Oooooohhhh... Scary stories. A mainstay of the grim and ancient town of Halloween. Here we find the tale of a child who was haunted by a black cat for thirteen years. And here we find a story of the poor man who dared to insult Jack Skellington, thus earning the King his title of Mr. Unlucky. And here also, we find the tale of Sugary Snicket, who one October 31st met Jack himself...
Of course this isn't real, you boob. If it were real, I'd be sitting in an insane asylum somewhere, unable to post this. Of course, there's no way to know that I'm NOT in an insane asylum somewhere... -flashes an evil grin-
I do not own Jack, Timmy does. Nah nanny nah, nah! You can't sue me!
Ghost Story
Quickly and smoothly
He slinks through the night,
A graceful mirage;
A shadowy sight.
When leaves start to fall
Off all of the trees,
He looks for a victim –
He searches for me.
In the room where I sleep,
I wake up in fear
And stare in the gloom
As his shadow draws near.
I dare not move an inch,
I do not even scream.
It doesn't exist;
This is just a bad dream.
The hobgoblin laughs -
The sound fills me with dread! –
As his spidery form
Approaches the bed.
"Why hello," he says
With a skeletal grin.
"What an interesting position
You've found yourself in.
It is quite nice out
This Halloween night,
Yet you're still inside;
You've turned off all the lights.
So tell me, my friend,
Why are you in bed
When you could enjoy yourself
Outside instead?"
"I'm too old for this schtick,"
I replied, "Sure, it's neat,
But I am fifteen,
I can't dress up for treats!
It just seems so wrong,
Not right, too obscene
If a stranger would greet
At their doorstep a teen!"
The skeleton laughed
In an bone-chilling tone.
"Dear child," it told me,
"You are not alone.
Millions of people
Stay home on this night,
Perhaps out of shame,
Perhaps out of fright.
But they still dress up,
Yes, they still have fun
With large groups of friends
Or a party of one.
So go on and go out –
Get yourself out there!
Feel free to get candy
Or give others a scare.
Go help out your mom;
Give the children their treats –
That is, if you're too scared
To go out on the streets!"
I smiled back at him
And I said "Not a chance!
I'm off to go scare people
Out of their pants!
Thank you for showing me
What I could do.
My name is Sugary Snicket.
Who are you?"
The skeleton leaned in towards my bed,
As if he were going to attack,
But instead he smiled and whispered to me
The reply: "My name," he said simply, "is Jack."
The creature then left me
And went back to his world
As inside of me
A friendship unfurled.
I don't really know
When I'll see him once more,
(But if I ever do,
To this poem I'll add more.)