Krampus Knock in the Dark

The winter wind carries many ghosts, but some names echo louder than the rest.

On nights like this when the bells ring hollow and the shadows stretch long across

the snow. Something ancient walks between the trees. A reminder that not every spirit

brings comfort. And not every story ends in light. So listen closely,

for in the stillness of this frozen night, the darkness has come to

sing. Snow falls quiet on the mountain pass. But the shadows

move beneath the glass. Children whisper warnings in the night. 'Cause Krampus comes

when you kill the light. Chains drag slow across the frozen stone.