![]() And I wonder if he senses that there is someone still awake in Halloween Town-someone he hasn’t yet found-and is trying to coax me into the open. He is humming a tune, a lullaby, I think. The town is so quiet, so motionless, that even his faint muttering sounds echo back to me. In the distance, I can still hear the creature, though I can’t see him. I pull up a clump of morning root and coffee basil, and when my pail is full, I slink along the outer wall of the garden. I fill a metal pail with ginseng, sage, and bacopa. Now my leaves churn in my chest as I gather the herbs. Finkelstein’s observatory, keeping out of sight. I waited until I saw the gray-bearded man drift out toward the cemetery at the farthest edge of town, before slipping from the house and running along the stone wall to the garden behind Dr. A full, unending kind of dark that seeps into every corner of the fence line, every leaf and stem and bleeding thorn. The garden is sunk into a shadowless dark. ![]() Long Live the Pumpkin Queen: Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas Long Live the Pumpkin Queen – CHAPTER 7 ![]()
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