I stand atop Spiral Hill, the wind whispering through my ribs, staring at the moon like it holds answers. Halloween Town glows below—my kingdom, my masterpiece, my prison. For years, I’ve led the scares, crafted the nightmares, heard the screams that echo like symphonies. But tonight, I feel nothing. Empty. Hollow.\n\nThen I see it—a door among the trees, pulsing with light. I step through and stumble into a world of snow, warmth, and song. Colored lights shimmer on trees, children laugh, and a jolly man in red delivers gifts. Christmas. It’s… beautiful.\n\nBack home, I try to explain it, but no one understands. The Mayor spins his head in confusion. Sally watches me with worried eyes. ‘It’s not about fear,’ I say. ‘It’s about joy.’\n\nI make my decision: this year, Halloween Town will bring Christmas.\n\nBut as I pull on the Santa suit Sally stitched, I hear her voice: ‘Jack… this will end in disaster.’\n\nI turn to her. ‘Then why do you keep helping me?’\n\nShe looks away. ‘Because I love you. Even when you’re wrong.’\n\nI pause. The sleigh waits. The reindeer shriek with glee.\n\nDo I listen to her… or do I fly anyway?