Halloween Town Book One

When a drifter arrives at Halloween Town, he meets all kinds of witches, wizards, vampires, ghouls, and goblins there.

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1. The Drifter in Halloween Town

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The Drifter​ headed down the dusty road.

He saw a sign that read: Halloween Town​. He wiped his sweaty brow with a grey napkin. He was dressed in muddy grey clothes. His black boots were in the mud. His grey hat was flat on his head. He was six foot one. And tall. He noticed six pumpkins were strewn across the gravelly road; he shook his head. Then, as he went through the double doors, he saw two human guards asleep at their posts. "Excuse me, can I pass?", he asked them. One of them got up. "Yeah, go inside", the guard said in a bored voice. The Drifter opened the doors, then he went inside before darkness arrived.

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The Drifter gazed at the orange pumpkins. It was October 31, 2016. Teenagers were busy dressed in scary costumes, as their parents went to work. He glanced at the saloon. It had been around since the old Wild West days; it was full of adults dressed in western clothes. A African-American man was playing a piano; a tall, white, woman sang songs, while he walked towards the clean brown bar. A young barman in his thirties smiled at him. "Help you, drifter?", he asked him. "Yes, I'd like a beer, please", he answered him. The barman grinned. "Six dollars", the barman said. The drifter nodded. He took out a ten dollar bill from the deep pockets of his black trousers; he let him keep the change. "Scary town", he said. The barman nodded. "It's Halloween Town. A lot of people are scared of the monsters here". The drifter nodded. He sipped his beer as several women dressed as vampires saw him. "Care for a bite on the neck, drifter?", one of them asked. "No; no. I don't want to be bitten thanks; I want my skin to be intact". He finished the beer. Once he was done drinking, he headed to the Men's Restrooms, and closed the door behind him.

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Sheriff Buford T. Klein arrived at the saloon. He wore a Texas hat on his head. And a grey shirt. A Sheriff's badge was the right breast. His brown boots clomped along the dusty road, as he opened the doors with his strong hands; his bright, blue eyes focused on the bar. Suddenly the drifter flushed the toilet. He dried his hands on a black towel which was on a rack; he opened the door. Suddenly he saw the Sheriff. He blinked his eyes. "And who are you?", he asked him. "The drifter", he answered him. He imagined getting into a gun fight; he looked around at the piano man, and the singer. They stopped performing. Then he stared at the doors. "I don't want any kind of trouble", the Sheriff said. "I'm just getting by. Once I leave Halloween Town, I'll be on my way". The Sheriff blocked his view of the doors. "What's your real name, son?". The drifter begun to sigh. "Jim Lowe". He didn't want to tell the Sheriff his name; he never wanted to think that the Sheriff would plant something on him. He never committed a crime here. He shook his head. "Can I go now?". The Sheriff nodded. "Yes, but I'll be keeping an eye on you". And the drifter walked out of the saloon...and headed down the dusty road towards the Witch's House.

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​The Drifter ​walked towards the dark woods. A cool breeze wafted in the northerly air. He saw two teenagers holding toffee apples in their small, right, hands; he stared at them...and smiled. Memories of being a boy growing up in Halloween Town came flooding back; memories of his loving mother and stern father, caused him to become a drifter when he turned eighteen. "I'll be fine, Mom". It was 1998. He was now 36. He saw a young witch dressed in a black gown; he saw her hands were holding onto some pumpkins. Her familiar, a black cat named Harrison, hissed when the drifter arrived there. "What do you want, drifter?", Cynthia Mark asked. "I need a place to go to for the evening", he answered her. Cynthia nodded. "There's a spare room inside the house. You can stay for ten dollars". The drifter stared at the witch. He took out a ten dollar bill. Cynthia took the money. She smiled at him; she glided down the stone path, and headed to The Warlock's Path. The Drifter's gaze at the path caused him to shiver, as if the paranormal void that was nearby was like a whole world between Our World and The Other World; a World between Worlds, as if the growing, numbing, fear prayed on his mind. The Drifter opened the door. Then he flicked on the light with his right hand. He saw a simple straw bed in the middle of the room. He yawned, before he went to bed overnight.

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