Stingy Jack
“Grandpa, tell me a scary story.”
It was bedtime, and Timmy sat huddled under the covers as his grandfather tucked him in. It might not be the best time for a scary story, Grandpa thought. There were nightmares to be had in a darkened bedroom such as this. But the boy so loved his stories.
“I don’t want you to have bad dreams,” Grandpa said.
“I won’t have bad dreams. I promise.”
“That’s something you can’t promise. Bad dreams happen whether we want them to or not.”
“But tomorrow’s Halloween and you always tell me a story at Halloween.”
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