It was Halloween night, which was my favorite holiday but things have changed. I was in a very sketchy neighborhood that I was very unfamiliar with. I asked my “friends” if we could leave but then they all agreed I was childish and they should never bring me out again. Honestly they aren’t my true friends because I can’t trust them. They seem so fake with each other and the fact that they thought it was right to pressure me into staying doesn’t seem very trustworthy. I ditched my true friends to come with this new group because I thought it would make me cool. I just wanted them to accept me but I didn’t need to prove anything to them if they were going to treat me like the way they did. I felt even worse about not going with my real friends now that I know how they truly are. 

They knew that I was nervous but still went down the sketchiest street. I was very uneasy the whole time and they knew that but chose to go through it anyways. The whole time I tried to convince myself that I would be okay but this is the street with all the rumors of mysterious killings and missing teens. I didn’t want to go through the cul de sac at first with all the distant screams, thick fog and occasional silence. Everyone continued to pressure me into walking though the whole thing, I hesitated then agreed.

As we walked the crooked sidewalks, I spotted something moving in the bush. I screamed quietly and jumped, accidentally bumping into the girl in front of me. Everyone else scrambled through the bush to find what it was. A terrifying clown jumped out and scared me lifeless. As a reaction, I ran. I dropped everything and ran. Every time I looked back the clown was getting closer. Why is he still chasing me? Why is everyone laughing? They should be doing something! They all were laughing as the clown chased me into the woods. I was terrified for my life but obviously no one else cared. It was just me and the clown, in the woods alone. I turned around again hoping I had lost him. I panicked and tripped, but when I fell I hit my head on a thick root. The impact rendered me unconscious, leading to a complete blackout. 

Everything last night was a blur. My ankles were tied to the legs of the wooden chair, with my hands tied behind me. The room was dark except for a singular hanging light hovering over my head. There seemed to be no one sharing the unfamiliar room with me. It wasn’t until I saw a person wearing a clown mask standing in the shadows, staring at me, when I grew scared. They spoke very few words to me, however their voice sounded very familiar. They expressed to me that I knew who they were and everything that would happen is all because of me. I started to panic even more, trying to figure out what would happen and what I could do to stop anything from happening. 

I could hear my friends from last night screaming for help. Their screams sounded very muffled and distant. The person dressed as the clown walked away to hush everyones helpless yells. I took this as my chance to untie myself and run for help. I was almost fully untied when I heard the silence that spoke louder than the fear. There was an echoing thud before everything went silent. I knew what had happened but I tried to not think about the possibilities. 

As soon as I untied myself completely, I ran to the nearest working cell phone and called the police for help. I went to my house and found my parents nervously sitting on the couch together. I told them what happened and surprisingly they believed me. I was so scared to tell them because I didn’t want them to think it was just an excuse to why I was out late. We put on the local news waiting for more information on who the killer was and who made it out safe. 

On the News the police made them take the mask off. There were so many thoughts racing through my mind. It was all my fault as to why all my friends from last night weren’t safe anymore. It was my fault because the clown was my best friend.