A Halloween to Regret

It’s hard to believe a year has passed since the incident. I laid there on my bed, trying to rid the memories of that unfortunate night. But no matter how hard I try; I can’t repress the events of that night.

“Halloween again…” I said quietly to myself.

I got up from my bed and headed towards the kitchen. Today, I wasn’t going to school due to the special circumstances. I ate my breakfast and made no conversation with my family. My family just glared at me the whole time.

“So today is a nice day. Perfect weather…” My mom said.

I just looked at her and left the kitchen. I went back to my room and sat there at my desk, staring at the clock; silence.

I miss my friends and not a day goes by that I haven’t thought about them. The police never found a trace of them after that night and obviously they didn’t believe a single word I said.

“Typical cops,” I thought in my head.

I kept the sticky note I received after that night in a box in my closet.

“Should I?” I questioned myself.

I went to my closet, grabbed the box and placed it on my desk.

“Alright, it’s time.” I said to myself.

 I opened the box to find the sticky note was no longer there.

“No, this can’t be right.” I started to panic.

I searched my room to find the note but no luck. I stormed out of my room and went back to the kitchen.

“Where is the note!?” I demanded.

“What note?” My mom replied.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The note that was in this fucking box!” I yelled with rage.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We don’t know what you’re talking about?! We don’t know about any note!” My sister said.

<p class="MsoNormal">“LIES!” I yelled back.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Calm down, David.” My older brother said.

<p class="MsoNormal">“God damn it!” I yelled in frustration.

<p class="MsoNormal">I stormed out the living room and headed into the garage. I grabbed my bike and set off into the street. I don’t know what I accomplish doing this but I needed to leave. I pedaled my way down the streets, and though traffic; until I reached the cemetery. I left my bike on the grass and walked down the numerous rows of graves. I reached my friends’ graves.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Who did this?” I whispered.

<p class="MsoNormal">I stood there in silence and dread. Remembering all the good times of my fallen friends, then I noticed something on one of the gravestones; it was a sticky note. I leaned down and took the note and it said:

<p class="MsoNormal">“I haven’t forgotten about you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I froze. How did the sticky note get here?! Unless… I dropped the note and began sprinting towards my bike. Before I reached my bike, a black tall figure appeared in front of me.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What’s the hurry, we’re just getting started.” He said.

<p class="MsoNormal">Everything faded to black; I woke up tide up to a chair in a large chamber with only a light from the ceiling and a metal door. The metal door opened and the hooded man walked in.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Told you I haven’t forgotten about you.” The hooded man remarked.

<p class="MsoNormal">I feel too weak to talk; all my energy has been sucked out of me. I just glanced at him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Your protection is gone. I’m going to have fun with you tonight. Let’s begin shall we!” He said.

<p class="MsoNormal">He brought a cart filled with various torture devices. He took out a sharp knife and jammed it into my chest cavity. I yelled at the top my lungs as the blood gushed out my body.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Shut up!” He said aggressively as he grabbed my tongue and cut it off with his knife. Then, he ripped opened my torso and violently stabbed my organs.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you know how much trouble you caused me?!” He raged as he began tearing my organs. He grabbed my intestines and started choking me with it. He grabbed a dull hacksaw and started cutting off my limbs. The pain was nothing I have ever felt before; I kept yelling and yelling until I passed out.

<p class="MsoNormal">I woke up back on the chair but my body was restored to normal. I heard a laugh at the dark corner.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’re just getting started.” The hooded man smirked. I saw my family walk in the room or what were the meat puppets of the ones I loved.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You should have seen the look in their eyes!” He laughed.

<p class="MsoNormal">My family… gone. My worst fears became a reality. Every nightmare, fear, and doubt… The past year, I lived in mortal terror for my life and my family. Wondering when he’ll strike; ended up happening anyway. My fate was doomed from the start.

<p class="MsoNormal">He tortured me for hours on end, not sparing any tool. I could do nothing but sit there while he militates my organs and limps. Then he stopped and said, “Now it’s time for you to become my puppet you pleasant.”

<p class="MsoNormal">He stuck his whole hand into my chest. I felt the very being of me being torn out of me; my very soul tearing into shreds. No… I’m not giving up. I fought back with all my might.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What no! This can’t be; it’s impossible!” He said in shock as I tore his soul out of his body.

<p class="MsoNormal">I control him now. I felt the power of thousands of souls coursing through my veins. I could now liberate all the souls of the innocence people that fallen victim to the hooded man or… the power. I saw a new perspective in life, my eyes are now open. It is Halloween night and I made my decision.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Time to collect souls.

<p class="MsoNormal">Written by Sloshedtrain