Millions die everyday, few don't cross over. Those few chosen are destined for a different purpose. Whether they choose to or not. Today the Mayor picked the canidates for the new Halloween King. The last King passed away tragically from old age. The Mayor decieded that it would be nice to have a different monster as the face for Halloween. A skeleton, he thought... You never see any skeletons around...
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Clasped and held. Thick and stiff. Mangled and dead. Heaven... said to be the most beautiful place of all. A violen played faintly in th air. Such a beautiful sound, he wished he could hear it better.
Jack opened his eyes to be flooded with dirt. He couldn't move his arms and dirt was in his eyes! He lifted his head, rooting it out of the ground. Cool air greeted him. Jack breathed in... no. He made as if to breathe in but no air filled his lungs. He lifted his shoulders out of the ground and then his arms. The dirt had fallen away from his eyes granting him sight once again.
He was in a graveyard under the shade of a dead tree. Oh no, he thought, this isn't heaven. He used his arms to lift himself out. The moonlight luminated his appearance and suddenly he wanted to cry. Bones... nothing but bones. He backed up on a headstone in shock. No... no... and the violin still played.
Then he heard voices... "Lets check this way." "No you baffoon! We checked there already." "Never hurts to look." "Go check youself." "I'm the Mayor. You follow me." There was a rustle from a nearby bush and a plump man and a skinny woman appeared. She gasped. Jack pushed himself further on the headstone. The plump man stepped foward once, "It's ok. No ones going to hurt you. You can call me Mayor. Are you Jack?"
Jack moved his head slightly, "I'm dead." "Yes well unfortunatly you are." Jack didn't know what to say. "Come on," said the Mayor, "Lets bring you somewhere a bit more comfortable." The little woman in the witch hat held out a blanket for him. He wondered why, he couldn't feel the cold but walking around with no clothes or even
skin on kind of disturbed him. Hesitantly, he reached for the woolen cloth and wrapped it around his shoulders.
Jack saw the Mayor nod and begin walking the way from whence he came. Jack felt slightly dazed. He was dead and now he was following two complete strangers. No, no... this couldn't be happening.
"Jack?" the Mayor turned around. Jack had stopped and was staring straight ahead. "Jack?" the Mayor asked again.
Jack felt light headed and dizzy. No... Jack repeated... no. "No!" he yelled aloud, "I won't live like this! I won't!" "No one's telling you you should," the Mayor replied. "No!" Jack began to back up. "Jack?" "No!" Jack turned sharply around and ran. The Mayor was too late to warn Jack before the skeleton man fell off Spiral Hill.
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