"WOD Halloween" - Part One
Part One
What
up, everybody!
You’re
probably wondering why I’m sitting in this random study room and not in my
TARDIS, right? Welp, this quaint setting is part of my special little Halloween
tale that happened before my lil’ friend Craig Williams and I went on our
magical journey across the Disneyverse.
Our
story begins in one of the holiday worlds beyond the Hinterlands – a world
where every day was Halloween.
Craig
and I landed in the town square of Halloween Town.
“Whoa!”
Little Craig’s eyes lit from the skeletons, ghouls, monsters, and black cats
that made up the scenery. “I should have brought my Halloween costume!” He
looked to me with that cute enthusiasm of his and asked, “How much candy do you
think we could get from the houses here?”
I
gave a doubting shrug and told him, “I don’t think these houses give the
kind of candy you’re hoping for, sweetheart.”
“No,
no, no, no, no, NO!” We heard someone cry out near us into a megaphone.
We
turned in time to see a rather short man with a cone-shaped head that displayed
two faces: one was peach-colored with rosy cheeks, a spiral eye, a black eye,
and a mouth set in a permanent smile; the other was bone-white with a mouth set
in a permanent frown (the teeth of which were pointed) with blue lips and pink
eyes. He also wore a gigantic top hat, being the same height as its wearer, but
very thin.
His
body was also very cone-shaped, ballooning outward and ending on short, stubby
legs with very tiny feet. He was dressed in a black suit with black-and-white
pinstriped pants, along with a bowtie shaped like a spider (that I was at
liberty to believe was a real spider clinging to his collar).
Pinned
to the left breast of his blazer was a red ribbon with the word ‘MAYOR’ printed
on it. I guess it was pretty obvious who this little guy was. “NO, NO, NO, NO!”
he repeatedly shouted (again) into his megaphone. The frowning side of his face
faced towards us to reflect on his anxiety.
“No
what?” Craig wisely asked him. I wondered the same thing.
“No
more human visitors!” The Mayor shouted. His megaphone – blaring out his voice
within just a foot from us – was starting to murder my eardrums. “We have
enough in our homely town!”
“We’re
not the firsts to come here?” I queried.
Suddenly,
the town square fountain began bubbling like a cauldron – a heavy fog seeping
out from it, along with a tall, extremely slender white skeleton man with a
skull sporting a cross-stitch mouth and bony fingers. He also sported a
black-and-white, pinstripe formal tuxedo with a bat-themed bowtie.
“Oh,
Mayor,” he spoke in a graceful tone. “That’s no way to treat our new visitors.”
Climbing out of the fountain, he approached Craig and me and extended one of
his bony hands out to us. “Welcome to our frightful town! I’m Jack Skellington
– but you can call me ‘Jack’.”
I
accepted his handshake; his touch was so ice-cold that it chilled my
bones. “I’m Rania,” I told him before motioning to my 10-year-old companion.
“This is Craig Williams.”
“But
you can call me ‘Craig’,” he playfully echoed Jack’s request.
“It’s
a pleasure to meet you at last, Rania and Craig,” Jack said.
“At
last?” I parroted those specific words he used. “You were expecting us?”
“I’d summoned
you,” Jack revealed. “Did you get my message?”
I
did, in fact, received a mysterious message through the psychic paper I kept in
one of my back pockets, feeling it vibrate in there like a call on a
smartphone. The message had read “Please hurry! We need help at once!” It was
signed with a tiny skull, which in itself should’ve been a clue.
I
asked Jack what he needed help with, and he brought us to the lab of his friend,
Dr. Finkelstein – a frail-looking man with a disproportionately large head
(that I think may have had a lid for a scalp), confined to a black, electric
metal wheelchair that seemed to be rather old and difficult to operate. “More
visitors, eh?” he snarled at Craig and me. “As if we didn’t have enough!” He
was the second town resident that reacted negatively to our presence here.
Of
course, Finkelstein wasn’t the person Jack wanted us to see.
Neither
was it Finkelstein’s creation – a kindly ragdoll woman named Sally.
No,
it was a little girl who wasn’t that much older than Craig, with hazel-colored
eyes and short blue hair that had a noticeable dragonfly hairclip attached to
it. She appeared very well-mannered, introducing herself as “Coraline Jones.”
“Nice
to meet you, Caroline,” Craig returned.
“Coraline!”
She snippily emphasized.
“S-Sorry,”
Craig stammered. “I misheard.”
Coraline
huffed, calming herself. “It’s O.K. Not your fault. People get it wrong every
time I say it.”
“How
did you get here, Coraline?” I asked her.
“I
came through this door in this old flat that my parents and I just moved into,”
Coraline recalled. “At first, it took me to this other universe with the same
flat, only way better. And there were these opposites of my parents with
buttons for eyes!”
“Cool!”
Craig awed.
“Not
cool!” Coraline refuted. “They wanted to keep me there and sow buttons to my
eyes! So, I got out of there, but then I ended up in this dimension with
all of these freaky weirdoes!” She gestured to Jack, Sally, and Dr.
Finkelstein.
“She’s
a chatty one,” Finkelstein grumbled. “Chatty and rude!”
“Coraline,
sweetie,” I gingerly implored of our new little friend, as if I were her own
mother. “Can you show us the portal from where you emerged into this
world?”
Coraline
took us to out of Finkelstein’s lab and all the way past an area outside of
Halloween Town called ‘Curly Hill’ (with an actual hill that curled against a
bright full moon, surrounded by a spooky yet cool Jack-o-lantern patch). There,
we discovered a creepy, white antebellum home, situated in the middle of the
eerie words.
“I
can assure you,” Jack told us, “That house was never here
before!”
Our
curiosity was piqued after he told us this.
A
little girl separated from her realm and a haunted mansion?
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