Author's Note: You are all so very nice! I appreciate the reviews and encouragement all of you have given me. I also apologize for not getting this chapter out sooner, for I needed to tweak some things here and there. As it has been stated before, I do not own The Nightmare Before Christmas. No, that was created, marketed, and proudly presented by minds far more imaginative than mine. This little collection of blurbs is mine. I also proudly present it :).

"Wait a minute, Doc," Billy said as he sat straight up. "Don't think I stopped seeing this weirdo until I was eighteen, because I didn't."

"Now, Billy, we agreed to review only the most pivotal encounters with this 'Mr. Unlucky' of yours," Doctor Flaherty said.

"I know, but for those notes you're taking, I'd like to set the record straight. When I was sixteen and learning how to drive, he just appeared crossing on the street with all the other trick-or-treaters. I swerved and hit a fire hydrant. All the water frosted over that night and Main Street was impossible to travel."

"That was you?"

"No! It was his fault."

"Anything else you would like to add before we get to this Halloween Show your school performed?" the doctor asked as he wrote more notes.

"When I was seventeen, I took Polly Sanford to a movie. Dang skeleton was in the theater! Just when I think it's the usher poking me for a ticket before the show starts, the rascal grins at me. Grins!" Billy yelled, shaking with the memory. "Being that it ain't normal to see skeletons in movie theaters, I screamed my head off. Polly left the theater and never called me back. Then she started telling people I was insane."

"So far, I have your initial trauma, car accident, and ruined romantic prospects as effects caused by this apparition. Is that correct, Billy?" asked Doctor Flaherty.

"Yes," Billy said as he lay back down on the couch. "Now, about that Halloween Show."

Billy- Past

Wolf Creek High School seemed to come alive every autumn. It always brought the Senior Halloween Show, a pageant revolving around Halloween. As always, the senior class was ready to leap at any chance to show superiority among their fellow schoolmates. Only one in particular dreaded this day.

By now, Billy had lost his belly, perhaps due to constant fright, and received a deeper voice. He reached his full height of six feet and four inches, but his maturity had yet to match his body. Throughout the first weeks of school he had protested this show. He called it an invitation to disaster to everyone who would listen to him. Unfortunately, Polly Sanford did quite a good job of convincing the entire student body of Billy's eccentricity. Hence, no one really paid attention to him. This made the night of the show even more uncomfortable for him than it was for anyone else. Not only was Billy aware of something strange about to take place, but he was the only one who could see it.

"Mister Colby, I suggest you pull that curtain instead of daydreaming on it," said an matronly older woman to the teenage boy as he hung on the drawstrings of the curtains.

"Yes, Mrs. DuBois," Billy said in a depressed tone as he pulled the curtains open and then closed.

"Doing alright, Billy?" Luke asked as he walked up to his friend.

"I didn't know there was a chicken in this show, Luke," Billy said in cynical tone, referring to the feathery yellow costume Luke wore and the plumed chicken helmet he held under his right arm.

"That makes two of us."

"You forgot Ray."

"He'd be here if he didn't throw up at the thought of large crowds."

"At least he doesn't see 'visions' like Crazy Billy Colby."

"Billy, get a grip," Luke said as he put on his helmet. "The show's about to start. See? Nothing bad's happened so far and nothing will."

"You go out there and make that farmer's daughter proud."

"Thanks. I think I'll get her number after the show," Luke said as he walked out on stage with other 'animals' to the attractive girl wearing a gingham shirt and long denim skirt on center stage.

When they were all in their places, Billy pulled the curtains open to the sound of applause. He watched as the actress said her line. Apparently, this year's pageant was based on a 'Wizard of Oz'-like story. A bored farm girl and her animals get lost in an endless pumpkin patch and meet a strange array of creatures until she finds the King Scarecrow who practices the magic of Halloween before taking her home.

He was not supposed to show up until halfway into the play. However, Billy sensed someone behind him as the play started. He turned around to see a tall male wearing a ragged outfit and what appeared to be a pumpkin head. This had to be the boy playing the King Scarecrow. He was early, too early. Billy did not like this one bit.

"What are you doing? You can't go on stage yet," Billy said in a harsh whisper.

"Me? On stage?" asked the muffled voice underneath the pumpkin head.

"Yes. You're one of the stars, George."

"Did someone say my name?" asked another voice.

Billy panicked at the new voice. He looked past the person he was just talking to and found that George, the King Scarecrow, had just walked into the backstage area. Billy stared at the boy who had his pumpkin mask taken off. He then looked to see the person he was talking to before. He started to remove the pumpkin head, which seemed to stick to his face before the head came off completely. All that Billy saw was a bony stump of neck on a tall body.

"He's back! Oh dear God!" Billy screamed.

"Shut up! The audience can hear you." George said, noticing the unnatural silence coming from the auditorium.

"Oh! I'm stuck. This is quite embarrassing," said the skeleton's head from inside the pumpkin. "Perhaps you can help me before we get down to business," it continued as the body lurched toward Billy, who was now holding a sandbag.

"Get anywhere closer and I'll take you apart!" Billy said as he aimed the sandbag.

"You really are crazy."

"I'm not talking to you, George. I'm talking to the skeleton."

"I don't see one."

"He's standing right in front of me! How can anyone else not see him!" Billy yelled as he threw the sandbag at the figure only to miss.

However, the sandbag did a lot more damage than Billy imagined. It quickly became intertwined with other sandbags. Their combined weight started to mangle the scenery. The pumpkin patch scene vanished to reveal students who were working as crew members. The actors on stage forgot all of their lines at this sight and could not proceed with the play. To make matters worse, Billy had been tugging at the curtains nervously after discarding the sandbag, which caused some of the actors to start bowing or just leave the stage.

That was when the audience began to laugh. The senior class had lost all the dignity it had tried to build up in their three previous years in one night. People who had sacrificed their Halloween night to support the students asked for refunds at the door. Mrs. DuBois claimed that this was the worst theatrical experience she ever had in her life and promptly quit being the school's drama teacher. But the most awful thing about this whole situation was that Billy was forever labeled as "The Guy Who Ruined Halloween". No matter how hard he tried to tell his side of the story, no one bothered to listen.

Billy- Present

"Mr. Unlucky was right there, and only I could see him," Billy sighed.

"This George, did he ever back you up?" asked Doctor Flaherty.

"Hell no. He was the first one who blamed me."

"You're positive you saw this stalker of yours that night?"

"With my own eyes."

"I see," Doctor Flaherty said as he pressed his intercom. "Rosie?"

"Yes, Doctor Flaherty?" asked his secretary.

"Cancel my three-thirty."

"Are you sure? Mrs. Smith is a good client. She's as full of problems as her purse is with money."

"Reschedule her for tomorrow then."

"Alright then," Rosie answered as Doctor Flaherty turned off his intercom.

"Billy, I'm afraid you have me intrigued with this relationship of yours."

"Relationship? Hell, Doc, I want to get rid of this guy, not move in with him."

"And I want to help you. What else has happened to you, Billy?"

"Lots, Doc. Let me just say it's a good thing you cleared your schedule up."

Uh-oh, what other things have happened to Billy? Is all of this really Jack's fault? How unlucky can one guy be? Find out next time. (Re-edit comment: Well, the show had to go on. Such a shame Jack lost his head over the whole ordeal.)