>be me
>couple days till Christmas
>Small town middle of nowhere
>comfy
>Phone blips an emergency alert
>Fox sightings reported in my area
>Whatever, it's not like they'll come all the way out-
>WHUMP
>front window
>fox holding mistletoe
>starts fumbling with latch trying to pull my window open
>I go to the back door
>fuck there's another one
>stares up at me
>robe falls open just slightly
>says she apologizes for her rudeness, but that i really should just open the damn door
>dem crazy eyes
>never give up, never surrender
>Try window to backyard
>No use, already covered
>Retreat upstairs to bedroom
>barricade door
>footsteps downstairs
>suddenly quiet
You think it's safe now? They probably left, right?