Author's Note: I can't believe how big this story got. Heck, even I thought the premise was a bit dumb at first. But, I went with it and I'm glad I did. Billy's become one of my favorite characters to write for, and I get the feeling he has fans out there. Well, time to get this official re-editing job started.

The Guy from Kentucky

There is a place in the Real World which is home to a certain Mister William Colby. Better known as Billy to his loved ones, Mister Colby has struggled with a problem for many years. Normally, such a man as William would be considered perfectly fine. At six feet, four inches tall, he almost towers above others with ease. His brown hair, which usually falls over his brown eyes, has only just begun to thin. Unfortunately for Mister Colby, that was not his worst problem. No, this native of Wolf Creek, Kentucky has worse things on his mind. One day, he decided to do something about it.

It was autumn, close to the end of October. The leaves on the trees were turning different colors and falling to the ground. The side street where Doctor Flaherty's office was located was a perfect place to see the foliage. That was what the receptionist, a slender blonde named Rosie, was doing the moment William Colby walked inside. When he asked her if he could see the doctor, she turned to see that the man was pale, even sweating. His eyes seem to dart about, as if expecting something to jump out at him at a moment's notice

"Goodness, you look like you've seen a ghost," she said in a pleasant tone.

"I wish," William replied as he wiped his brow with a rag.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?"

"No, but I need help. It's almost Halloween."

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't control the calender here."

"You don't understand. He comes for me every Halloween."

"Who would that be?"

"Just let me see the doctor, please. You'll just think I'm crazy."

"I already do, honey," the receptionist said to herself as she pressed the intercom on her desk. "Doctor Flaherty, are you free now? There's a man here who wants to see you immediately."

"As a matter of fact, my one o' clock canceled. Send him in, Rosie."

"Door at the end of the hall, you can't miss it."

William nodded in response and walked into the corridor. He briskly walked to the end, where he opened the large wooden door. The first thing he saw was and old-fashioned psychiatrist's couch with ebony legs and a dark red cushioning. The elder man sitting in the chair next to it looked up at the door and smiled at him. Doctor Flaherty stood up, held his notebook under his left arm, and extended his right arm in greeting only to see Mister Colby lie on the couch at once.

"Well, you certainly know the routine, Mister... what was your name?"

"Colby. William Colby. Or Billy if you please."

"Hello, Billy. I'm Doctor Flaherty. What brings you to my office today?" asked the doctor as he sat back down.

"It's Halloween, Doc."

"You don't like Halloween?"

"It's what happens to me every Halloween that I don't like. He comes for me."

"Who does?"

"I don't like saying his real name, so I just call him Mr. Unlucky."

"Could you describe this Mr. Unlucky to me?"

"Well, he's tall. Almost taller than me. He wears a black suit and a tie made out of a bat. He's a skeleton, you know. Spooky looking and-"

"Pardon me, but did you say 'skeleton'?"

"That's right. He's a skeleton."

"Skeletons are remains, human bones that cannot harm you."

"You tell that to Mr. Unlucky."

"I'm sorry. You mean to say that an undead skeleton comes after you every Halloween?"

"Exactly! I don't know why either. I'm the only one who can see him, you know."

"I see," the doctor said as he wrote notes. "When did this begin?"

"Back when I was about fifteen or so, and I'm thirty-five now. Shoot, that makes twenty years of being visited by this creep. He's making my hair recede early," Billy said as he grabbed his thinning hair.

"What has he done to you?"

"Every horrible thing that's happened to me on Halloween was on account of him. He's worse than black cats, opening umbrellas in houses, and walking under ladders combined."

"Well, I don't have time to listen to every single year of this, er, unlucky streak of yours. Start with the earliest time you saw your Mr. Unlucky and then proceed to the worst of the worst."

"Alright then, doc. Hold on to your hat, because my stories are doozies."

What on Earth has Jack done to this guy? Or better yet, what did this guy ever do to Jack? And will the doctor send him to an insane asylum as soon as he's quiet long enough? Only time and more chapters will tell. Here's to multitasking! (Re-edit comment: Heh heh, I'm still multitasking at times.)