Beware the creature that stalks on All Hallows Eve, when the supernatural roam the Earth and cause mischief among the living. The Halloween Spirit is the worst of them all, giving the humans a good scare to boost their belief in the joyous holiday...
Excited for another round of chapters to fill your goodie bags this year? You get to have three today. We are getting very close to the end, now, but we're not quite there yet, don't worry. You'll still have plenty of fun with Jack and Whiskers in the meantime. I absolutely love doing holiday books and can't wait to plan another after this one's finished.
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Y/N sat, deep in thought and head in her hand, pondering the predicament that is Jack's... Condition— His frequent fluctuations of power and energy. Hardly a couple months out the gate, and he's only getting worse, but still, he persists on acting like it doesn't bother him at all.
"Whatcha thinkin' about so hard, huh?" Jack questions, snapping her out of it. The spirit hovers above her shoulder, upside-down with a Twizzler hanging out from his mouth like a long, twisted tongue. The girl looks over at him and sets her hand down, eyes sparkling with amazement.
"Oh, nothing. Since when could you float? That's pretty cool." The look makes him grin from ear to ear.
"Since I felt like it."
"Take it easy, will you? With all these energy spasms happening, you might crack your skull open," she warns, leaning back to hold his face in her hands and pull him down just enough to kiss the corner of his lips before snatching the candy between her teeth. Face flushed up to the points of his ears, Jack grabs her shoulders to stabilize himself.
"Hey, that's mine!"
"Sharing is caring." The boy puffs his cheeks with a playful huff while turning his body to lay flat in the air so that, when he floated down, he laid across his queen's seated form, resting the back of his head upon her chest and closing his eyes. Gently, he taps her cheek with a palm.
"Quit your worrying. I keep telling you, I'm fine. I'm used to it," he assures. Sighing, Y/N wraps her arms around his shoulders in a hug before resting her chin atop his orange-blonde hair, bringing about a content smile on his face.
"I know, I know, but you keep using your powers so carelessly, and it makes me nervous."
"You're so sweet." Lifting his head, he quirks a brow. "So, what were you really thinking about?" Ah, so he had seen right through her. Embarrassed, she looks away.
