Disclaimer: I don't own TNBC. Be glad I don't...HalloweenTown would never be the same.
Author's Notes: Okay, this chapter has a bit of Phantom of the Opera crossover. Just, be warned.
You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge.
In pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent...
What was her wish? To make contact with the skeleton through the Ouija board? Well, maybe. How else? Write him a letter? Call him up? I don't think so.
Julie had briefly seen the Bone-Man. Just a mere glimpse of the blood red coat and the coarse beard. Ever since then, she committed her life to find out who he was. What he was, and where he was.
The internet turned up little results, books held nothing. Speaking with people about him did nothing, as they knew nothing.
A supernatural way to find out more about a supernatural thing...Perfect.
Silent...
Sitting cross-legged on the floor of her room, the Board in front of her. Fingers on the pointer, the candles flickering...
"Bless this Ouija session, let no evil come to me..."
I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge -
"I ask the Spirits to come, and commune with me..."
in your mind you've already succumbed to me...
Silence.
Julie held her breath, eyes steadily watching the board and pointer, waiting. For something, anything.
"Is anyone there...?" She asked in barely a whisper, the sudden feeling that she wasn't alone washing over her. The power crackling like static in the air. Her neck prickling, goose bumps forming on her arms.
dropped all defenses...completely succumbed to me.
Slowly, the pointer slid over to "Yes". Julie let out her breath in one slow motion.
Had it been her that did that? Wanting so badly to make contact that she did it herself without even realizing it?
Maybe.
"Who are you?" She asked, not noticing that she was holding her breath again. Breathe, dammit!
Slowly, the pointer slid over the letters, spelling out a name.
J-A-C-K.
"Jack?"
YES.
"Are you the one that pretended to be Santa?"
YES.
"Why?"
B-O-R-E-D.
Bored? Julie wrinkled her brow, but was too excited to question the spirit more about that. She made contact! She did it! Her heart fluttered, breathing again...Though now she breathed in quick shallow breaths.
Though, maybe she should question him more about the "bored" thing? Maybe.
Her mind raced on the questions she wanted to ask, though she settled on one.
"If you could pose as Santa...then you must have some connections.." She said, more to herself...trying to word the question she wanted answered.
Though the pointer moved.
K-I-N-G.
"King?"
YES.
"Of where?"
H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N-T-O-W-N.
Hmm...interesting.
now you are here with me, no second thoughts.
you've decided,
decided . . .
She wondered if she could have some fun with this...See if he really was who he said he was. Curiosity wasn't the one that killed the cat..Curiosity was framed. Ignorance was the real murderer. And apparently, Julie had left all common sense behind.
"If you're really king...Prove it."
Stupid...stupid...stupid! But somehow, Julie wanted to know. She wanted to see.
The pointer didn't move.
Julie licked her dry lips, eyes darting about,"Come on, Jack..."
Past the point of no return..
no backward glances...
It was then, that Julie felt the slightest touch on her shoulder. As if she had walked into a curtain of spider webs. She let out a thin gasp, snapping her head around to look over her shoulder. Nothing...nothing at all. The flickering lights of the candles.
the games we've played till now are at
an end . . .
A tall, thin shadow suddenly appeared in the flickering candle lights that danced on the walls. The tall shadow, standing right next to her...
Julie screamed, hand ripping itself from the pointer. Scrambling back until she felt the dull pain of the closed door hitting her back.
The pointer was moving itself.
I-A-M-J-A-C-K.
The shadow slithered smoothly across the wall towards her.
T-H-E-P-U-M-P-K-I-N-K-I-N-G.
Before Julie let out another scream, the shadow melted away...as though it were never there.
The candles flickered, then suddenly went out. As thought snuffed by an invisible hand.
Groping blindly for the door knob, she finally found it, and wrenched the door open, scrambling into the hall.
Im the master of Fright...And a demon of light.
Past the point of no return...
Author's Notes- Yes, more notes. The next chapter is going to be the last one for this story. Don't spazz out though. The last chapter is going to be the best of them, by far. The Grand Finale, you could say. Nothing like going out with a bang, eh? .