Lock your doors. Close the blinds. Turn off your lights and stay inside. Jack roams the street tonight. Jack, trapped between above and below, of the world but not in it, returns in the hope he can find a home, at last.
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changedJack, trapped between above and below, of the world but not in it, returns in the hope he can find a home, at last. Too wicked for heaven, too tricky for hell, undeserving of the Otherworld and yet without a foothold in this one. Trapped within the inbetween, he has only a coal provided by the devil, that he may find his way. Don’t worry about the shadows; worry about the light which casts it. Worry about the flicker of flame in a still room. Don’t be afraid of the dark; be afraid of who lit the lanterns. The devil gave him this light. Legend says to set out a pumpkin, or a turnip, carved out with a light inside, to trick Jack into believing that you too are lost. Some say that if you carve a face, he will think that the lantern is a body he can inhabit. But I know that Jack is a trickster, who cannot be trusted. Stingy, Spring-Heeled Jack, with his cold, clammy fingers that Rip and tear at clothes and faces and bellies… He’s spent too long between worlds, and he’s bored. A trick on you; a treat for him. Now he is here- and here he stays!
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changedJack, trapped between above and below, of the world but not in it, returns in the hope he can find a home, at last. Too wicked for heaven, too tricky for hell, undeserving of the Otherworld and yet without a foothold in this one. Trapped within the inbetween, he has only a coal provided by the devil, that he may find his way. Don’t worry about the shadows; worry about the light which casts it. Worry about the flicker of flame in a still room. Don’t be afraid of the dark; be afraid of who lit the lanterns. The devil gave him this light. Legend says to set out a pumpkin, or a turnip, carved out with a light inside, to trick Jack into believing that you too are lost. Some say that if you carve a face, he will think that the lantern is a body he can inhabit. But I know that Jack is a trickster, who cannot be trusted. Stingy, Spring-Heeled Jack, with his cold, clammy fingers that Rip and tear at clothes and faces and bellies… He’s spent too long between worlds, and he’s bored. A trick on you; a treat for him. Now he is here- and here he stays!
Lock your doors. Close the blinds. Turn off your lights and stay inside. Jack roams the street tonight.
Jack, trapped between above and below, of the world but not in it, returns in the hope he can find a home, at last. Too wicked for heaven, too tricky for hell, undeserving of the Otherworld and yet without a foothold in this one. Trapped within the inbetween, he has only a coal provided by the devil, that he may find his way. Don’t worry about the shadows; worry about the light which casts it. Worry about the flicker of flame in a still room. Don’t be afraid of the dark; be afraid of who lit the lanterns. The devil gave him this light. Legend says to set out a pumpkin, or a turnip, carved out with a light inside, to trick Jack into believing that you too are lost. Some say that if you carve a face, he will think that the lantern is a body he can inhabit. But I know that Jack is a trickster, who cannot be trusted. Stingy, Spring-Heeled Jack, with his cold, clammy fingers that Rip and tear at clothes and faces and bellies… He’s spent too long between worlds, and he’s bored. A trick on you; a treat for him. Now he is here- and here he stays!
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