User blog comment:CrashingCymbal/Halloween Writing Competition 2013/@comment-5608307-20131024003332

I remember last years Halloween. Normally, the "holiday" was always a forgettable one at best for me, as no one ever heads to the countryside to get their treats; the drive is long, hardly anyone around, and no one is prepared to begin with. Well, as of the 2012 year, I was 16 for around 4 months, and had no need to go out. So, as a resu;t, my parents took the two younger sibilings to Bangor (in Maine, obviously), so they can have their fill. I stayed and played Dead Space, but that isn't where this story is going. About halfway through mission 5, I believe, someone knocked on the front door, literally feet away from the living room in our somewhat "above average" trailer. I paused, and looked out the side window to see the unfortunate guest. When I saw no one at the door, I assumed it was a prank. After 2 more knocks and a rage quit, I got pissed. I decided to scare the punk with a knife. I wasn't going to actually hurt the prankster, just scare them away. So, I grabbed a large knife we used on Chicken and Pork to store them in a small freezer for our dinners later in the week. Setting up a chair, I looked at the clock, and I remember seeing a time around 8:30. At least I wouldn't have a early visit by my parents. The final knock came and I immediately opened the door. What I saw was horrifying: it was a bloodied, disfigured, and overall somewhat demonic  version of myself. Based on pure instinct, I used that knife, as soon as whatever the heck it was moved an inch towards me. I went for the gut first, then the throat. The face was next, and when it was on the ground, I finished it off at the it's back. I was surprised at how clean the death was. There was no blood, yet the wounds on it were there. The knife was as clean as a whistle. The body I threw in the woods, it would have to be. I felt a strange feeling of guilt; like I had killed someone. But the clear lack of blood lingered in my mind, and the guilt passed. I finished Dead Space, and decided to watch a horror movie, The Evil Dead starring Bruce Cambell. At 10, the family arrived, and the secret I harbored since had stayed...till now. That body disappeared over the following weekend, and whatever it was, is still a mystery to me.