AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS FRANCHISE!!!!

Chapter Fourteen: Epilogue,

The orange pumpkin sun had just risen and the light begun to creep through the crooked window and across the creaky floorboards and finally up and over the crooked bedframe to illuminate the sleeping form within. This form was that of a bone-white ragdoll, she had long red hair that fell to her lower back and awoke as the sunlight hit her brown, almost black, eyes. She smiled and pushed back her covers, sneaking across the room to the bed on the other side where there slept another young girl. This one was skeletal, and she had long red hair with swirls of black hair that was about the same length as the other girl's hair.
"Don't even think about it Allora," She stated as the red-haired one posed to pounce.
"How did you know Raven? You were sleeping!" Allora laughed as Raven sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"You do this to me every morning," She explained before yawning and walking over to their closet. She took out a black dress, much like Sally's patchwork, only in one piece, and tossed it to Allora before pulling out her own patchwork skirt and black shirt that had sleeves that hung to the midpoint of her kneehigh skirt yet cut-off at her elbow. Allora slipped her dress on and took the mid-night blue belt that had a pumpkin buckle and slipped that on as well. Raven also dressed and tied her her strangely colored hair back in a black bow.

Down the hall, Sally had just awoken and dressed before giving the sleeping Jack a kiss on the forehead and walking through an adjoining doorway of their bedroom and into a nursey of sorts. She walked over to the crooked and bent cradle and picked up the sleeping baby inside. This toddler was a light-blue color, just like Sally, only he had no eyes or nose. Sally smiled as he woke in her arms.
"Good morning, Samuel." She said as she held the child close. She was not the least surprised when a skeletal hand closed around her shoulder and a bony arm closed around the baby and a head rested atop her own. She rested her own on his skeletal, but firm, shoulder and Jack kissed the top of Sally's head.
"Good morning, Jack,"
"Good morning, Sally,"

Me: Don't know if you guys caught the metaphore, I guess, at the end ^^