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***All in the spirt of Halloween, eating goodies and candy, and watching those horrifying Halloween movies. My favorites have always been Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween and Friday The Thirteenth! [This story is inspired by Michael (Halloween)]***

Unknown Awaiting

‘What have I done?’ I asked myself as I ran around the corner to save my life. My breathing was out of pattern with my heart beat. My lungs felt like they were going to explode if I kept breathing so heavily. My heart felt like it was going to attack my body and take over. No heart-attack is bound happen or my body would get stabbed. No phone calls aloud, no cell phone service-it was a dead zone from here on out. But then I think about who would care about me if I gave in and let this tall man in a silly mask kill me? My boyfriend hates who I’ve been, my friends hate it more. Maybe this guy was the grim-reaper or the devil. I had no idea what he was or why he was out to get me.

As I stood there waiting for him to show up out of no where my body slowed down. The adrenaline rush was over, my breathing had gotten to a point where I was sucking up all the air that I might have left. But my heart was still beating precisely ten times faster than usual. 
“Slow down,” I mouthed to my self as I kept my right hand on the cold hunter-green wall behind me and touched my forehead with my left hand. I shut my eyes for a moment and then snapped them back open realizing that there was a psychic guy trying to kill me. So I inhaled deeply and searched around me with my eyes slowly closing since I was so tired from running. I was tired. That was my problem, but I had millions of problems during the moment. I had to remind myself to breath no matter what happened. As I looked around again just to be cautious I placed my left hand back against the wall and slowly slid into the next room. I didn’t know what I did to deserve any of it. 
My mind had more problems than I was relating to, I had no place on this earth to run to to escape this evil feeling. I looked across from me to see this strange man, just as scared as I was against the wall. Just like me. We both jumped with horror when we saw each other, then we both inhaled.
“I’m Jack,” he whispered. I didn’t know what to say. In my conscious mind I thought he worked for the psycho. I could be sure.
“I’m Holly,” I whispered back.
“Are you okay?” he asked me. If I said ‘No’ would he stab me? I thought to myself. “I don’t know what to say, who are you?” I asked him scared out of my mind.
“I don’t work for John,” he assured me and then I knew the psycho’s name. John. Nice tone. “He killed my wife, Bailey a few hours ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Thanks, but now I’m gonna focus on getting you out of here.” he told me. “I want to be with her again.” he explained to me. “When he comes and finds us… Run.” he said with anticipation and fear in his eyes. “Run so you can be saved and I’ll get killed.” he said as he pointed to a door right next to us that read ‘EXIT’ in huge red lights, it was beautiful. I thought the second that I ran though that door, my life would be saved because of this selfless Jack guy. It was nice to know him for as short as I did. He was right though, John found us. He limped our way and Jack flashed a broken yet friendly smile and me like an acceptation. John grabbed Jacks neck and started to hold it tightly. Jacks face turned a hundred different shades of red in one second, the next second I went to the exit and looked back at him. John was pulling out a long silver butchers knife, he stabbed it into Jacks stomach but first it reflected off of his face. It was blue and purple. He was terrified, but he was smiling. He met up with Bailey and saved my life. Forever I will thank him. John was no longer taunting my every thought, my every dream, my every move. He was gone, off to taunt another terrified teenage girl.