Dear Old Jack. A quick story for the hallowen spirit.

There once was a man named Jack. He lived a care free life in a small town. A town that almost no one named. They just called it 'the cute little town, down by the river' and everyone knew what they were talking about.


In this cute little town, down by the river where jacked lived everyone knew everyone but surprisingly there was never any gossip. Everyone liked everyone, it was one of those towns where you could ask your neighbor for a cup of sugar and they would give you the whole bag.


Everone in this town was also an exhibitionist. Every christmas the entire town would be completely decorated with plastic santas and plastic reindears. And every year around this time for halloween they would do the same but with halloween decorations of course.


Jack was probably the most excited every year for halloween. He saw it as a time for joyous laughfter and children running around in their bed sheets collecting free candy in their pillow cases.


When jack was a little boy his mother would always tell him the story of the monster that would come out of the river and steal children away that would behave badly. As he got older he quickly realized it was just a story. So every halloween he would take a walk down by the river.


This year- as usual he was taking his stroll down by the river. And he saw a red figure running around in the darkness. "You know the river monster will snatch you up if your being bad!" he yelled. The red figure stop for a second and then dissapeared into the bush. 'Scared the kid off i guess' he thought. It was then about time for him to head home, so he turned around...the red figure was directly behind him.


Jack saw the devil standing right infront of him. "hey, nice costume kid" he said. "oh, my good sir this is no costume i assure you." jack was puzzled. He sure didnt sound like a kid. Was this really the devil standing before him?


"oh yeah kid?" he said, trying to toy with what he thought was a child in a devil costume. "indeed" the red figure said. "well if you really are the devil and not a kid i bet you cant climb that tree." he said while pointing to a large oak tree towering above them.


"NO kid could climb that" he said, taking shots at him. "fine my good sir. I accept your challenge." The red figure was almost a blur as it lept from branch to branch quickly until it reached the top. Jack knew this was no child.


"see my good sir? I am no mear child." jack acted quickly and carved a cross at the bass of the trunk with a hunting knife he was given by his father. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" yelled the devil from atop the tree. "well now you cant come down." jack thought he was being very smart which he was.


" I WILL CURSE YOU TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL!!" yelled the devil even louder than before. "yeah good luck with that" Jack said as he turned to go home. All of a sudden he felt something funny. Not normal. He felt like his feet where begining to curl into themselves. He yelled in pain. He heared a mix of ringing in his ears and the devils loud laughter taunting him.


Jack had almost combusted....but he had turned into a pumpkin. Jack could still feel, see, and hear. He wished he was dead. He then heard two children running down the bank. "oh please the river is such a myth you big baby"


"Shut up!" the other child said. "hey look a pumpkin!" one yelled. They ran up to jack. Picked him up. "hey you know what?" said one of the two. "what?" replied the other. "because its getting dark and your a baby why dont we make a cool lantern?" said one. "oh yeah. With the pumpkin?" "no shit sherlock" said tye other punching him in the arm. "ow, okay man."


the children spotted jacks knife that he had dropped. "cmon lets use this!" the children began poking and proding the pumpkin "oh man, we should make a cool creepy face with it!" "yeah!" the other replied. They then began stabbing the pumpkin poking out large chunks of it. The remains tumbling to the ground. "nice" said one of the kids. "take out the inside so we can put the candle in it." barked one of the kids. "alright" the other said. He carved a large hole at the top then sticked his hand in and began scraping and clawing at the sticky insides.


"oh this looks so cool! Were so cool!" said one. "yeah lets bring this home to dads house so we can show him!" the kids ran all the way back to town pumpkin in hand.... All the way to jacks house.


An original story, By: Pascal X.oxo