Short horror stories

Chimney

   It was Christmas Eve one night as a little boy waited excitedly in his bed. He just couldn't fall asleep. He was too excited to get his gifts from Santa. The more he waited, the more impatient he grew. He threw his blanket off of himself and quietly tiptoed out the door. It was snowing outside and the only thing he was wearing was his pajamas. He began to shiver, but the excitement pushed him through. 
  He then began slowly climbing up onto the roof of his house. The snow froze his fingers, making them numb. The snow also melted in his hands, making it slippery. He kelt his grip until he made it to the top. His body continued to shiver. He made his way to the chimney and gripped on to it tightly. Now all he has to do was wait for Santa.
  Two hours went by, and there was no sight of Santa's sleigh. The boy grew colder and colder. His eyes had trouble staying open as he felt himself getting tired. He wanted to see Santa so bad, but the weather was beginning to get too much for him. He decided to give up and go back to bed. At least he'd still have his presents in the morning.
  He slowly got back onto his feet but his body was too numb at this point. He felt his feet slipping as he clutched on to the chimney tighter. He then felt his feet slip from underneath him as he fell forward. He was sent plummeting down to the bottom of the chimney.