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I awoke to the sound of Sad But True by Metallica rocking through my alarm clock, and to the wish that the night was a few hours longer so that my slumber could have lasted just that little bit more. While I was thinking about this I heard James Hetfield sing
I hate Halloween. Ever since I was a kid I hated Halloween, and my older brother Justin knew this, and always tried to scare the shit out of me, but I never knew why I hated it. All I knew was that every year, I always had the worst feeling of dread come over me on this day. Just a feeling of pure terror. But there was no reason for this. I
So I continued on like any normal day getting in my Monaro and driving the 45 minute journey to work, but while driving, I kept on glimpsing a dark figure out of the corner of my eye. It was really starting to freak me out, so I pulled to the side of the road and tried to calm myself down. Sitting there in my car, I realised how ridiculous I was being. I was just getting myself worked up over nothing.
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So after scolding myself for being so stupid, I started the car back up and sat there for a minute just listening to the V8 rumble. After feeling sufficiently calmed down, I pulled back onto the road to complete my commute to work. Even when I arrived, I was still feeling a bit wary but I just told myself I was being paranoid, and got on with the day, trying to ignore the growing sense of unease.
All throughout the morning I kept getting the feeling of eyes on me, and of being followed. The harder I tried to ignore it, the worse it got, to the point where my boss noticed me looking around with a worried look on my face all the time. He asked me if something was wrong. I tried to play it off as nothing, but
So now I was in danger of being sacked over this, but I
I was speeding all the way home. Running red lights. I almost t-boned a guy. I only just stopped in time. I was absolutely terrified, and not thinking straight. When my house came into view, the relief was palpable. I pulled into my driveway, jumped out, and rushed inside. I ran around the house, making sure all the doors and windows were locked, grabbed a knife, and holed myself up in my bedroom. I just sat there for a few hours, jumping at every little noise I heard.
After about three hours of this, I had managed to calm myself down considerably. I was still on edge, but more rational now. I looked outside and noticed it was getting dark. I thought about it for a minute, and came to the conclusion that I
I dropped the bowl. Slammed the door and locked it. Then grabbed the knife. Now by this point, I was sick of being hunted. I started making a plan. If this fucker wanted to take me out, I sure as hell
I had been waiting for hours for any sign that this
It was running towards the back door, so I charged over, ready to confront it. I ripped open the door. Nothing. I stuck my head outside, and just caught a glimpse of it running down the side of the house to the front. So I scurried to the front door, tore it open, and again. Nothing. Then realising I had left the back door open, I rushed back across the house, slammed it shut and locked it.
I knew I was to late. It was in the house now. I was sure of it, and I was on the back foot. I was creeping around the house, looking in every nook and cranny. I looked through the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom. Nothing. It had to be in my bedroom. So I crept up to the door, summoned all my courage, and burst through the door to
It came from the living room. I stood for a second, stealing my nerves and trying to regain my composure. This was it. Showtime. I braced myself, and headed to the living room. There it was. Standing there. Looking at me. A sick smile on its face. We both just stood there for a moment, in a sort of Mexican stand off. It started laughing. That was it. I rushed it. It dove out of the way of my knife. It was very quick and agile. I heard it make a noise that resembled distorted speech. I
We were struggling for the knife. I had a pretty good grip on it, but it was starting to pry it away from me. I stomped on its foot, to try and get it to let go, but it
It let me go instantly. I was relieved to get away from its grip for the moment. I turned around to defend myself from its attack, when I noticed the knife in its throat. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, until I noticed a bit of skin peeking through on its neck. On closer inspection I could tell it was wearing a mask. I pulled the mask over its head to find the face of my brother staring back at me.
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