"I still remember it as if it were yesterday."
Double D walked up in the snowy night on Christmas Eve in the cul-de-sac.
"This is where it all happened and it was a Christmas that no one would ever forget."
"It first started twenty-three years ago on Christmas Eve. As me and everyone else was enjoying the Christmas season we suddenly heard and saw something that would haunt us forever."
Twenty-three years ago it was snowing the day before Christmas and suddenly at one of the houses Jimmy ran out screaming as he was literally on fire. Jimmy ran outside and dropped dead.
"All of us were completely baffled because no one else was home with Jimmy at the time so we all wondered what could've happened."
(Not Double D)
"As a doctor for the Peach Creek Hospital, I Dr. Richard Anderson confirm after autopsy that James Mitchell Ideo's cause of death was burns inflicted accidentally on himself on December 24, 1994."
(Back to Double D)
"On New Year's Eve, Jimmy's wake was held. It was in his house and only ten people attended. Me, Ed, Eddy, the kids, and his parents. It was like a funeral for a complete stranger. The next day, New Year's Day, they buried Jimmy in St. Johnson Cemetery. Two months later, when his parents were driving to visit their son's grave, they both died in a fatal car crash and were buried by their son a few days later."
"The Ideo residence was given to one of Jimmy's only surviving relatives, his younger cousin Michael Ideo. He was only five years old at the time but when he turned eighteen he received full ownership of the house."
"For the next twenty-three years everything was silent until news reported that Michael was finally selling the residence. But at the same time, we never knew that it would become a complete bloodbath."
It was Christmas Eve, 2017 in the cul-de-sac and everyone was home for the holidays. But Ed, Edd, n, Eddy where driving to the cemetery as they wanted to pay their respects to Jimmy.
They all drove together and parked their car in the cemetery and got out so they could walk to the grave.
"I can't believe it was already twenty-three years ago." Eddy said.
"Yeah but what really baffled me is that I still remember the wake and only a few people showed up." Ed said.
They then got to the gravestone that read:
OUR BELOVED SON
JAMES MITCHELL IDEO
BORN
JUNE 12, 1982
DIED
DECEMBER 24, 1994
"Who knew that his death and story would become an urban legend." Double D said.
"I just wonder how his cousin is going to sell the house." Eddy said.
"Just by advertising I guess." Double D said.
They all suddenly heard the sound of bells ringing and looked to the right to notice a drunk Salvation Army Santa with a mask.
"Look guys it's Santa Claus!" Ed said.
"Maybe we should ask him if you're on his naughty list Eddy." Double D giggling.
"Shut up sock head!" Eddy said.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Hey why don't you give a dollar for the children?"
"I don't believe in Santa." Eddy said.
The drunken Santa gasped.
"Really? Are you inspecting Krampus to come after you?"
"Krampus?" Eddy said confused.
"He comes every night on Christmas Eve hunting bad people and those who lose their Christmas spirit."
Double D came up and dropped a dollar in the Santa's bucket.
"Okay we got to go. Bye Santa."
The Ed's then walked away.
"Krampus will be coming after you tonight!" The drunken Santa shouted waving his bell.
Later the Ed's where walking through the cul-de-sac just like when they were kids.
"I need to find some milk." Eddy said.
"I know where you could get some milk!" Eddy said.
The Ed's walked up to Rolf's house and Ed knocked on the door.
Rolf opened the door and was shocked to see three of his childhood friends. Rolf looked quite older since he was now forty years old with a long beard that went down to his chest.
"Vrolijk Kerstfeest Ed-boys!" Rolf said.
The three Ed's looked confused as of course they had no idea what Rolf just said with glee.
"That's Merry Christmas in Rolf's language of Dutch."
"Wat kan ik u doen?"
"Rolf please just speak English!" Eddy said irritated.
"Fine grumpy Ed-boy. What can I do for you?"
"Eddy needs some milk Rolf and we were wondering if you had any fresh milk from your cows." Ed said.
"Why of course! Anything for some old friends of mine. Please come in."
The Ed's walked inside of Ed's room to see a Dutch Christmas tree and a six foot tall Sinterklaas and Black Peter.
Rolf then finally came back into the room with a full bottle of milk.
"Here you are Ed-boy some nice fresh milk!" Rolf said handing it to Eddy.
"Thanks. Hey can I ask you a question?"
"Of course anything!" Rolf said.
"I was looking at your Christmas decorations and I was wondering who is that next to Santa right their."
"Zwarte Piet! In English they call him Black Peter or Black Pete."
"Okay so what does he do?"
"He is Sinterklaas's assistance and severnt." Rolf said.
"Sinter-what?" Eddy asked confused.
"In Dutch Santa Claus is Sinterklaas." Rolf said.
"Okay Rolf thank you so much but we got to go." Double D said.
"Goodbye Ed-boys and have a very Merry Christmas!" Rolf said as the Ed's walked out the door.
As the Ed's walked outside they saw Jonny 2x4 walking up their way.
"Oh great it's Melonhead." Eddy said sarcastically.
"Hya guys!" Jonny said.
"Hello Jonny. Home for the holidays?" Double D said.
"You know it Double D! Me and Plank hope to have the best Christmas ever!"
"Well if it isn't Dork, Dork, and Dorky!" Kevin said calling from behind smoking a cigarette.
"Shovel Chin!" Eddy said.
"I see you guys are home for Christmas."
"Kevin you really shouldn't smoke. It's bad for your health." Double D said.
"Double D why don't you mind your own damn business!" Kevin said before he took a puff and blew it in Double D's face.
"When did you all get here?" Kevin asked.
"Just a few minutes ago. We stopped at Jimmy's grave before we got in here."
"Jimmy? You mean the kid that got burnt alive in 1994?" Kevin asked.
Eddy nodded.
"Holy shit I forgot all about him."
"That was already twenty years ago!"
"Twenty-three years to be exact." Double D said.
Suddenly a car pulled up to show that it was Nazz who rolled down her window.
"Yo Kevin!" Nazz said.
"Oh hey Nazz!" Kevin said as he quickly threw his cigarette on the ground.
"Be at my house at five because I have to introduce you to my parents."
"Sure thing babe!"
Nazz then rolled up her window and drove off.
"How long have you two been you know?" Eddy said.
"About a few months."
"Good for you Kevin!" Ed said.
"Well tomorrow I'm going to do it!" Kevin said as he pulled out a small box causing Double D to gasp.
"Oh my Kevin that's amazing!" Double D said.
"Yeah it sure is. Well I have to go now and maybe I'll see you guys again!"
"Alright see ya later!" Kevin said before he walked off.
The three Ed's then walked off to their next location: Ed's house.
Everything seemed perfect but what we didn't realize is that far away something was happening.
An hour away was the Robertson Mental Facility. At the entrance of the facility a man dressed all in black suddenly burst through the doors and attacked the innocent people near the entrance with a crowbar. The figure then quickly got into a car by the entrance and drove away.
We didn't know that who escaped from that mental facility would end almost everyone's lives.
The Ed's walked inside Ed's house to the sound of someone they weren't expecting at all.
"ED!" Sarah shouted.
"Yes little sister." Ed said nervously.
"Did you get the bread?" Sarah said.
"Bread?" Ed said confused.
"Didn't I tell you to get the bread?!" Sarah said frustrated.
"Maybe" Ed said trying not to act nervous.
Sarah sighed and said "I'll go get it myself!"
Sarah walked out of the house and Eddy looked at Ed.
"Why are you always scared of her?"
"She screams a lot."
"Still Ed as the older sibling you should simply ask her to stop." Double D said.
"So what should we do?" Eddy asked.
"I'll make some hot chocolate if you guys want some." Ed said.
"Why of course." Double D said.
"Yeah." Eddy said.
Ed walked into the kitchen while Eddy and Double D sat in the living room and turned on the TV.
Meanwhile, the drunken Santa who confronted the Ed's in the cemetery was now in a field singing Jingle Bells to himself drunk. He continued to shuffle in the snow until he was confronted by the black figure.
"Hello my brother, care to give a dollar for charity?"
The black figure pulled out a small six-inch pocket knife and unfolded it.
"Well that's a nice knife sir but I don't think the children would like-"
Before the Santa could finish the figure stabbed the drunk Santa multiple times till the point where he was covered in blood. In sever pain he slowly dropped to the ground and died.
Meanwhile, back at Ed's house, Eddy and Double D were watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation on the TV when Ed finally came in carrying two cups of hot chocolate for Eddy and Double D.
"So what where you guys thinking of doing? Just waiting until we have to open presents?"
"Pretty much." Eddy said.
"Well maybe we can visit some people in the cul-de-sac later." Double D said.
TO BE CONTINUED