A childhood Christmas nightmare resurfaces as a masked past returns. Trauma, memory, and truth collide when the man once called Santa walks free—and the horror refuses to stay buried. Continued Part of IS IT REALLY SANTA - written in 2022.
“Skyfall is where we start…” – As Adele sang in Skyfall
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive, and will come forth later, in uglier ways  - Sigmund Freud
Desperate for a job, a young man takes a night shift at a newly opened BPO in Delhi, ignoring the rumors of a vengeful spirit haunting the building. He soon discovers the chilling truth behind the tales, and his first night becomes a terrifying fight for survival against a threat far more real than any ghost.
Arlo, a writer, has moved into the former home of Jennifer D'Costa, a fashion designer who went missing in 2008. Arlo finds a diary belonging to Jennifer and becomes intrigued by her story and the circumstances surrounding her disappearance. He plans to use the diary as inspiration for his writing, hoping to uncover new truths about Jennifer's life and disappearance. The story raises questions about Jennifer's fate, the police investigation, and the rumors surrounding her disappearance.
Aman was a man in his late twenties. He had recently moved to Delhi due to job-related issues and now lived in a 17-floor flat, occupying the 10th floor.
Finally, after landing my dream job in LA, the next challenge was finding a comfortable place to live. As a bachelor, the process of renting a flat became a nightmare. After speaking to 15-20 landlords, one finally agreed. I now had a two-room apartment to call home.
New Year - The festival of starting the life again with a new hope and excitement, in which people tries to forget their worse and dark recollections and wishes to replace them with more happy and joyful moments but this festival always makes me remind of the mistake that I did 5 years back and it still makes me feel ashamed of me and the worse part is it's unforgettable.
As Christmas approached, a mix of excitement and dread filled the air. For most people, it was a time of joy, but for me, it carried haunting memories that I couldn't escape. It all began when I was just eleven years old, a time when innocence and belief in Santa Claus were still intact.
Recently, I moved to San Francisco, which is 25km far from my parents place, as I got a job at an IT Department. They were offering me a good salary amount so couldn't refuse the offer. I live in a small two rooms apartment with my roommate Ron.
