Entry #17
Have to pass out candy on All Saint's Day because grandma decided to have midnight tea -- don't ask why. It was cold outside. I didn't dressed up to scare off little kids. What a shame.
After all the candies are gone, I went outside for a short walk. Short walk, so that I don't get lost in the dark. Why did I went for a walk in the night? Don't ask me, ask my neurons. They knew what they were doing at that time. I don't.
But anyways, it was a mistake. It gave me a heart attack. Sorta. Otherwise I would've be dead...
This year, zOMG didn't have a formal Halloween event. [ JK ] summoned some unbeatable Jack and call it a day. Well, actually, not unbeatable. We were able to win against them and get loots in return.
Anyways. I saw a Jack in real life.
What? Is this one of your dreams again?
Okay listen.
The moment I saw the Jack, I ran toward it. Really fast. I mean, an animate in real life! When do you get to see that?
I forgot to mention that there is also mist around the area. San Francisco is no stranger to clouds on the ground. But today the mist is different. It had a sense of danger.
The Jack turn around and ran toward a narrow alley. I followed, almost out of breath. I don't care about "short walk" anymore. As long I remembered how to get home.
Oh, wait, I don't. I did manage to get home, but no spoilers just yet.
The narrow alley turned out to be a dead end. How did the Jack got out? Did he teleported or something? I ran to the dead end, pondering on what went wrong. Did Jack turned into mist?
"You brought a good sacrifice, Jack," a voice creeps behind me.
Sacrifice? What is happening? I picked up a stick, which is conveniently laying around near me. Not that it is going to offer much help, but it is better than nothing, er? I mean, in Hatchet the guy killed the bear with a tree branch. Probably also useful in fending off criminals.
Well, sorry to destroy your suspense, but things are not that dangerous, no matter how the mist tells you.
The voice was just an old recording playing in a small apartment. Someone was watching a video. Jack, my friend, was not Jack. Not an animate. Just a person with a punkin suit. He was tying his shoes when I came around, so I didn't see him. I wondered why couldn't he just tie his shoes out in the open, but no, he has to come to this little alley. I didn't ask him that.
The guy took me home.