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“Trolls"Trolls,”" I said to myself as I closed my browser. “Skeletons"Skeletons? Just appearing?”" It was not likely. I knew it wasn’twasn't a good idea to be reading horror stories this late on Halloween, but I was alone and bored. For the thin and slender man I was, it was a wonder that I was still single. It felt like I would be alone forever.

“Zal"Zal!”" I yelled to my cat as she ran across the hall outside my room. “Go"Go away!”" I was still mad at that ball of fuzz for breaking my wax Jack statue from the movie, Nightmare Before Christmas. It was my favorite creation. It was also hard to make. Candles were my source of wax for Jack. She ran back and looked at me, meowing.

“Go"Go away! You broke my candle Jack and I—”I—"

I peered around the corner and I saw it. Its bones glistened in the soft light of the hallway lamp as it popped out and into view. There was a skeleton in my house, and it had just seen me. If only I had a gun and hadn’thadn't had that accident. My hand was damaged last year in a wreck, and I lost thug aim, which was my favorite way to hold a pistol.