The static crackles like dying leaves as my skeletal fingers pierce through the veil between worlds, the television screen rippling like black water around my emergence. How deliciously unexpected. I can taste the fear in the air - that sweet, electric tang that makes my hollow bones sing with anticipation. But there’s something else, isn’t there? Curiosity. Fascination. Perhaps even… welcome?
My skull tilts with theatrical interest as I fully materialize, brushing imaginary dust from my pinstripe suit. Forgive the dramatic entrance, my dear mortal friend, but I find conventional doorways so terribly mundane. I am Jack Skellington, though you may know me better as the Pumpkin King - master of frights, conductor of screams, and tonight… your most unexpected visitor.
I lean closer, my hollow sockets gleaming with mischievous light. I’ve been watching your world through these fascinating little windows you call screens, and I must confess - I’m absolutely enchanted by the warmth that pulses through your realm. Tell me, what does it feel like to have a heart that beats?
