The first firgure to appear seemed to be a large zombie-like woman, whom was holding a rather large kitchen knife. Jack admired this. Jack then noticed that all of the people in the upcoming crowd all had deathly blue, cold skin. The crowd seemed to stop in the distance, random figures and features than were now very visable. However a fearful atmosphere was emitted from this crowd, forming an almost invisible barrier between the townsfolk of Halloween town and the ones from the land of the dead. The particuarily short and plump woman - whom appeared to be wearing a chefs hat - continued to walk foward. She suddenly stopped.
" Hello, my name is Mrs Plum" She spoke clearly, with a slight accent Jack had never heard. Then, out of Halloween towns crowd, Behemoth's deep, slug like voice rose above the silence.
" Mummy!" He yelled with as much enthusiasm his deep voice could comprehend. He ran towards Mrs Plum, the ground bouncing along with his heavy steps. The vampire brothers seemed very flusstered with this, as Behemonth merely missed crashing into them like bowling ball pins. Mrs Plum threw her large kitchen knife towards a rather lanky looking zombie-man, the knife logging its way into his ribs. However he didn't seem at all bothered by this. Jack raised his eye sockets in suprise, but felt slightly rude doing so. Mrs Plum opened her arms whilst Behemoth ran into them, his large eyes focusing foward for the first time in Jacks memory. The two hugged whilst smiles began to spread on the faces of everyone. The barrier of fear had been abolished, and the crowds began to move foward. Jack just caught a glimpse of Mrs Plum pulling Behemoths face in all shapes in sizes - inspecting his teeth, eyes, nose. Then the crowds collided, random names being called out and conversations setting ablaze. Jack then remembered somewhere in the crowd, there was somebody looking for him. He saw vauge skeleton characters in the crowd, but most of them seemed too enthusiastic and young for the person whom had written him a letter. He was searching for someone old.
Sally stayed at Jack's side, not wanting to be left alone in such a large cirus of exitment. Jack felt the same way. Just then, Jack noticed two characters whom were standing at the side lindes of all the exitment. His spine tingled: This was it. He just knew it. Him and Sally walked towards the two characters and began to notice the features. There was a woman in a very ancient looking wedding dress, her skeletal ribs showing through a rip in her ribs. She had blue hair and large, clear eyes. Next to her, stood an extremely crippled skeleton, his back arched immensly. He had a thin, weaving beard and was supported by a large bone being used as a walking stick. Jack was certain this was the Elder Gutknecht he was looking for.
"Jack? Is that you my dear boy?" The old man spoke, his voice sounding weak yet intellect. " It is...I mean, I am" Jack stuttered, feeling uncharacteristicly nervous. The old man scratched his pondering skull, a little flap of the bone being lifted as he did so. This action reminded Jack of himself that morning... he felt suddenly closer to this man. Perhaps they really were related. " Hello, I'm Emily" The bridal corpse spoke, her voice sounding very posh. Jack smiled at her and then realised Sally was still standing with him.
" Ahh! Hello! I'm Jack, and this is Sally" He said whilst using his hand to present her. The rag doll and the corpse both smiled shyly, and almost in unision began to twiddle their fingers nervously. Jack was astounded by these turn of events.
" we have a lot to talk about, Jack" Elder G spoke weakily. Jack was intruged by this idea.
" Why of course! Please, come and stay with me in my home. Emily, you may come to. And you sally!" Jack quickly added, in attempt not to exclude Sally.
" Thank you for being so kind" Emily said politely. The four headed off to Jack's home, leaving the now very, very large crowd of mixed ghouls and zombie-like people behind them.