone checking his chimney? But as Beth gets closer, something about this man feels very, very, off. She stops to get a better look, as the stranger stands....

Frighteningly tall, easily seven feet. A sinewy yet hulking mass drenched by fog and shadow, we can barely make out his dark crimson robes, like tattered fur pelts dyed with blood. Flickering Christmas lights illuminate a little more of him, just enough to make out an ashen beard, tangled and matted, encrusted with dirt and ice. And slung over his shoulder: a huge leather sack - a weathered patchwork of animal hides blotched by dark stains and filled with God-knows-what.

Like an obscene vision of St. Nicholas, the Stranger cocks his head, gazing at Beth. Hissing. Then, just as we’re  wondering how someone that big got on the roof - he silently leaps into the air, briefly disappearing in the snowstorm before - WHOMP! He lands on the house right behind Beth. More lights flicker. Somehow he’s causing this.

Beth: Oh my God...

Beth, smartly, runs as the Stranger leaps again - lands on another house - chasing her from the rooftops -- a preternatural predator playing cat and mouse.

Beth: Somebody help me! Pleeeeeease!

She glances back, sees the Stranger perched on a chimney - a leering gargoyle, watching her, enjoying the chase...”