November 1st

Actually, it still feels like October 31st, Halloween, because the clock chimed twelve about an hour ago. It's really late (or early in the morning, however you see it as) and still everyone is celebrating outside. I managed to participate during the song this year, but it was a really simple role. Unfortunately, I feel like I am unable to sing well, and I didn't want anybody to laugh, so I just watched and let my hair get blown by the wind (at one point.)

It was a nice evening.

Jack was amazing, of course.

Everyone practically worships him, and not in an unhealthy way! I happen to think he is a gifted king and I couldn't ask for a better ruler. But I have an odd feeling he may be getting bored of his holiday.

No, I'm sure of it!

Not too long ago (what, half an hour?), I heard him singing about his sudden wariness of Halloween, his day!

It was beautiful song, no matter the sadness it held. His voice is something I've never heard before, something that always makes me shudder. Not in a scared way, mind you, but more of...amazement and awe. Anyway, when I hear him talk (let alone sing), it's as if everything else mutes and he and I are suddenly by ourselves, standing out, even if he isn't particularly addressing me. Sounds silly, I know, but I mean it.

I hope he doesn't get bored. I'd miss his smile.

November 2nd

I'm worried. Really worried.

Yesterday, after being repaired by the Doctor and scolded lightly (yes, I wasn't in as much trouble as I expected!), I simply lounged about my room after all my chores were complete. This was mainly since it had become such a routine for me each day; I had quickly finished and left with free time.

You know, my hobbies, which include writing in this and sewing (if the first one counts) are extremely limited, as it soon becomes boring. I would love to be able to try singing like everyone else, but I highly doubt my voice is meant to be used that way. I don't want Jack to hear me doing so if that were the case (and I'm sure it is!).

Okay, losing track here! I meant to say that I was worried about Jack. He was gone for most of the day, unintentionally reeking havoc in the small town while he was gone. Courtesy of the Mayor, of course.

Actually, nobody knows what exactly happened in the forest and how our king managed to visit another holiday, but frankly, I don't think anyone really pays attention to those details. I do, but that's probably because I don't have much to do. Is that pathetic? I hope not...

There was a town meeting today. I slipped the Deadly Nightshade in, snuck out, joined everyone in Town Hall, and the Hanging Tree kindly let me sit on one of his trunks. Jack sang again for us (quite adorably, I could add) and for once, I saw some spark in his eye-sockets as he told us about those shining trees and overgrown socks. He seemed much happier than I've seen him lately.

Sandy Claws sounds intriguing, doesn't he?

Jack was trying to make a point that nobody seemed to grasp, though. Actually, it was as if he thought this "Christmas" (is that how it's spelled?) was of more...well, pleasantries instead of our usual scares. Surely not. I mean, the Master of Fright enjoying presents and small toys? I would hate to imagine what he'd say to me if I mentioned such thing!

I like it nonetheless, but I'm not about to say so to anybody.

November 3rd

"You've poisoned me for the last time, you wretched girl!"

That's an exact quote. Amazing how he comes up with these names without ever repeating the same exact one.

Remember how I used Deadly Nightshade in the Doctor's soup to go to the Town Meeting yesterday? He—er—wasn't too pleased that I did that twice in a row in the course of two days. I think that's my record! But this month I've only gotten four...

I need seven to beat last year.

Wait! I hear something...is that Jack? Oh, I think it is! Why is he here?

Hold on, I'll just set this down and listen...

...

Okay, I'm back.

Experiments. Jack wants to conduct some experiments. I don't know on what, and I definitely don't know why. Hmm...

November 4th

Midnight. How many times have I made an entry for this time over the years? I wonder if this book is magical, because it seems that no matter how much I write, I always have a lot of pages left to use.

Alright. I've done it. I've run away for good. I took my stuff (which is really just this journal, a pencil, my thread with the needle, and the dress I have on) and I recently delivered a small gift basket to Jack. I don't recall doing this often, maybe just once or twice every now and then. The reason I made him one now is because I figured he'd want something to take his mind off his experiments for just a little while. It wasn't much, but the smile on his face when he got it really cheered me up. By the way, ropes near windows are really convenient!

I do have something I want to add in all seriousness.

It seems that I've developed a strange...well, habit (for lack of a better word) of getting these weird visions and sensations when something major is about to happen. For example, just last year, I imagined myself dropping a glass of water and having it shatter completely all over the ground, causing my feet to feel wet and drenching my socks, only to find that it was perfectly intact after I blinked. The next day, Boogie's Boys threw a particularly horrible, dark-green pumpkin at the large window of the laboratory, destroying it, which also led to large shards of glass flying everywhere. It smashed half of the beakers, damaged all the blue-prints displayed, and even cut the power the doctor had been generating for one of his creations. Oddly enough, by feet was soaked in pumpkin juice that day.

Nobody really got hurt, unless you count me having to be sewn in places that didn't have stitches on them before. What a shame; my face had been the only part of my body successfully without stitches and now I have a large one through my eye and mouth.

But you see? That was the worst thing that happened to us the previous fall. And I sensed it! An intuition, if you please.

This time, while I was sitting by Jack's gate, a flower I was picking the leaves off turned into a small version of the tree Jack was showing us during the town meeting! And guess what? It burst into flames! What does that mean? Disaster, I'm sure!

I have to trust what I feel...right...?

Oh yes, I've also had anxious feelings before minor things happened, but I'm not sure if that's worth telling...

I'm really tired...really...

November 5th

Jack just yelled, "This year, Christmas will be ours!" a few moments ago. I'm sitting in my usual spot in the graveyard.

Spiral Hill.

I've always loved this place. A nice view, calming surroundings...and it's Jack's favorite spot as well. One of these days, I'll be able to approach him while he's up here so we could spend a moment together. But I'm too shy, and there's been so many opportunities I've ignored that I'm sure I just ran out of luck. I doubt I'll get another chance to stand with him at the top of this hill anytime soon.

I should really go. After all, the Mayor's calling for everyone to get an assignment from Jack to help with this new holiday. Hmm, wonder what I get to do...

November 6th

Real quick:

1, I'm making the Sandy Claws outfit

2, The Doctor doesn't know what I've been up to lately

3, I'm still VERY worried

4, Jack hasn't been himself lately

5, My free time is very limited (which is extremely out of the norm for me) so my entries will be short if I am even able to get anything down

6, I'm so sorry I've been doing this to you recently. I really don't mean it.

November 7th

I think

A/N: Aww, Sally didn't finish her last entry! Then again, did you see how nice she sewed that Sandy Claws suit? Woo!