3 The Man

"Trick Or Treat!" Said all of us with our bags open wide, waiting for the candy to be dropped. When we got what we wanted, We walked to the next house for our Candy pick up.

I'm the boy dressed as Scott Pilgrim by the way, And Yes, That is my natural hair color.

I stayed with the group for the next few houses until I decided to see what my friend was doing down the street. I knock on the door, but I get no answer, which is fine. I'll just see him later.

After being separated from the group, I continue to Trick Or Treat at the other houses with my pillowcase half full of candy. It became heavier the more the fun-size packs were stuffed inside. Around the time I drug it behind me, I noticed that someone was following me.

They wore a brown jumpsuit with a skull mask on their face so I couldn't tell just who it was.

I came to the next house and knocked on the door. Three teenage girls opened the door and smiled when they saw me.

"Yes?" The one in the middle asked.

"Trick or treat!" I Yelled and then whispered. "Is that person looking over here?"

As one girl got a hand full of candy from the bucket, the other two looked at the man across the street. "Yes." The second one said.

"I don't know him and he's following me."

"Do you need to come inside?" The third one asked.

"If I can come through the back."

They let me in and shut the door. I heard them chain the door locked while I went to the back with the third one. I went outside and waved bye. I took a couple of steps outside when I noticed a girl hiding behind a tree trunk holding binoculars. She noticed me watching and motioned me to go over there.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Victor. Who are you?"

"Ellen." She whispered.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm spying on them."

"Why?"

"Does it matter? Why don't you continue doing water you're doing so I can go back to whatever I was doing. Okay?"

I walked away from the tree and out of the yard. But when I turned around, the man was there. waiting for me.

I looked at him one last time and ran away. I didn't look back but I knew he was chasing me. We hurried down the quiet road and passed Old Man Kranker's house, whose front window crashed when we ran. Eventually, We made it to the cemetery where the man caught up. I fell and screamed when he was just a few feet away from me. The killer raised his knife but was attacked by two teenagers.

I wish I knew what happened next, but I passed out...