Disclaimer: I do not own The Nightmare Before Christmas. If I did I would have the game available for PC so I can play it. .
The Seven Nightmares of Halloween
The Pumpkin Queen
The Halloween Queen starred off into the distance space of her dank and cold crypt that had been her home for countless centuries. Her once radiant emerald skin has long since faded and the slithering serpents of her hair has slowed or slept more often then in the days of their youth. She thought about her last Hollow's Eve Performance just earlier that evening. How, from a shroud of a solid stone likeness she burst through in red rage. All her serpent locks hissing in a frightful display and venom rained down that made the people scream from their bones.
But the screams were not so strong as before she realized. The energy in her scared had grown shallow and her own ghostly allure had lost its spirit.
"I have grown old." she said to herself as she gazed out the cobweb windows to the All Hollow's Eve moon with its nightmare face. "The End of Days draws near…"
The citizens of Halloween Town liven for countless years in frightening harmony in their haunted lands, yearning for nothing but to make each Halloween better then the last, and under the reign of the Pumpkin Queen that wish was granted over and over again. Year and year.
So it was a great surprise to every ghoul from the tiny vampire bat to the great skeleton trees when, upon the eve of the new year the Queen of Halloween announced her retirement.
The stunned crowd in the meetinghouse soon erupted in an uproar of confusion and demands for and explanation .
Two especially curious ghouls waited in the rafters for the noise to die down.
With a motion of her long slender hand the commotion of her people was obediently silenced.
"It is time that I should choose a successor to take my place as ruler of our wonderful town. For seven Halloweens the youth of our people shall organize their own festivities; improve their powers with each passing year, until one proves the most worthy." Then the meeting was over. The fate of all Halloween Town was no long in her hands, but in the hands of her people.
Outside the meeting house and at the outskirts of the pumpkin patch a small boy of bones and bag of bugs met together.
"Who do you think the Queen will choose?" asked the boney boy. His hallow eyes mysteriously emanated an innocent air.
The burlap phantom's fabric face folded into a wicked grin, "It shall be me my friend, if not you. Between the two of us one is bound to be King!"
Each ghoulish lad smiled with excitement.
"If neither of us are chosen we will still have more fun then ever before." The young Jack giggles, "These shall be the greatest Halloween's ever!"
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