The Night When Everithyng Changed

Halloween the best night of the year for kids. It's supposed to be all party and laughter... except for me.... It's not fun when you have a family that hates you...

- you little pest... COME DOWN! - screamed my dad from downstairs

I rushed to go down the stairs and go directly to the kitchen were my dad was. There they had my baby brother in their hands. I wish they ever carried me.

-Yes sir... - I never called him dad... if I did he would slap me...

-we are going out so your brother can know what Halloween is... Stay and don't go out! -he said looking at me disgusted and then looking at my brother like he is the angel in this house... Not my fault I'm a girl and not a boy...

-Yes... - I never had friends so I'm pretty serious...

After that I went to my room and started reading... hours went by until they arrived. They didn't give me food or anything so I just waited until they went to sleep.

At some point without realising it I fell asleep to... Until I heard something downstairs... I always had a fascination for scary story's, I guess now I know how the protagonist felt like...

I get up from my bed and grab a bat, that mysteriously was in my room. I go out of my room into the hallway silence and darkness drown me. The only thing I hear are creaks from the floor. I keep moving -creak, creak...- the floor is the only thing I hear.

Until In the middle of the hall I hear a laughter. coming from downstairs. As an automatic reaction I grab the bat harder in my hands... I continue and I am about to go down the stairs. The laughter starts again this time more disturbing than the last.

It continues and I start to go down stairs in this darkness that drowns me. I put my b.a.r.e feet in the first stair and it creaks... the laughter stops.... I notice it and ignore it.

I continue to go downstairs... I try to make no sound, the floor still creaks as I go downstairs... I grab the bat harder, so hard I think my hands are white...

I'm downstairs and I see nothing in the living room. just the same old sofa with... some red stains... I put my gaurd up... It isn't easy to scare me, but whoever did this is a professional Halloween player...

I see the stains Im the sofa and go there. I put my hands in them. I move my fingers and am surprised to see they are fresh. Meaning that the one who leaved this might still be here...

I grab the bat and put it as if i'm going to swing... I direct myself to the kitchen, while going there I hear giggles... I open the kitchen door, but the lights are off...

I start going in with caution until I hear knifes drop...

-oopsie... - I hear a voice being followed by the same perturbating laughter...

Now I know it... This person isn't a Halloween player... He's a murderer... I grab the bat even herder and concentrate on where the sound might be coming from...

It's not besides me, or else I would deal him breathing in my neck... not in the back or I wouldn't almost hear him... so it's...

I swing my bat in front of me and I feel something stop it in the middle... He was right there...

-You sure are noisy... -he said only letting me see his hand that was full of what seamed to be blood. I could also see he had a white sweat shirt on...

I maintained a serious face... Now that I know what I'm dealing with their is no need to be afraid...

- Well... - he seems surprised I'm responding to him -... I don't know if im the noisy one, when you broke Into MY HOUSE and started laughing like a maniac... - I said highlighting "my house" so he would understand loud and clear...

He started laughing again. He moves his other hand letting me see a bloody knife reflected to the moonlight that entered from the kitchen window...

-I have a feeling you won't be living here any longer... -he moves his knife to try and stab me but I hit his knife and make it fall to the floor...

I move back and he moves towards me. I can see his face... How... He isn't supposed to exist... He's supposed to be an urban legend...

- How... - I say seeing him in front of me with eyes wide open... - urban legends are supposed to just be legends... - I say looking at him...

-In every legend there is a bit of truth... -he says smiling at me from what seems to be ear to ear...

I snap out of it and see his full body. He's damn handsome to be Jeff The Killer. I giggle a little, ha seems surprised by it.

-well... good luck... - he looks at me confused

-good luck?... - he looks at me and smiles

- why? -he starts to slowly move towards me...

- I'm not an easy target... - I smile at him m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tically... I start to move towards him...

He seems surprised at the begging but then smiles back at me. I grab one of the knifes he dropped earlier. He try's to take the opportunity and stab me in the back, but I stop him in mid air.

- You... - I draw him closer, and whisper in his ear... - have to try harder...

NEXT CHAPTER........ "THE SUNSET"