"Sally!"

Fire burned in the hellish wake, flames licking his bones as he tried to get closer to his love, Sally. A wicked laugh rung out over everything. It was not the citizens of Halloween but one bitter enemy Oogie Boogie who stood atop the spooky tower where the days till Halloween counted off. He had done this! The mayor was powerless over the people as they went into a panic.

"Sally!" Jack yelled once again, no longer seeing her. An explosion boomed and for one pumpkin king, things went dark.

...

Dread. It's deep and rips you to shreds if provoked through a loss. Jack the Pumkin King learned his love would never sing with him again. Never speak with him or help him to decide from right and wrong. Zero, his ghost dog, was his only family now.

Months passed. The citizens went on a search party for Oogie Boogie as to make him pay for what he had done but wherever that sack of bugs went, he left no evidence of where. Halloween came: the citizens tried to get him to lead their holiday but he refused to even see anyone. Doctor Finklestein offered to make another woman for the skeleton but was turned down.

It seemed like Halloween would be ruined but as the citizens gathered around the center well to see the disaster their holiday must have turned into, they find one human with connections to the living dead saving it.

"Look at him go!" A child ran screaming as the mortal used shadows to scare him, hiding behind a gravestone to do so while the dead spooked others.

"Jack needs to see this!" said the mayor, a odd looking man fat, wearing a large top hat, a suit, and a spider bolo tie.

...

If there was anything Victor hated, it was being scared which had made it hard when he had been taken to the Land of the Dead to be married to a corpse that had been betrayed by a man she had loved in her living days. He had found her killer as fate would have it was trying to marry his fiancee. But even after all that Victoria had fallen ill and died two years after there wedding.

He got to keep everything sense her parents could care less about him or his dead wife. When he had first realized Halloween wasn't going to be scary he had been happy but then as the day progressed he saw how sad the children were to most this was the most exciting thing they got a year. He asked his friends to help and they had been happy to help.

The full moon shined on him his rather tall form, suit, well-kept hair but bags under his pale eyes from lack of sleep. He didn't rest well ever since his wife died.

"Victor! We're all finished up and the guys are going to throw a party in honor of it, you in?" One of the bonejanglers asked a skeleton that sang and danced giving music in the Land of the Dead.

"No, It's getting late and I haven't slept in a couple of days. I'll visit tomorrow. Give them my thanks for me, ok?" The skeleton nodded, looking thoughtful before patting the man on the shoulder.

"It's alright. She's in a better place."

"I know she was too kind to be anywhere else." The man replied. The other chuckled before taking off to join the others who were headed off towards the woods.

...

Jack watched curiously from the other side of his window: a witch holding the bowl of well water.