Audiobook (Horror)- \"Candy Cane\" by Jeff C. Carter
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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candy cane magnolia sat on her stump at the edge of the school playground. She tucked her chin into her puffy pink jacket and dragged a candy cane across the blacktop, laying down a sugary white line. A group of foraging ants crawled over to investigate. Merry Christmas, she whispered. Boots crunched on dead leaves until she was surrounded. They were Ugg boots, new and trendy, each costing more than magnolias. Entire outfit. She was lanky, tall for 15, but her purple sparkle shirt and rainbow patch jeans stood in stark contrast to their fashionable black leggings. Hey, Meg, nobody sitting with your friends, laughter swirled around her like winter wind. Is it true you still believe in Santa? She does. Another girl giggled. She totally said Britney's sleepover. Magnolia said. Nothing. Eyes fixed on the feeding ants. Well, do you believe in Santa or not? Her cheeks burned red, and she shrugged, sinking deeper into her jacket. Say it, Say Santa isn't riel. The candy cane snapped against the ground, shattering into a red hook. I won't. The girls clapped their gloved hands and cackled. Oh my God, that's so adorable. I cannot wait to tell everybody before we go. Do you still believe in unicorns or the tooth fairy? The click skipped off chanting Santa Baby as they hurried to spread fresh rumors and humiliation. Their voices were erased by a grinding breath that carried an animal stench. It was not the wet hay smell of the petting zoo. It was the dank reek of sunless forest. Moss stained hide and old rot mingled with a bitter perfume of smoke and iron. Magnolia kept her eyes down, as she always did. A spider crept from a crevice, eyes glinting green and black as it watched the ants, the beasts furnace breath broke with a snort that probe the air like a question, Magnolia answered quietly. Naughty talents clacked and chains jangled. As the creature withdrew in pursuit of its prey. Magnolia watched the spider slink away with its first aunt, bound up and ready to eat. Merry Christmas, she whispered.