Snow is falling endlessly, I'm missing my family, and I'm stuck hunting a Djinn. I look at the house I'm parked across from noticing the frost forming on my window. I doze off, but suddenly jerk awake finding myself at home..
I rub my eyes, getting out of my car. I walk up the path noticing the smoke bellowing out of the chimney. I smell gingerbread in the air. Through the door, I see gifts under the tree and stockings hung.
Is this really my house..? I question.
Then I realize.. the Djinn got me..
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A Hunter's Christmas
General FictionJust another day in the life- or however that saying goes. Ya know not all of us hunters are the brightest.
