-Five Days Earlier-
A couple of things made that day stand out more than others: It was almost Halloween, and Cameron Shaw was with me. Not the Cameron from physics that never failed to be picking his nose, but the Cameron who was smart, funny, and oh so cute. And he was asking me out.
“So I was thinking, you and I should go out on Halloween,” he had said.
I played it off cool, hoping he wouldn’t realize how excited I was. I’ve had a crush on Cameron since kindergarten, when he gave me a flower and told me I was pretty.
“Yeah, that sounds great! What time?”
“Does six sound good? I wanna take you to a haunted house.”
I smiled, “Six sounds great! I’ll see you then.”
“Until then, m’lady.”
-The Present-
Blood runs down my forehead and I wince. This whole night has been a total nightmare. When I showed up to the haunted house, I expected cheesy ‘mystical relics’, not a psychotic serial killer.
Footsteps pound the floor of the house and I clap my hand over my mouth, trying not to scream.
A face appears, and I gasp, but it’s not who I expected. Instead of the pale, empty face of our attacker, it’s the tan, chiseled face I had grown to love.
“Oh thank God you’re okay!” I leap into Cameron’s arms, relieved.
“Emma, you’re hurt, what happened?”
“I was running away from whoever that guy is, and I fell and hit my head.” I cross my arms, trying to conceal a shiver. “Cam, we have to get out of here.”
“I don’t know how. I tried the front doors and they’re locked; we’ll have to find a window or something.”
I put my head in my hands and start to cry. Are we going to get out of this? Will I ever see my family again? Will our deaths be quick, or slow, like the others?
Cameron pulls me into a long hug, and somehow, I manage to cal...
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...u. I can’t let something like love get in the way of everything I have worked for. You must be removed from the equation.”
“Cameron, think logically; you don’t want to kill me, we can be happy together.” Desperation taints my words, and he knows it.
“Sorry Emma, it’s been great, but it’s time for you to go.” Just as he raises the knife, I rush him, hoping for an element of surprise, but unfortunately, I’m out of luck. He dodges me, and delivers a swift backhand.
I collapse, and for a moment, everything is white. I push myself back up, aware that I could die any second. I wipe the blood from my face and try again.
When he tries comes closer, I drive my knee into his crotch. He falls to his knees, clutching his abdomen, and I let out a breath, relieved.
Unfortunately, I still have the other guy to deal with. “Alright, that’s enough. Come here you little bitch.”
“No, you rip those boys right off him. You can’t always defend yourself. You’ll have to be willing to fight for things you love.”
When I learned that I would have to do my ethnographic report on what I did during Halloween, I was worried because I live in Turnpike and the most excitement that happens in turnpike is the sound of the garbage truck when it comes to pick up the Wednesday trash. Fortunately something did happen to me and I realized I would not have to write a boring paper of how I woke up and just stayed in my room the whole day. Well the day started off with me waking up and walking to the bathroom to take a shower, as soon as the turned the water on I realized I had left my shower and rather than turning off my shower I stayed in because the warmth of the hot water was too seductive for me to get out and get my towel. In the shower I had my usual thoughts about life, death, and comebacks to old arguments. Afterword I got out of my shower and reached for my toothbrush, which was located in a cupboard behind the toilet, but I grabbed at it too quickly and it fell in the toilet. I stood over my toilet for about five minutes just staring at my toothbrush in the toilet not believing what just happened, after that I started blaming myself for being too impatient. When I was done feeling sorry for myself I went into my room in search of another toothbrush but unluckily I couldn’t find one, so I had to go walk to the local store at around 7:30 in search of a toothbrush. While searching for a replacement toothbrush I realized that not that many people were in the store, I had always thought that stores were busiest in the morning and evening but apparently that’s not true. Once I got my new toothbrush I finished brushing, got dressed and went to catch the 11 to the Transit Center.
He charges his blade, and all of a sudden, Peter stares death right in the face.
“At the time when it happens you do mean it. You think there’s no other way of saving yourself, and you’re quite ready to save yourself that way. You want it to happen to th...
Im knocked off my feet and slide across the deck. The people around me fall too. They scream and so do I. Suddenly i’m dunked in water and I can’t breathe. Black.
“No man, woman, or child could ever keep me from coming back to you. It is a crime I cannot commit.”
cracks a wicked smile full of razor-sharp teeth as she sees his head turn, and
"That's where you're wrong, love. See, I'll make it look like your friend killed her and then he shot himself. I could even make it look like a love triangle gone bad. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.”
The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.
"Ow...," I moan getting off the ground pressing my hands against my head "That's going to hurt later."
“If it saves my family and no harm will come to them, then I will do it. But I have to ask a question. Did you kill my parents just to get my attention and to let me know that you are stronger and more powerful than me.”
As I regained my consciousness, my face was throbbing with pain and my nose was bleeding. I tried to clean the blood off my face, but realized my hands and legs were tied up. I sat upright and looked around me. My house was a mess; everything was either broken, or gone. . . . I had been robbed.
“At least I’ll look so bad nobody will want to deal with me.” She thought to herself as she casually walked out of the alleyway and onto the
I look at him with disbelief. “Are we?” I whisper. He just stares hopelessly; I’m beginning to think he isn’t sure. We might not make it. Something in me collapse; my heart rate is swelling again. I’m scared.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,