Jack & the Halloween Stalk

One All Hallowed Night Eve, ever so many moons ago, a young orphan named Jack, dressed in a costume of his own making, stood in a barren cemetery at the foot of a small, almost hidden tombstone. To most children, a graveyard is a frightful place, especially on this night of all nights. However, to this boy, it was no such thing. Leaning down, he placed some small candies neatly in a pile: an offering to the departed. Each October 31^st before midnight, he would make the trek to his mother’s gravesite to share the Halloween goodies. “I promise to bring more tonight,” he whispered. 

              One fateful Halloween night, when Jack was very young, he lost his mother. She had promised the best night ever, all the treats he could eat, and showed him three glowing jellybeans–telling her little son that they were magic. He had scattered memories but remembered delicious goodies, candy rain, then terrible laughter, screams, and thunderous shaking. He ran and hid under the bed, and that is where his memories stop.