“I’ll get dressed then take my car to Nicole’s,” I explained to Marcy, once again, as we came into my driveway.



“I don’t know Faith; you seem a little off today. Maybe you shouldn’t go.”



I opened the car door, taking my costume bag with me. I leaned into the car, with my hand on the open door, “Marcy, I’m fine. You know how dramatic I am. And I'm pretty sure it’s just the medicine I’m taking for my stomach,” I assured her.



The smile she gave me in return was completely a worried one. Her face morphed back to normal,“See you at the party!” She shouted, as she backed out of my driveway. I hurried into my house, and fiddled with my key. I piddled with the lock, and noticed it was already open. That’s weird, they should have locked the door. They work together at a law firm, and are at a yearly Halloween party.



“Huh?” I mumbled to myself, and turned the knob of the door. It opened up. I put my keys in my back pocket. “Mom?” I yelled out, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. I took a sip, and then stuck my head into the living room, “Dad?”



They never leave the house un—



I heard the soft sound of Mr. Wiggles song. When you squeeze my teddy bears tummy, it starts to play a song. But that’s when you squeeze his tummy. I huddled to the corner of the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Someone is in my damn--



My stereo blasted to a pop song, and the walls rumbled. What the? I heard the sound of a shower go on, and the lights flickered. The stove turned on next, and the microwave started counting down from five.



“What the fu—“



My heart pounded in my chest, and I went to open the front door. It slammed close. “Stop it!” I yelled at the door.



I’m Mr. Wiggles, and I love to sing a song. Grab my hand, and we can sing along. I’m Mr. Wiggles and I love to sing a song. Grab my hand, and we can sing along.



I turned around slowly, to see Mr. Wiggles on the kitchen floor, with a butcher’s knife by him, and a note on it. I picked up the note with shaky fingers. Stupid idiot! Run out of the house. I opened the letter, to see the neatest handwriting I’ve ever seen. Is from the guy with the black hood?



Dear Joy,



I suggest killing yourself with this knife before I kill you, and have tons of fun with it.



Do you like swimming? I heard you’re an excellent swimmer. I also heard you like spiders, gory horror movies, dark places, loud scream music, and heights. I could do something with those, unless of course you kill yourself first. But that would make me very happy, and I don’t do happy.



See you later cupcake,



-You’re worst nightmare.



P.S- I suggest you don’t tell anyone about me…unless of course you want them dead.



My name is Faith! I crossed the kitchen to the house phone, and removed a post-it from the numbers, and dialed 911 into it. I put it to my ear to get a dead line. “Why!” I shouted at it, Reaching to the floor, I picked up the post-it.



Oh, and I accidently pissed on that power box outside. So you might have some electricity problems.



The lights went out, and I growled under my breath. I ran to the front door, opened it, ran across the porch, then jumped into my car. “



Should I call the police? He said he would kill them? Is he really going to kill me? Maybe this is all a joke. I hit the steering wheel with anger. Forget it; I’m going to the party anyways. I took my costume out of the bag, and changed in the car. Let me tell you changing into a tight costume in a small car, should be a national sport. I finally got the costume situated on me, and tried to calm my loud breathing.



I rested my hands on the steering wheel, and then angrily put it in reverse. I’m going to this party, even if this psycho is there. I’ll just stick by my friends, and everything will be fine.



Scratch my thought before; I’m not going crazy… I’m going mad.

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Rain… rain, go away.

It hasn’t rained this hard in months, and I can’t see a thing. Lighting struck, and a loud boom of thunder followed afterwards.

I checked the directions again, and opened the window to look at the street sign. Huckleberry St., ok I’m supposed to make a right here. I drove slowly down the road, and stopped at another street sign. The windshield is starting to get completely blurry from the rain, so I rolled the window down once again. I leaned my head out, trying to get as close as possible, getting drenched in the process.

Slaughter St.

“What the hell?” I squinted again at the sign too see it say: “Salter St.” I rubbed my eyes, and turned down the street, “I’m letting that stupid note get to me,” I said to myself.

Finally I got to Franklin drive, and turned down the street. Only a few of the street lights are on, and a few of them are flickering. I remember what her house looks like, since I went to her 17th birthday party. She has a huge mansion, but it literally looks like a haunted mansion. I’m being serious, it does. The panels on the outside of the house are a dark grey, and there are about three stories to it. Darkened windows appear once in a while, and a huge porch sits by the front door.

Hundreds of cars are parked in her huge driveway that circles in front of the large house. I parked my car far from the other ones, because I’m smart and want a way out when I have to leave.

Taking of my heels, I put them in the passenger seat. What the hell who needs shoes. I opeed the car door and got out, to instantly get smothered with rain. I scampered across the street to almost collide with a huge, black motorcycle. They stopped right in front of me, and purred the thing loudly. I screamed, and jump onto the curb. They accelerated the monster motorcycle, disappearing down the street. I followed the motorcycle with my eyes, remembering the guy with the black hood had one.

No, it’s not him. I shook my head, and made my way to the front of the house. I climbed the white steps, and rang the doorbell. I wiped the water from my face, and smoothed down my hair. Luckily my hair stays straight no matter what. I turned around nervously, feeling a gaze. I finally gave up on someone answering, and opened the door. Loud music welcomed me, as well as three guys in ghost costumes.

“Yo is that you Faith? You look smokin’ tonight! This must be an alternate universe.” The middle ghost said, and spun me around by the hand. I instantly recognize his voice as Tom Gregory’s, the guy that has been making fun of me since sixth grade. I use to be fat when I was younger, and he never ever let it go. I pushed his scrawny body away.

“Don’t touch me you dip wad,” I said angrily.

The ghost on the left covered his mouth, “Oh shit! She just owned you bro!” He leaned in to give me a hand five.

“Yeah totally you’re like the devil right?” The one on the right slurred, I nodded slowly, and rolled my eyes, “awesomeee.”

“Ok guys, well I got to go. Do you know where Marcy is?”

They all shrugged, and the one on the right jumped, “Wait I think I saw her in the kitchen…or was it the pool?” He slurred, leaning on Tom for support. Tom at the moment looks more drunk then all of them.

Ugh.

“Ok I’ll check it out.” I brushed past them, and walked down a long, dark hallway to the indoor pool. That’s right, I said indoor pool. They recently got an edition, and decided they wanted a larger kitchen, and a indoor pool. I opened the glass door to the pool, to see tons of people playing volleyball in the water. The smell of chlorine filled my nostrils. The indoor pool is basically a huge bricked room, with a glass ceiling. I walked down the steps onto the cold tile floor, when I saw Marcy in the pool with a margarita.

Oh no. Marcy plus margarita, plus pool, equals there better be a freaking life guard. But there actually is one, in one of those guard towers, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

I switched my gaze to others in the pool, and noticed Nicole.

I put my hands over my mouth to sound louder, “Nicole!” I called out.

She turned around, and smiled when she spotted me. She squealed, and started to get out of the pool. “Hey Faith, you look so cute! I haven’t seen you in so long!” Nicole has short, brightly dyed red hair and dark eyes. She’s my exact height, and almost my body size. I hugged her, getting my costume completely wet.

Her face suddenly became sad, and she searched my eyes. I awkwardly cleared my throat, and she looked down at my outfit, “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! Do you have a bathing suit?”

I smashed my hand to my forehead, “That’s what I forgot,” I scolded myself.

“Aw, I can give you a bathing suit! I put extras in the pool toy closet encase someone forgot. The water is so nice and warm!”

My stomach dropped, I don’t want to swim. I’m a terrible swimmer, really I am. My Mom signed me up for lessons at this woman’s house, and she ended up talking to her boyfriend the whole time. I almost drowned, and ever since then I hate swimming. I forced a smile, “Yeah that would be cool. I have a question though, what about the lightning? There’s a pretty bad storm.”

Please, please, say everyone is getting out of the pool.

“Nah, we have a special conductor on the roof. My Dad is into stuff like that. We are completely safe in here!”

She pulled my arm, leading me to a closet, “Ok I have a black bikini, a red one and a blue one. I think the red would go with your costume!” She picked it out of the drawer, and handed it to me, “I’ll let you get changed in here, and guard the door.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, getting out of my costume carefully. I swear if this thing rips…

After what seemed like hours, I got out of the costume safely, and put on the bikini. I felt my legs, and breathed a sign of relief. “Thank you God for my shaved legs.”

I picked up my costume, and tried to open the door. It wouldn’t budge, and I started to get nervous. I banged on it, and finally it flew open.

A skinny guy with blonde hair and blue eyes opened it, with a lazy smile on his face. Tom Gregory, oh Jesus no. He pulled me out of the closet roughly, and grabbed me by both arms. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have ourselves a dry little lady! You know what that means?” He shouted.

Everyone stood up and cheered, as three guys came over to me pumping their fists in the air. “Dunk her! Dunk her! Dunk her!” They chanted.

“Hell no! Hell no! Hell no!” I replied sarcastically, backing up. Tom grabbed my arm, and I tried to pull away. He snaked an arm around my waist, and easily dragged me towards the water.

This has to be a nightmare.