All Hallows Eve
Have you ever had a really good friend? You know, the type that you have known since kindergarten? Well, my life has always been a paranormal hotspot. I remember how I was fascinated by monsters and beings and all that stuff. Anyways I had this really good friend named Alice (I'm keeping her real name a secret). Alice was a great friend and had always been there for me.
Whether in school or on Facebook, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I remember meeting her in kindergarten through currently going out with her. Trust me, if you were going out with her you would be the happiest man in the world. But I will never remember that day.
That Hopeless Day
At the time I lived in the craziest fucking neighborhood you could possibly imagine. Gang fights were on a fucking daily basis. Stores were going out of business, gang fights, and killing were what my neighborhood was remembered for. My friend John, Alice, and I always hung out in an abandoned trailer on the beach which no one goes to.
That one day we were hanging out and John asked me to get soda and snacks, the usual. It took an hour but the walk to and from there was always calm and relieving. I saw the trailer bouncing in a weird way. As I opened it there was Alice getting raped by John. I couldn't believe it. I just stood there watching while she screamed at me. That one word she happened to mutter haunted me for the rest of my life. "Help". I made a run for it, never seeing any of them any again.
All Hallows Eve
It's been three years exactly since the date of her rape. It was also Halloween. I didn't dress up but I gave out candy to hyperactive kids who seemed too spoiled to get anything. I was ready to get some sleep since there wasn't any trick or treaters for the past hour or so. Then I saw a masked man in the doorway. Of course he had a knife in his hand.
I ran and tackled him screaming, "Motherfucker get outta my house!" We fought for quite some time until I realised who he was. John! Tears rolled down my face. Anger into my fists. I had a message to tell him for three years. "Die son of a bitch."
I pulled his knife and gave him one stab to the chest. Impaled to the wall he let out his final breath. See you next Halloween. He fell dead with an evil grin on his face. I stared at his smiling lifeless body. I fell to my knees and whispered in his ear, "I will see you there".