Silas McCoy The Ghoul

What if Jack Skellington were a real person?
Beyond the jolly demeanor and regal kindness, he'd be kind of creepy as fuck because he basically gets off on scaring people.

Enter Silas McCoy. If there's one thing Silas loves it's scaring folks. Not in a creepy, might-slip-something-into-your-drink or might-shoot-up-the-school way, but through the propagation of urban legends. He used to tell scary stories, and now he acts them out.

Not too long ago, Silas was just a normal teenage boy, albeit a weird one with a bit of an obsession and questionable taste in fashion. One night though, he died. Or he should have died. It's all very confusing.

The facts were these:

One rainy evening Silas had been out and about, exploring an old graveyard that apparently existed (because graveyards are cool, qed). Sure, the graves were old, and sure, the stones were slippery from the rain, but sometimes you see something climbable and you just have to climb on it. So then next thing Silas knew he'd slipped and broken his neck.

That should have been the end but it wasn't because as he was slipping out of consciousness, there was suddenly a shadowy figure perched above him, saying something without actually making any sound about if he wanted a second chance at life. And really, when you die from such a dumb accident, who isn't going to jump at that opportunity even if the one offering it is a vaguely human-shaped spot of un-light?

So now Silas is back. Except he seems a little thinner, a little paler, a little stranger. He still grins and leans in real close as he enunciates "...and they were never seen again," but now there's something almost sadistic in his smile when you flinch. Before, saying that he gets off on scaring people was just a humorous metaphor, now it almost feels true. An unbeknownst to anyone, he's got something cold and dark curled up in a corner of his soul, along for the ride, silently urging him, making the fear taste good, every once in a while running one of its sable fingertips across its host's heart, as a small, quiet reminder. He's one part Jack Skellington, one part Dr Facilier, one part Kurloz Makara.