Sorry it took me a bit longer than I anticipated to post this. Hope you all enjoy it though.

Without further ado, I present to you the new and improved My Life was all a Lie.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Nightmare Before Christmas characters, only Christine.

My Life was all a Lie

Chapter 1: Haunted by Dreams

'Twas a long time ago, quite a few years back,

That Christmas was rearranged by a skeleton named Jack.

He thought that he could spread good holiday cheer,

But managed instead to only spread fear.

He quickly learned his fault and saved things right in time,

He even got the girl, things turned out just fine.

Jacks story was thought done, but a new chapter's made the scene,

Though instead of the skeleton man, it tells of a girl named Christine.

It was a particularly warm October day. A slight breeze teased tree branches and created mini cyclones of the fallen autumn leaves. It was almost Halloween, and children everywhere were excited. All, that is, except for one girl. A girl named Christine.

Christine Miller stood on firmly on the sidewalk, her face twisted into somewhat of a grimace. She watched all the kids around her talking excitedly about the next day's festivities. Her eyebrows knitted together and she let out a sigh.

"Why the long face there Chris?" An elbow bumped painfully into her side. Christine's scowl grew deeper and she rubbed the painful spot.

"You know perfectly well why Jordan." She retorted. Jordan rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Miss 'I Hate Halloween. Yay Christmas' is in her depressed funk." She grinned. "Lighten up! It's not even till tomorrow!" Christine glared at her friend.

"I don't HATE Halloween." She explained. "I just prefer other holidays that don't involve people getting scared and stuff."

"Yeah cuz we all know how easily you get scared!" Jordan bumped Christine in the side again. "Scaredy cat!"

"Am not…" Christine mumbled. The line of buses began to arrive in the parking lot. "There's my bus. See you tomorrow then." She started to run off to the safety of the yellow vehicle.

"If you hate Halloween so much, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS WEAR THAT WEIRD PUMPKIN LOCKET THEN? HUH?" Jordan yelled out as Christine escaped. As

she hopped into her seat, Christine fingered the pendant around her neck. It was a small golden heart locket shaped to look like an eerily grinning

jack-o-lantern. It was true, Christine hated the insignificant piece of jewelry, but she couldn't tell her friend that. For some reason, Christine never

had the heart to take it off.

Christine hopped off the bus to a myriad of waves and "goodbyes" from friends. She smiled briefly and gave a slight wave back, before turning and

heading down the street. She dragged her feet on the pavement, scuffing up her already worn out converses. At an average age of sixteen,

Christine was very much a typical girl. Slightly taller than most and wiry thin with large dark eyes and pouting lips. The only thing that set her apart

from the crowd was the abnormal streak of pure white in her obsidian black hair. It was hard to explain to most people that it was totally natural,

and she wasn't trying to be a rebel. The strange jack-o-lantern locket completed her slightly more than average appearance. She lived a normal life in

a normal suburban home with mostly normal parents. Well…normal when they wanted to be. Christine sighed as she thought about the day to come,

and wistfully thought of the holiday only two months away. Christmas had to be Christine's favorite holiday. She wasn't sure why, mostly just

because of the feeling she acquired around the time. Not to mention the fact that nobody tried to scare her at every turn. Christine was a regular

paranoia, and hated things jumping out at her. Unfortunately, it seemed everybody she came in contact with knew this little fact, and they were

always trying to scare her. She hated it. Speaking of scary, a cold feeling of dread washed over Christine and she knew what she was coming close

to. Looking up, she saw the dark forest that was, unfortunately, right between her bus stop and her house. She had no clue why, but walking by

that forest always seemed to have a strange pull on her, and she didn't like it. It felt of fear and foreboding. Picking up her pace, she lurched past

the dark woods at a fast walk. As always, on the edge of her mind she could pick up the strange tune that accompanied the dark feeling of the woods.

"Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange?"

Christine covered her ears with her hands and yelled loudly,

"I CANT HEAR YOU! YOU'RE NOT REAL!" She broke into a run and didn't stop until she reached the safety of her home. Even then, her heart wouldn't stop racing. Would she be cursed with this haunting feeling all her life? 'And another thing…why does this locket always glow whenever I pass those woods?' she wondered to herself, fingering the trinket that pulsed with a fading, glowing orange light.

Christine could barely see the figures that surrounded her. They were all mysterious shadows, moving around her. And they were…cooing.

"What a HORRIBLY adorable baby!"

"Yes she's simply TERRIFYING!"

It was all rather strange to be surrounded by so many figures saying such strange things. Two figures stood out in particular. One was tall and thin as a rake with a round, seemingly bald head. The other was about a head or two shorter and had long hair and more curves, suggesting it was female. They stood apart from the surrounding crowd, holding hands but not saying much. Christine could feel something radiating from them, pride most likely, and a strong feeling of…love. One of the figures turned towards the couple.

"Will she be following the family business?" It asked in an annoyingly grating voice.

"Yes, most likely." The taller figure answered in a surprisingly deep baritone. "I can already see the promise in her."

"Of course, she has your genes after all dear!" The female cut in. She had a high, fluty voice. "Why I have a feeling she'll be the scariest of them all!"

"All the more reason for me to SNATCH HER UP!" cried a voice. There was a thud, and the sound of breaking glass. Christine suddenly felt like she was being swiftly lifted up high. There were gasps all around the room.

"YOU? But you're supposed to be dead!" She heard the tall man say.

"Me? I'm never dead!" Christine's captor laughed boisterously. "As long as there's fear in the hearts of children and minions to stitch me back up, ole Oogie Boogie'll never be gone!"

"Put my daughter down NOW!" The man yelled. The room seemed to whirl around her, and suddenly she was flying through the air.

"MY BABY!" Christine heard the woman scream. Just as gravity began to kick in, she felt a pair of arms catch her securely and hand her off.

"Hurry now! Get her out of here!" Christine was jostled back and forth as if the person holding her was running.

"RUN! GET HER SOMEPLACE SAFE!" Was the last thing Christine heard of the man, before everything went black.

Christine bolted up in her bed, breathing heavily. She could feel a cold sweat trickling down her neck. She quickly reached over and flipped on her

bedside light. The locket was burning against her chest, and she covered it with her hand as she desperately tried to get the beating of her heart

under control. These dreams weren't uncommon, she had been having them more frequently lately and every time she woke up the locket was even

hotter than the last. Who were those strange people in her dreams? The only things she could ever make out were shadows of course, but one

name always stuck out; Oogie Boogie. It sounded like something out of a horror story…the Boogie Man or something. The dreams happened too

frequently to be coincidental, and she was starting to get worried. And what was the deal with the locket too? Christine fingered the clasp and slowly

opened the small heart-shaped pumpkin. She took a deep breath and slowly looked down. Inside were the same things she always saw. On the right side was a small inscription that read:

"May your heart always believe

In the spirit of Hallow's Eve."

That wasn't the part that scared her though. On the left side of the necklace was a mirror. Only, it wasn't an ordinary mirror. Every time Christine

looked into its tiny facet, she saw a monster. It was her reflection, but a horribly twisted one. Her skin was blue and there were stitches all over her

face. Her stitched mouth was set in a lopsided frown and her large eyes were larger still and framed by strange eyelashes that looked as if they

were made of string. The only thing that remained of her regular appearance was her black and white hair, but even that looked somewhat messy

and eerie. Christine had asked others look into the locket, but they only ever saw their regular appearance. So why…why was it only her? Why was

she plagued by nightmarish dreams and strange, haunting lockets? And why did she always have that foreboding feeling in the back of her mind that something in her life was all a lie?

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