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The Xmas Files by Frank Cammuso and Hart Seely
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The Place: 37 ELM STREET
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BETHLEHEM, PA.
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The Time: 11:51 PM, DECEMBER 24TH
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Fox Mulder: We're too late! It's already been here.
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Dana Scully: Mulder, I hope you know what you're doing.
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M: Look Scully, just like the other homes: Douglas fir,
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truncated, mounted, transfromed into a shrine; halls decked
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with boughs of holly; stockings hung by the chimney, with
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care.
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S: You really think someone's been here?
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M: Someone, or SOMETHING.
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S: Mulder, over here, it's fruitcake.
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M: Don't touch it! Those things can be lethal.
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S: It's OK. There's a note attached: "Gonna find out who's
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naughty and nice."
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M: It's judging them, Scully. It's making a list.
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S: Who? What are you talking about?
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M: Ancient mythology tells of an obese humanoid entity who could
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travel at great speed in a craft powered by antlered servants.
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Once each year, near the winter solstice, this creature is
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said to descend from the heavens to reward its followers and
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punish disbelievers with jagged chunks of anthracite.
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S: But that's legend, Mulder--a story told by parents to frighten
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children. Surely you don't believe it?
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M: Something was here tonight, Scully. Check out the bite marks
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on this gingerbread man. Whaterver tore through this plate of
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cookies was massive --and in a hurry.
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S: It left crumbs everywhere. And look, Mulder, this milk glass
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has been completely drained.
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M: It gorged itself, Scully. It fed without remorse.
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S: But why would they leave it milk and cookies?
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M: Appeasement. Tonight is the Eve, and nothing can stop its
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wilding.
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S: But if this thing does exist, how did it get in? The doors and
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windows were locked. There's no sign of forced entry.
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M: Unless I miss my guess, it came in through the fireplace.
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S: Wait a minute, Mulder. If you're saying some huge creature
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landd on the roof and came down this chimney, you're crazy.
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The flue is barely six inches wide. Nothing could get down
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there.
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M: But what if it could alter its shape, move in all directions
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at once?
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S: You mean like a bowl full of jelly?
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M: Exactly, Scully. I've never told anyone this, but when I was
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a child my home was visited. I saw the creature. It had long
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white shanks of fur surrounding its ruddy, misshapen head. Its
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bloated torso was red and white. I'll never forget the horror.
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I turned away, and when I looked back it somehow took on the
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facial features of my father.
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S: Impossible.
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M: I know what I saw. And that night it read my mind. It brought
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me a Mr. Potato Head, Scully. IT KNEW THAT I WANTED A MR.
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POTATO HEAD!
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S: I'm sorry, Mulder, but you're asking me to disregard the laws
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of physics. You want me to believe in some supernatural being
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who soars across the skies and brings gifts to good little
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girls and boys. Listen to what you're saying. Do you
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understand the reprecussions? If this gets out, they'll close
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the X-files.
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M: Scully, listen to me: It knows when you're sleeping. It knows
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when you're awake.
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S: But we have no proof.
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M: Last year, on this exact date, SETI radio telescops detected
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bogeys in the airspace over twenty-seven states. The White
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House ordered a Condition Red.
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S: But that was a meteor shower.
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M: Officially. Two days ago, eight prized Scandanavian reindeer
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vanished from the National Zoo, in Washington, DC. Nobody--
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not even the zookeeper--was told about it. The government
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dosn't want people to know about Project Kringle. They fear
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that if this thing is proved to exist the public will stop
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spending half its annual incom in a holiday shopping frenzy.
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Retail markets will collapse. Scully, they cannot let the
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world believe this creature lives. There's too much at stake.
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They'll do whatever it takes to ensure another silent night.
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S: Mulder, I--
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M: Sh-h-h. Do you hear what I hear? On the roof. It sounds
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like...a clatter. The truth is up there. Let's see what's the
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matter.
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===================END FORWARDED MESSAGE===================
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