The nightmare after Christmas (Jack x reader)

1. Moving to the city

I like Halloween. I love to scare people and get candy, no matter how old I get. My friend's call me the witch, as I always wear some kind of black hat. In my hometown it was my trademark, when other sees me walk through the village in a black dress and my hat. But this is going to change now.

The nightmare started, as we moved away.

We had to move into the city, which was harder for me to accept. My parents had to move, since their jobs are here and it was cheaper for them to live nearby. For me, there were no advantages, only a disaster. The only good part was the view; I could see the small graveyard from my window.

I heard, as my parents started to carry the boxes inside the house. "Mam, did we really have to move, right before Christmas?" "Yes dear, otherwise we had to wait till next year."

That would have been fantastic, I thought sarcastically.

"Don't make such a face pumpkin. Make your room and you feel a lot better", my father has always been an optimist, no matter which situation we were in. He gave me my box and pushed me towards my room. "Let me see what you made of it later on, okay?" I nodded.

No matter what, my father always knew how to put a smile on my face!

As usual, my dad loved the decoration, unlike my mother. What can I say; I love it dark and scary. "Dear, why are you encouraging her to transform her room into a funeral parlor? It should be more...feminine in here." I couldn't help myself and moaned, "Mom~"

"Let our daughter do what she likes. Be at least grateful that she is a good girl", yep, I can always count on my dad. My mother agreed with him and left my room in silence. I watched the streetlights and the children that were playing underneath them. It was loud, too loud for my taste. I closed the window and jumped onto my bed, holding a picture in my hand. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, as I remembered the time with my friends, on that day the picture was taken. "I miss you guys" I whispered, crying into my pillow...until I feel asleep.

It got worse, as it was my first day in a new school.

"Do I have to go?" I moaned, watching my mother decorating the Christmas tree. "Just two days, you will manage!" she said, obviously not in the mood today to argue. Dad was already at work, so no support from him.

Inside that school was in turmoil. I got pulled, pushed and knocked off my feet, trying to get through the corridors towards my classroom. Once I was in, a crowd of eyes were focused on me, mumbling with another. "Good morning class. Take a seat. I would like to introduce you, to your new class member: N/A." It was a typical introduction; until some were making fun of my black hat...today...it was a cylinder.

They asked me stupid, I mean really stupid questions, including my book I had in my hands. I never left the house without it. It was my personal piece, where I read and write into and at the cover, was a huge pumpkin with a scary smile. "What is that, your Diary?" asked one of the girls curiously. I refused to answer her which made her angry. She got up and yelled at me for being rude and a snob.

That went well, I thought.

I left the school in a hurry and headed towards an old building, which happened to be the local library. There I had the peace I was craving for. I sat, as far as possible, away from anyone else and opened my book. Today, I had the theme: the pumpkin king. I went through the bookshelf and wrote everything down that might be of interest to me. For example the description of the Pumpkin king:

Pumpkin King:

A creature in the form of a scarecrow, with a pumpkin head and a slender body, made entirely out of hay. It is known to scare others and enjoys it while doing so. Never get to close to it, as it can catch fire and may have the joy to burn you.

"Cool!"