You try to run, but your little legs won’t quite go as fast as you need them to. Tears stain your cheeks as you desperately look for your parents. All around you the flames dance as sinister horned shapes run between them. You tried so, so hard to be good this year, honestly you did. You did all your homework, ate all your greens and even helped with the chores. None of that matters now, though. You had hoped for a gift from St Nicholas thisChristmas but now you’re being hunted. Hunted by Krampus, for this is his night.