Jack Skellington

Falling down a tree, which didn’t seem possible twenty minutes ago but as you stood up and walked through the dark and pumpkin lit town it seemed very possible.

“Who’s this?”

Many voices sung as they peeked out from various places. Some small, some horrifying, some so ugly they were cute.

“Nobody knows! They should meet Jack, Jack will know whom they are, yes!”

A trio of what seemed to be vampires grabbed your arms, hooking their own with yours. So many.. 'Unique faces' you would think but in reality ‘monsters’ were the right word.

The soft clicking of.. Heels? Against wood caught you off guard, your eyes slowly slid up the long legs, they were so skinny, inhumanly so and then it occured to you once you saw his head, so smooth and.. Dead.

"What have we here?"

His height had to have been double however tall you were, he had to have been over eight ft tall.

"You are.."

"Oh look! How cute! They're scared of you jack!"

"You are pretty."

The comment made his eye's soften, the black abyss they were was somehow inviting. You wanted to stare further into them.

"I don't believe I have ever been called such a thing. What about me is... Pretty?"

Your voice betrayed you, small hands sliding over his own, he was practically bent in half just for you to be at nearly face level.