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It's late at night and I'm finally coming back home from a full shift at work. It's was Spooky Month, and the whole house was mine. My parents let me house sit their extravagant two-story building while they left across the states for a long vacation.
I didn't mind being alone on Halloween. I didn't mind cooking at home. I didn't regret not going with my mom and dad on that airplane. My job offered paid overtime that day and I took that opportunity for myself.
My keys jangled as I opened the door lock. I stepped and cleaned my shoes on the mat and quickly entered to escape the frost bite. With a loud clang I shut the door behind me and swiftly shut the clasp closed.
I started humming a tune, shedding my heavy winter coat, beanie, and scarf.
But every now and then I wonder..
I walked into the kitchen and lit the stove on, with a click.
After placing a small pot over the flame, I swung opened the fridge and pulled out a small milk cartoon.
'Now I just need the chocolate powder' I thought to myself. Every cabinet in the kitchen was opened until I secured the secret coco mix.
What if I did went with them..
I stirred the hot cocoa mix.. in deep thought. rethinking all the other personal life choices I've made. It felt like a loud silence in the house. I didn't think it would be so quiet without anybody here. I waited a couple moments and finally, I've had enough. I lowered the flame on the stove and strolled into the open living room.
'I just wanted to feel like an adult' I complained to myself inside my head. Adults complete highschool, adults go to college, they stick with the same job forever, and then they retire. Nothing more, nothing less. And if I'm lucky, I'd share deep intimate contact with someone.
My less than subtle rant went on untill I found the t.v remote under the couch. On top of the comfy sofa, I crossed my legs and pointed at the television screen. I watched the screen come to life with bright, colorful flashing pictures.
"I just want to really live my life on the edge.." I briefly closed my eyes, as if making a wish "..with no regrets."
A moment of silence passed until..
Two loud knocks banged at the door.
"Huh-?" I looked over my shoulder.
The two knocks got louder. Again.
My eyes narrowed at the dark wooden door.
'Who is knocking at this hour?' I mused to myself and took soft footsteps toward the door. Is it a neighborhood? No, they're definitely sleeping. Maybe a coworker, but, they would've texted me that they were coming...
When I unclasped the secure bolt locks and swung the door slowly, there was nothing. Nobody was there. Just empty blankets of snow lit by the porch light, stretching into the dark abyss.
'Um. Okay...' That was really weird, creepy...but strange.
I heard a small ominous noise next to me, like glass breaking and falling on the floor. I heard heavy footsteps stomp across the floor and fell quiet behind me. My e/c eyes widened and panic froze me. I couldn't move. I almost couldn't breathe. It felt like a threatening presence was behind me right now.
I thought the worst. And of course.
A red gloved hand shut the door with swift force and glued itself on the doorway, followed by heavy breathing and quiet chuckling.
'This is bad.' I thought, 'I'm pretty sure someone broke into my house'
By sheer willpower, I found myself slowly but surely doing a full U-turn. I was being really brave. I reasoned to myself that if I get a good look at him, I'll be able to tell the cops a good detailed description.
That was a mistake.
This could not have prepared me for what I was staring at this moment in time. A tall, heavy set man in a red devil costume.
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I glanced at the clothes the mystery man was wearing. A deep crimson turtleneck sweater, worn with plain black pants, black shoes. Looming down straight at me, a sadistic, toothy grin plastered on his face. The stranger stared into the windows of my soul with his pitch black pupils. His face was seemingly covered with a horned mask, so there was no way of seeing his identity.
My face didn't move from his, but my eyes followed his free-hand wielding some sort of pointy, steak-cutting knife. It floated just above my head, threatening to freshly lacerate my skin if I tried making a run for it.
"Nice to meet cha' at last." The masked man began to lower his knife. As If to appear less intimidating.
His voice was deep and unshaken, his warm southern drawl reverberated nicely in my ears. If only he didn't look like he was about to kill me.
"I wanna play a little game with you.."
My breaths began to turn shallow, as I anticipated what kinds of horrors lied in store.
"It'll be fun...just you and me..for old times sake."