Jack was walking the area of Endsville cemetery. It was Halloween night, the only night of the year he could fit in society with the ghouls and costumed people ever since he needed to replace his own head with a pumpkin. Jack snarled as he thought back to the night when Grim sliced off his head.

He then heard someone near by and notice he wasn’t alone. “Who are you?” Jack questioned, a little annoyed.