• Little girl: Uncle henry, tell me a story.
    Uncle henry: Now it's late,go to bed, santa will be here soon.
    little girl: No, i wanna story, PWEEEEEEAAAAAAZE!
    Uncle henry: alright alright! Do you wanna happy story or do you wanna scary story?
    little girl: I wanna happy/scary story!
    Uncle henry: a happy/scary story?
    Little girl: YEA!
    Uncle henry: Fine, once upon a time there lived a man by the name...by the name of jack frost!
    Little girl:Jack frost?
    Uncle henry: That's right! like in the story, "jack frost nipping at your nose." only, this guy did it for real.
    Little girl: heeheeheehee...oh.
    Uncle henry: Well, you know how regular folk get up in the morning, eat something, then hurry off to do whatever for the day?
    Little girl: Uh huh!
    Uncle henry: Well jack would get up, eat something, then hurry off and kill someone cuz that's what he did, he killed people. He'd stick knives in their faces and cut out their tummys and stamp on their heads till their brains got all runny.
    Little girl: Eew, uncle henry i don't think this is such a-
    Uncle henry: hey hey hey! you wanted a story, you gotta story.
    Little girl: uhh, okay. But why did he hurt people?
    Uncle henry: How should i know! Maybe his mum and dad didn't give him enough hugs, maybe they gave him too many hugs, or maybe he just liked the color red and things that went squish when he stuck sharp points in them.
    Little girl: Eew!
    Uncle henry: it doesn't matter, the only thing that's important is that no one can natch him.
    Little girl: uh huh!
    Uncle henry: some said that jack was a ghost that was already dead who could walk through walls or vanish into thin air. Truth is, he never stayed in one place long enough to be caught. See, jack was smart!
    little girl: Uh huh!
    Uncle henry: he'd drift into a town blend in, puree a few of the locals then just drift off to some place else that needed a little...social pruning. Any towns that had too many little girls that look just like you!
    Little girl: bu-but they did catch him...didn't they, uncle henry?
    Uncle henry: Well, for five years through eleven states and thirty eight deaths...
    Little girl: ugh
    Uncle henry: Jack was nimble, jack was quick, jack gouged eyes with candle sticks and smashed in skulls with sticks and stones used iron bars to crush their bones so he could hide his kills in tiny places and he wouldn't have to see their faces!
    Little girl: Uh-uncle henry!
    Uncle henry: that is...until the pies.
    Little girl: P-p-pies?
    Uncle henry: Yeah, Little bits of people started turning up in Mrs. Puttles Pecan pies all over the midwest!
    Little girl: *whimpers*
    Uncle henry: Fingertips, eyelids, earlobes! Some say that jack had got sloppy or that deep down he really wanted to be caught. Others said that it made the pies taste better!
    Little girl: Eeeeeewww!
    Uncle henry: Bottom line, Jack had made his first mistake. Authority's knew where he worked. Within a week they traced his car and then it was just a matter of time before he was caught.
    little girl: uh huh!
    Uncle henry: Tried and sentenced to DIE!
    Little girl: ohh! *whimpers*
    Uncle henry: In fact, right at this very moment Jack is being taken to his place of execution. His story should end at midnight but the fun is just about to begin. So, why don't you go to bed and have sweet, SWEET dreams.
    Little girl: *whimpers*