As we got dressed in our costumes, my mirror cracked as if something invisible slammed against it, but as i looked carefully there was a etched sign.I looked closer and it appeared to be a hangman symbol. In my opinion that night, I thought that nothing really matter all I had to do was relax, but what I should have really thought was who would have left a hangman sign there? Just for that one mistake, my life became a living nightmare that turned me paranoid thinking there is face inside of watching every step, every movement, everything I do.
I was so impressed by myself at making me look so much like a dead nerd. Though I had pretty good academic grades at school, I could never dress like this. Being so fascinated, I didn’t notice my predator was actually watching me colsely. Ding dong! As I opened the door, a group of familiar people stood there, my awesome friends. Something in particular seemed to be different about them, but as looked closer I notice someone was not there. There was a trail of blood.