A/N: Thanks again for the reviews! This chapter I want to see if I can make you all cry. Well maybe not cry but feel sympathy at least. Or empathy, that's always good too! :D Sorry, I'm evil when I want to be :P But yeah, be prepared to cry or whatever I'm good at emotive writing. Probably my strong point... I still don't own The Nightmare Before Christmas. If I did there would be a sequel by now :P I hope you enjoy the chapter! (wow... I went a whole A/N without saying anyway! Oh wait... I just said it :S )

*The next day*

Jack had been up all night reading the three pages over and over. The book made no sense! The tall skeleton man stared at it, a perplexed expression platered on his skull. He turned to the third page one more time before the book began to glow. Jack's eye sockets widened as it shook in his skeletal hands. It eventually stopped and the page turned itself right to the back. Jack gazed at it in awe as words wrote themselves in a spider-like scrawl on the page in black ink.

This book is the history of Halloween Town. It is to be owned by the current Pumpkin King, Jack Skellington only.

Jack, if you are reading this it means that Halloween Town has been created. You are to be the King of Halloween and this town along with the people that come to occupy it. You will understand everything soon enough. Fame will come as well as many titles such as The Master of Fright.

Good luck,

Your Future Self.

Jack's eye sockets widened as far as they could go. "My future self?" he wondered. Did this mean that this book had been written by him in the future? He read the three words over and over, the words buzzing in his skull. He didn't understand. Why him? Why was he to reign over this dull town? What was Halloween?

Everything about this day, October 29th, was miserable and melancholy. It was as if the sky itself was crying. Sally stood there in the rain long after the funeral was over. Her heart throbbed at the sight of her loved ones name engraved on the stone. Tears trickled down her face from her large eyes. "Hello there doll face," a smooth, deep voice spoke from behind her. She turned around to see a tall-ish man. He was almost as tall as Jack used to be... Fresh tears rolled down her face at this thought.

"James Boogie? What are you doing here?" she questioned him weakly, wiping the tears from her eyes. He took hold of her hand.

"I'm here to finally win your heart. That's gonna be a lot easier now," James answered, throwing Jack's grave a loathing glare. She snatched her hand back and slapped him across the face with her other hand. He smirked. "Ya know, I always liked a girl that was hard to get."

"No, can you not see how upset I am? I understand that you and Jack never got along but this is too far!" She yelled at him, slapping him in the face again. He scowled. "Just leave me alone!" And with that, she swept out of the cemetery in her black dress. James Boogie stood there, rejected.

"I swear on the blood of my family that if I can't have you, no one will..."

Fresh air, that's what I need. Jack thought to himself as he stepped out of his tall, crooked house. "Ah Jack! I was just coming to see you!" Doctor Finklestein called to him from the other side of the bent, iron gate that led to the stairs to Jack's home.

"Oh really? Is there something you want to tell me, Doctor?" Jack asked quizzically.

"Tell you? Oh no it's something I want to show you!" He beamed.

A few minutes later Jack and the Doctor were inside the laboratory. The doctor wheeled himself up the spiralling ramp inside of his home, closely followed by Jack. The place, unlike the previous day, was now filled with various machines and equipment. Doctor Finklestein led the 7ft skeleton up to one of the higher floors and into a room with a large, rectangular work bench. A still form lay on top of it, hiding under a grey, roughly stitched sheet. "What is it doctor?" Jack questioned curiously. He stepped over to the work bench.

"Well I haven't got a name for her yet but I suppose you could help me choose it?" The doctor suggested, pulling off the scrap sheet. Jack gazed at the creation, remembering the red-headed girl from his dreams. The creation in front of him was almost identical. The rag doll (or at least that's what Jack assumed her to be) had the same auburn hair as the woman in his dreams. This "rag doll" had a pale blue complexion, slightly uneven red lips and stitches all over her cloth body. To Jack, she was beautiful.

"Sally..." He whispered before he could stop himself. He had no idea why this name had come to him. Perhaps it was someone from his past life?

"Sally eh? What a nice name but, out of curiosity, why Sally?" Doctor Finklestein asked Jack.

"I have no idea..." Jack replied. The doctor opened up his head and scratched his brain.

"Shall we bring 'Sally' to life then?" The doctor gestured to a switch on the other side of the room. Jack grinned and stepped over to the lever.

Sally wandered back to her home under the the ominous light of the full moon. She hugged herself for warmth, though it didn't make much of a difference. Her numb fingers reached for the key in the folds of her dress. Fumbling the key into the lock, she noticed it didn't go any further than halfway. "No..." Sally breathed. She looked in the window to find a sign that read:

You left the rent too late, sorry,

The landlord.

Sally banged her fist on the door. She had nothing now except the contents of her bag. Nothing. Her life was meaningless. No job. No home. No money. No Jack... Slumping down against the door, she sighed. There was nothing for her to do.

*An hour later*

Sally looked down at her fate, but she did not realise it at the time. Waves crashed against the cliff and rocks below. Sally came here to think often. It was her sanctuary. She gazed up at the stars, coming away from the edge of the cliff. If she fell down there... She dreaded the thought. A little sigh escaped her red lips. What was she going to do? Where would she live? How was she going to pick herself up from these tradgties? "I heard you lost your house," someone said from behind her. They placed a warm hand on her shoulder and she looked up. Her expression turned from blank to loathing.

"Get your filthy hands off of me James!" She turned to him, pulling back from his grip.

"Oh get a grip Sally, I'm here with a proposition. If I'm correct it's the same one you gave to Twiggy before his passing," James smirked, inching foreword towards her.

"His name was Jack Skellington! Not Twiggy!" She defended him. James chortled.

"Ah, tomato tomato. I was wondering if you wanted to stay at mine till you get your life together. It'll be just you and me, what d'ya say?" He grinned, raising an eyebrow and stepping closer. Sally took a big step back, practically on the edge of the cliff.

"I would rather die!" She spat at him. He scowled, then glanced over to the shap rocks below that the tide cascaded against.

"Fine, have it your way..." He spat back darkly, "Bye Bye, doll face!"

And with that, he pushed her off of the cliff. The rocks alone cut and scared her body but the fall also smashed her skull open. The waters consumed her body, turning red with the innocent blood that had been spilled. James's eyes widened. What had he done?!

Sally's wide eyes fluttered open. Her eye sight was slightly blurred but she could make out two figures to the left of her. The whirring of machines filled her ears as she looked around in bewilderment.

"Ah so you're finally awake Sally, we were starting to have doubts about the experiment working!"

A/N: ok I would like to tale this moment here to that Sally Skellington15 for her help and reviews. Ok that's it, this will probably be the last chapter I'll upload till after Christmas because the whole family, that I don't see often, will be coming to visit and stuff so yeah :P