31:59 — When the Year Never Dies Based on True Unsolved New Year Cases | Psychological Time Horror Series Disclaimer: This story is inspired by real-life events, police records, missing-person reports, and unsolved cases. Names, locations, and certain circumstances have been altered, but the fear… has not been changed. Prologue The world celebrates the New Year on December 31 . But there are places where December 31 never ends. Places where clocks freeze at 12:31:59 . And whoever is present at that moment… never enters the next year. Part 1: The Final Night Countdown Location: Sector–9, Old Industrial Zone City: (Name removed from records) Date: December 31 Time: 11:17 PM The cold was unnatural. The fog didn’t rise from the ground— it seeped out of the walls. I am Aryan Verma , a freelance documentary writer. I was researching unsolved cases connected to December 31. Over the past 19 years, from this very area, every December 31 night between 11:59 PM and 12:05 AM , at least seven...
Location — Garland, Texas, USA
Year — The first incident was recorded in 1987, but people kept it hidden for a long time.
Part 1 — The Night When Happiness Turned into Screams
Today was a very special day in our house.
Birthday colors, the scent of laughter, and Dad’s overwhelming fake confidence were floating in the air.
My little brother Jamie Michael turned 5 years old today,
but the way he talked and behaved…
it felt as if the soul of an old priest lived inside him.
Mom — Dyra Michael,
who, if she remembers anything in this world, remembers only makeup.
Dad — Rio Michael,
who knows how to do everything, yet never completes anything properly.
And me… Ciara Michael,
famous in my town by the name “Super Girl.”
And our beloved—sorry—not a dog!
Sam.
Mom and Dad don’t even like calling him a dog.
We were all especially happy today because for the first time after the wedding, we were going to visit Grandma and Grandpa’s house — Garland, Texas.
An old city…
where many real-life horrifying incidents have been recorded.
Arrival — and the First Danger
As soon as the car stopped near the old wooden gate,
the gate opened on its own with a creaking sound—
“Kurr… kurr…”
“Grandma!” Jamie shouted.
But Grandma didn’t look the way we remembered her.
Her face was pale, her eyes sunken,
and her body looked like the dry bark of an ancient tree.
Grandpa came out holding his real rifle, as usual.
The problem was—his eyesight was very weak.
The moment he came out, he yelled—
“Who’s there?! Tell me, or I’ll shoot!”
And he actually fired the gun!
Dad screamed in fear—
“Dad! It’s us! Rio Michael!”
“Oh… okay… okay…” Grandpa said,
then held the rifle as if it were a toy.
Something Was Wrong Inside the House
As soon as we stepped inside, I noticed something disturbing.
There were Christmas trees in every hallway and every room…
even though it was July.
And on every tree were hanging decorations—
small red ornaments shaped like human hands.
I asked Mom,
“Mom… what are these?”
Mom gave a light laugh,
“Your grandma has always been a little… different.”
But I knew it.
That smile was fake.
The Truth of the City — Mrs. Senta Claus
That night, after dinner, Grandpa began telling a story.
In a deep voice, he said—
“Be careful, children…”
“In Garland, between 1 a.m. and 3 a.m., Mrs. Senta Claus appears.”
The moment Mom heard that, she froze in fear.
Grandpa continued quietly—
“She isn’t the real Santa Claus…
and she isn’t even human.”
“She comes once every year.
Wearing torn black clothes…
a smile drawn with red blood…
and carrying a red basket.”
“What does she do?” I asked.
Grandpa looked at me and whispered—
“Speak softly… even the walls can hear.”
“She takes children away…
and in return leaves a body part for the family.
Sometimes an ear…
sometimes a nose…
sometimes an eye…”
Grandma spoke for the first time that night—
“And if she truly likes a child…”
She pointed her finger toward Jamie.
“Then she never returns that child.”
My heart began pounding in my throat.
Jamie’s First Strange Behavior
As the night grew darker, strange things began to happen.
Everyone was asleep… except Jamie.
He was standing near the window.
I walked up to him nervously.
“Jamie? What are you doing?”
He didn’t look at me. He just said—
“She’s here.”
The ground felt like it slipped from beneath my feet.
“Who?”
Jamie smiled softly…
It wasn’t the smile of a five-year-old child.
“Mrs. Senta Claus…
she came to see me.”
And then…
The sound of nails scratching the window—
“Krrrr… krrrr…”
I froze.
Gathering all my courage, I looked outside…
And my scream died in my throat.
A long black shadow…
glowing red eyes…
and an old red hat on her head.
She wasn’t moving.
She was just staring at the window.
Grandma’s Secret
Terrified, I ran to Grandma’s room.
She was awake.
The room was filled with small wooden dolls…
all of them missing their eyes.
I shouted,
“Grandma! Someone’s outside! Wearing a red hat—”
Grandma stood up and said—
“She didn’t come for you…
she came for that child…”
Her head slowly turned toward Jamie’s room.
I screamed,
“How do you know?!”
With a trembling voice, Grandma said—
“Because…
Mrs. Senta Claus was my sister.”
My blood froze.
“What?!”
Grandma broke down crying—
“In 1987, my sister made a deal.
She wanted eternal beauty…
but the condition was—every year, she had to give up one child.”
“A child she liked.
A child who had… something ‘special.’”
I whispered,
“And Jamie?”
Pure terror filled Grandma’s eyes—
“She marked his soul even before his birthday.
She came to take him…”
Darkness
And then…
All the lights in the house went out at once.
In the darkness, footsteps echoed—
“Thud… thud… thud…”
Someone was climbing the stairs.
Toward Jamie’s room.
I ran—
“JAMIE!!!”
But just as I reached the room…
the door slammed shut on its own.
From inside came Jamie’s laughter…
and a deep, raspy female voice—
“Hello… Jamie.
Did you like my gift?”
I slammed against the door—
it wouldn’t open.
Suddenly, the lock turned by itself.
The First Gift
I went inside.
Jamie was gone.
The window was open.
On the floor lay
a human finger,
still warm.
Beside it was a note—
“First gift.
See you soon.
— Mrs. Senta Claus”
And This Story Will Never End
After that night, Jamie was never found.
But every 7 days,
a new body part appears on our doorstep.
Sometimes an ear…
sometimes an eye…
sometimes a broken child’s tooth…
And every time, the note has only one line—
“I am preparing Jamie.”
No one knows where Mrs. Senta Claus lives.
But the people of Garland say—
She takes the children…
who are something ‘special.’
And this story,
every time, everywhere,
begins again—
with a new child…
Mrs. Senta Claus
Part 2 — The House Where Children Become Only Memories
After Jamie disappeared, no clock in the house worked anymore.
It felt as if time itself had bowed down to fear.
Mom sat in front of the mirror, putting on makeup again and again—
but this time not to look beautiful…
only so she wouldn’t have to see her fear reflected back at her.
Dad tried to fix everything—
but every time, something else broke instead.
The radio would turn on by itself.
The TV showed nothing but static…
and inside that static, a woman’s face appeared—
a red smile…
dry, empty eyes…
and lips stitched into a grin.
Grandma stayed silent.
Grandpa now kept his gun loaded at all times.
And Sam…
he sat by the door all night, growling—
as if he was trying to stop someone from coming in.
The First Sign — Jamie Is Alive
On the third day after Jamie disappeared…
something was written on the wall of my room.
In red.
Not paint.
“Sister, it’s very cold here.”
My breath stopped.
It was Jamie’s handwriting.
I ran to Grandma.
She looked at it…
and said only this—
“He is half in this world now…
and half in her world.”
“Her?” I asked.
Grandma replied softly—
“Not the North Pole…
but the place where lost children never grow up.”
The World of Mrs. Senta Claus
For the first time, Grandma told the whole truth.
In 1987, near Garland, there was an old church—
St. Hollow’s Church.
On Christmas night, 13 children disappeared there.
The police said—
“They must have run away.”
But the truth was different.
Beneath the church, there was a door.
It opened only on the longest night of winter.
Beyond that door…
was the world of Mrs. Senta Claus.
A frozen forest,
where the trees were made of human bones.
Where the snow was not white…
but black like ashes.
And at the center stood her house—
not red…
but the color of blood.
Jamie’s Dream… or a Warning
That night, I had a dream.
Jamie was sitting at a wooden table.
In front of him were piles of toys…
but the eyes of every toy were moving.
She was standing behind him.
Mrs. Senta Claus.
Now her face was clearly visible—
half of her skin was gone,
bones showing from underneath.
And her voice…
“Your sister is very brave…
maybe she will be next.”
I woke up screaming.
And I saw—
beside my bed lay a small shoe.
Jamie’s.
Grandpa’s Last Bullet
Grandpa made a decision—
“Enough is enough.”
In the middle of the night, he went outside with his gun.
Snow was falling…
even though it was July.
Suddenly, she appeared in front of him.
Wearing red clothes…
but the clothes didn’t move—
as if her body itself was the clothing.
Grandpa fired.
The gunshot echoed.
But Mrs. Senta Claus laughed.
The bullet stopped in midair…
slowly turned around
and flew back toward Grandpa.
The next morning…
only Grandpa’s coat was left on his chair.
There was nothing inside it.
Fear Spreads Through the City
In Garland, people began pouring salt outside every house.
Children were put to sleep far away from windows.
But it made no difference.
Every week…
another child disappeared.
And at every doorstep—
a “gift.”
Sometimes a tongue.
Sometimes fingers.
Sometimes a heart.
And every time, the same signature—
Mrs. Senta Claus
My Turn
One night…
a note arrived with my name on it.
“Ciara, you are ready.”
The temperature in the room began to drop.
The windows started to freeze.
Sam barked loudly—
then suddenly went silent.
The door opened.
She was standing there.
She leaned down and whispered into my ear—
“Super Girl…
without you, this story is incomplete.”
And then—
darkness.
But the Story Doesn’t End Here
Because I am writing this.
How?
From where?
Even I don’t know.
Sometimes from a hospital room…
sometimes from a frozen forest…
sometimes from inside a child’s dream.
If you are reading this—
be careful.
If in your city
snow falls in July
or
a Christmas tree decorates itself
or
you find a “gift” at your door—
then understand this…
Mrs. Senta Claus
has already learned the name of your city.
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