Author's Note: Wow! You actually think this concept is going somewhere? Oh happy day! I'm not being sarcastic, so don't worry about being patronized. As for any grammar problems... it's the commas, isn't it? I'll try to cut down on them, but they're so addictive. See, I keep using them in sentences! Anyway, William "Billy" Colby, Doctor Flaherty, Rosie, and anyone else who appears in this fanfiction and not in the movie is mine. Yes, they're all mine. Jack Skellington and any other characters, places, and references pertaining to the film belong to the many people who own parts of "The Nightmare Before Christmas." I'd write all them down, but I'm feeling a little lazy today. So if I may, I would like to present more of Mister Colby's disturbed life. Oh, and before I start, I'll write cues to signal that you are traveling in and out of Billy's past. That's all of it, I promise. (Re-edit comment: Wow, that disclaimer was long. Sorry, guys.)

"You mentioned that you first saw Mr. Unlucky at the age of fifteen?" Doctor Flaherty asked before Mister Colby could begin.

"That's right," he said, raising one eyebrow. "Why are you writing that down?"

"Just a note for any future references."

"Oh. Alright then."

"Where were you when you first saw him? Who was you with?"

"I was going to the cemetery with some friends."

"On Halloween?"

"Just some stupid teenage stuff."

"I see. Carry on then."

Billy- Past

At age fifteen, Billy still had not reached his height yet. Nonetheless, he was still taller than his friends, Ray and Luke. They were three regular teenage boys out for a night of fun. All three considered themselves to be too old to trick-or-treat, yet too young to completely ignore this holiday. So, they did what any teenage boys without any parental supervision or girlfriends would have done. They decided to mess with spirits.

"Luke, I'm not sure about this," Ray said nervously as his eyes darted back and forth. "I don't like dead people."

"Dead people can't hurt you. They're six feet under and ain't going anywhere," Luke replied. "Hurry up, Billy. My grandma can walk faster than you."

"You try carrying all this stuff!" Billy exclaimed as his tall yet husky figure caught up with his two friends. "Why do we need a Ouija board anyway?" he asked Luke, motioning to the backpack he wore.

"We can't conjure anything good if we don't have one."

"Next time, you're carrying the stuff."

"Stop whining, carrying that bag's doing you some good. We're already here anyway."

Luke stood in front of two rusty iron gates swinging on their hinges. The sign above them stated "Wolf Creek Cemetery," the perfect place to find the souls of the dead. Luke smiled to himself as he led his friends into the graveyard. They walked past tombstones and mausoleums until they found a lone grave in a clearing. It was here they decided to set up camp.

Using some wood they collected earlier and matches, Billy managed to light a fire on top of the grave. The light illuminated the faces of the three boys. Ray had green eyes, blonde hair, and a very anxious look. He clearly did not want to be in a cemetery on Halloween. Billy's brown eyes gazed lazily at the fire. He smoothed his messy brown hair in boredom before looking through the bag again. Luke was the only one who seemed happy to be there. His blue eyes showed a devilish spark behind his glasses. He also seemed impatient, and nearly yelled at Billy before he produced the Ouija board.

"About time."

"Hey, not my fault Ray stuffed the bag with chips."

"Give me some of those," Ray said. When Billy seemed to take too long, Ray grabbed the bag and dug through it himself.

"Dang, boy. If you eat every time you're nervous, you'll weigh a ton at Christmas."

"Shut up, Billy."

"Can we hurry this up already?" Billy asked Luke. "I don't feel like spending the whole night here."

"Fine. Everybody grab the planchette."

"What the hell's that?"

"The thing that reads the letters, Ray. Try not to get chip grease on it."

After Ray wiped his hands on his jeans, he joined the others inusing the planchette. They tried contacting any random spirit, but nothing came. A few minutes turned into half an hour, then an hour. Billy seemed to grow more frustrated every second. When Billy took his hands away from the planchette, Luke was outraged at his lack of respect to the spirits.

"Hey! You can't just leave that."

"Watch me. Forget you two, I'm egging people's houses."

"What about the spirits?"

"In case you guys haven't noticed, there are no spirits."

"That's a relief," Ray sighed.

"I'm not going to waste my entire Halloween getting someone who doesn't exist."

"That's what Halloween's about. Ghosts and spooks and scary things."

"Luke, I don't believe in all that mumbo jumbo," Billy flatly stated. "There are no such things as ghosts or any other stupid things you believe in."

"What about that time we saw a werewolf in the woods when we were in seventh grade?"

"That was just Emma Lyn Anderson's huge dog. You know it and I know it."

"If you're so sure about nothing paranormal ever existing, why don't you say it on this grave."

"Guys, can we break it up? No need to disturb the dead people."

"I will!" Billy exclaimed, ignoring Ray as he stepped onto the end of the grave. "I, William Colby, do not believe in ghosts, demons, spooks, or any critters of the night. I also think a holiday that follows them is the stupidest thing I've ever heard of in my life. The only good thing about Halloween is getting candy and playing pranks on people. Everything else sucks. Satisfied, Luke?"

"Nope," Luke said. "I dare you to put a curse on yourself."

"That's going too far!" Ray exclaimed.

"Curse on myself? How do I do that?"

"You know, say your name again and say a punishment for yourself if you're wrong about this," Luke said.

"Alright. If I, William Colby, am wrong about this whole thing, may the most terrifying spook who ever lived, died, and rose from the dead haunt me till my dying day. How about that?"

As soon as Billy asked the question, a clap of thunder answered him. It suddenly began to pour. Luke and Ray figured this was a sign from the spirits and ran out of the cemetery screaming. Billy laughed at them and decided to pack things up and ignore the rain. He was about to pick up the Ouija board when he noticed the planchette starting to move. Billy figured it was just slipping from the rain until he saw that it stopped on the letter "H" and then moved to the letter "E".

"What the hell?" Billy asked as he watched the planchette move by itself. "Hello Billy?"

Billy backed away from the Ouija board only to bump into something. At first, he thought it was a tombstone, until he felt the back of his head touching it. Billy gulped as he started to look up. That was when he saw two large eye sockets staring back at him. They belonged to a white skull which seemed to be grinning at him. Billy saw a large bony hand wave at him before he completely lost it.

Billy panicked and ran out of the graveyard as fast as his legs could carry him. He left the backpack in the cemetery, but no longer cared about it. Yet every corner he turned, the black-suited skeleton man was there. When he hid in an alleyway near the shops in Wolf Creek, he found the skeleton already waiting for him. When he tried to run home, the skeleton blocked his way. Even as he made his way to the police station, he could sense the skeleton behind him. That was why he was ranting and raving when he finally got there.

"There's a skeleton after me! I was out in the cemetery and I think he rose from the dead to kill me. Please get rid of him, I'm too young to die!"

"You were in the cemetery?" asked the policeman behind the reception desk.

"That's right."

"Hey, Joe! We have a confession!" the policeman yelled, sticking his head over to the open door next to his desk.

"What do you mean?"

"A groundskeeper complained about kids your age messing around in the cemetery. We'll call your parents and figure out an appropriate punishment for you. Now sit down and warm up, you're soaked."

"But the skeleton, he's out there waiting for me," Billy said as he looked out the window, only to see heavy raindrops falling against the glass.

Billy- Present

"That night, my parents grounded me until New Year's for disturbing the peace. The police dropped the charges, thinking being traumatized from hanging around the dead was enough."

"It seems to me that you did do something to offend Mr. Unlucky," Doctor Flaherty said.

"Alright, so what if I did? I was a kid then, a dumb kid."

"Perhaps guilt of fighting with your friends created this skeletal figure of yours."

"Nope," Billy said. "He's still after me and I haven't talked to Luke and Ray in years."

"Are you sure this curse isn't just all in your mind?"

"Were you around a couple of years back when the high school Halloween Show became a big old fiasco?"

"I read about it, yes."

"He was there that night."

"Mr. Unlucky caused that mess?"

"Well, only because he likes following me around."

"Do tell," Doctor Flaherty said as he turned a page in his notebook to write even more notes.

So, what did happen in that Halloween Show? Can Billy figure out what Jack wants from him before he goes completely insane? Can it be that this is all really in his head? Find out in the next chapter.