That night 10 minutes till the witching hour
Jack looked at his watch. 10 minutes till. Perfect. Jack cautiously placed his gloved boney hands and on slab of hard concrete. He thought his plan through another time. He was wearing his suit over layered by a long cloak with a hood. On top of his skull covering his eyes were goggles and below that a reaper mask.
He pulled open the tombstone and crawled inside. He ended up on the opposite side in the Dublin Ireland Cemetary. He closed the tombstone quietly and looked to his right and left. Seemed clear.
He breathed a sigh of relief. The plan was going smoothly so far. He put his hands in his pockets and began to walk around the grave. He stopped suddenly when he saw a man standing with his back to him. Jack stood still. It couldn't be him it was too early and I know most humans are usually late, Jack thought.
Jack took a step backward. But just as his foot hit the ground, it crunched on dry leaves. The man immediatly turned around. He was wearing a black trench coat with matching trousers. He also wore a black gangster fadora (yes it's a real hat
) with huge black sunglasses and a purple scarf around the bottom of his face.
Who wears sunglasses at night? Well who wears goggles at night? The man tilted his head to the right a little bit and asked with an irish accent, "Halloween?"
The wind blew quietly as they stared at each other. Jack took a breath then said, "Yes, halloween." The man nodded. He walked toward Jack and held out his hand. "Skulduggery Pleasant." Jack shook his hand, "Your here early." "Well yes," said Skulduggery, "I had graves to visit." Oh. "Nice that I can finally meet you Mr. Pleasant." "Lilkewise. I mean I would say that if I knew your name."
"It's Jack Groff." "Jack..." He nodded. "Well, what may I do for you Mr. Groff?" "I need you to investigate the murder of ..." "Of..?" Jack stopped then asked, "How am I supposed to trust a man if I can't be able to see his face?" "It's cold." "And sunglasses aren't suspisous?" "So goggles aren't either." "I need truth." "I so do I but if i'm not getting the information that I need, I'm not giving anyway either."
Jack thought for a moment. "If you tell anybody was is discussed here tonight. Lets just say I know where you live." Skulduggery laughed. "Are you threatening me?" "No. I'm just plainly stating the facts." "Is that so?" "Enough. Just swear to me." Skulduggery shrugged in a careless manner."I swear."
"I am Jack Skellington and I want you to investigate my death."
More to come