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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