It was a cold autumn day, just like any other day in Halloween town. Jack was coming home from his "job" going to the town hall to plan the next Halloween with the mayor. As he walked up the stairs, approaching the door, he could already hear screams inside the house. Hideous, bloodcurdling screams. It made Jack proud. He entered the house to see his 5 year old daughter, Jackie, literally screaming her lungs out at her older brother, Sid, who was almost 12 years old.
"DAD!!! "Screamed Jackie, "Thank God you're home!!! Sid was being mean to me all day!!!"
Jack sighed "okay Sid what did you do this time?"
"I didn't do a goddamn thing! Jackie was the one that was…"
Jack cut him off "we don't use that kind of language in this house Sid."
"It's not a bad word it's in the bible!"
If Jack had skin his face would be red at the moment, "That's it Sid go to your room!"
Sid angrily marched up to his room muttering "toothpick assed bastard!" his breath…that is…if he had any.
Even though Sid and his dad didn't always agree they were more in common that they thought. Sid looked almost exactly like Jack, he was thin, and a skeleton. The only difference was he wasn't tall…yet, and as soon as Jackie was big enough to pick up a butcher knife she "accidentally" threw a butcher knife at his skull a few years ago and he had to get staples in his skull. Sid dreamed about being the next pumpkin king, but his sister was scarier, which only made him hate her more. Jackie would embarrass him, steal his things and bury them in the cemetery, tattle on him, make up stories to his parents about him to get him in trouble, and his dad was proud of her, and not him.
If Jackie was a boy she would be the perfect Pumpkin King. Her screams were almost as scary as her dad's, and she was even born on Halloween, unlike her brother who was conceived on Halloween (long story!). She looked like her mom, she was covered in stitches, red hair, lopsided lips. The only differences were her hair went to her shoulders and with a black bow in it that had a little skull on it. She knew that her brother longed to be the as scary as her dad and be the next pumpkin king, she knew how much her brother wanted Jack to be proud of him. So she knew that she could get revenge by being scarier than him, she knew how much it hurt him…and she loved it. She hated her brother, he teased her, called her names that she didn't know the meanings of, pulled her hair, grossed her out, and tattled on her.
"Where's your mother Jackie?" asked Jack.
"She's up in her room," said Jackie, "She said that she didn't feel good so she went to lie down."