A frost boy was running around the small town of Burgess, playing with the children. He made icy slides, gave them snow days, and started snowball fights. The kids really did love him. And he loved them.
On the night of Halloween, Jack had not come to play with the children. They were sad, but decided to go trick-or-treating without Jack Frost.
The night of Halloween was when Jack had died. Now, every year on his death day, he hid out in the forest alone, and never came out until the clock struck midnight. No matter how much the kids laughed, he would not play with them. Until now.
The sprite had heard a child sobbing, and he flew back to the prospering town. The sobbing child was found in a dark alley, with broken bones and bruises that were not from sports. The little girl was dirty and malnourished, her black hair long and tangled. Jack stayed with the dying girl until she passed.
Winter became angry. He was angry at whoever had done this to a sweet girl, he was furious at whoever else abused innocent kids. He became uncontrollable. Jack flew out and found a drunken man who was smoking. The man had blood on his shoes.
Jack saw red.
The next morning, the abusive uncle was found in the same dark alley as his deceased niece. Nobody was ever able to figure out how or why the man had passed. After all, how can anybody die from a little frost on your nose?
Every Halloween, many abusers and murderers were found dead all around the world. Some had been thrown out of a window, some had been hung with icy nooses. All victims had terrified expressions. And all victims had just a little frost on their nose.
That is why you have to be very careful on what you do to little children. Especially on Halloween, when Jack Frost might nip your nose.
Sooo... I just wanted to think of a little Halloween thing for you guys :)