It was a nice night, the chill of winter slowly creeping in to the warm heat of autum nights, He was sat at hill in the cemetery looking out at the town with a bored disinterest on his face. This is how it was every year after Halloween, he just felt... Empty. The was no more children to scare and the last Jack ó lantern was already blown out. Halloween town was still alive with laughter and ideas for next year, but he remained sulking. He loved Halloween, don't get him wrong but he wanted something more. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice your gaze from down below, your face filled with worry for him.