Jeremiah smiles , tapes his warm pipe on the brick lip of the fireplace , put it in an ashtray to cool, folds his hands over his stomach and grows heavy eyed.

"Grandpa!" Jimmy shakes Jeremiahs leg.

"wha ?"

"Tell me the rest of the story . "

"Son, Daddy Long Legs is tired."

"Ah...come on Grandpa ! Please..."

"Alright lad. A bit more, but Im mighty sleepy. You get my age, and you need yer rest. You'll understand one day. "

Jimmy grins and put his attentive head in his hands resting his elbows on his knees. he sat at his grandfathers feet Indian style.

"let me see..Where was I ? Oh yeah"

Folk eventually got over it, because people stayed away from Dark Hollow . Pleasant Valley Folk grew a might spiteful . Especially since Annie , Allen and Jethro , ya know. Strangers got the treatment round those parts .

The lumberjacks poured in like locusts on wheat. Pleasantville welcomed their business. Until the murders . First it was little Jenny MacAlister. Her battered nude body found beside County Line Road.

Then Betty Lynn Joseph was discovered in her bed. She'd been brutally violated...and bludgened to death with a large knife. Needless to say everyone was on edge. A manhunt began.

Lo and behold Jack Resser, head foreman for Ruckers Lumber Co. turned out to be the culprit . The sherrif put him in jail. Edward Sweeny, owner of R.L.C. denied any knowledge of Jacks actions, spit and swore, "Hope ya hang'em from the nearest tree"

-thats exactly what the town folk did. A vigilante crowd gathered and took him by force. When the rope was slipped over his rough neck. Jack Resser grit his tobacco stained teeth and cursed " See ya in hell" and the wooden stool his life perched precariously on was kicked from beneath him. It took nearly 20 minutes for him to die.

An ease settled again over Pleasantville, but the forest continued to moan under the axe and saw.

One cold winters night a shadow passed by a window. It was the vistage of a small boy dressed in black. Standing there in the dark. He whispered ...

"sh-h-h ...Quiet now. Or Spooky Tooth'll hear ya. Hee-hee" he laughed and disappeared into the night. The window belonged to Jeremiah Jones. Who had just put his wife and new born daughter to bed.

"that right Grandpa ?"

"Hush, Jimmy , let me finish so i can rest my bones."

That very night an entire family disappeared . The next night the same . All of Pleasantville rose up in arms. Night after night lanterns and firebrands drifted in and out of the forest hunting whoever or whatever stole away 6 members of 2 families . Two entire families for Christ sake.

On the third night search lights marched up Blood Creek and to the horror of all the missing folk were found scattered about Dark Hollow . A head here , an arm there. It was the god awfulest sight.

Thats when he appeared.
Spooky Tooth !
Shhh...
The Pool began to boil and he rose from the depths dressed to go to a sunday social. His face so innocent that of an angel, but those green eyes and fanged teeth set him apart from anything holy.

What brings tumult to this sacred place , demon boy demanded hovering inches above the water. Then he moved ...No ! He floated towards the crowd assembled on the bank . A roar of gunfire erupted . Each man fired his rifle , shotgun or pistol at the ghostly threat wafting closer to their sexposed position.

When the smoke cleared the boy was directly above them smiling. Although it wasnt really a smile. It was a smirk.

"I am Spooky Tooth ! Do not speak my name . If you do ? I'll eatcha' guts and drink ya blood."