We all love Halloween, right? The answer is yes. Yes we do. The best day of the year to be yourself. Dress however the hell you want and have a killer time. Great songs, parties, candy, and costumes. The spooky-scary season. The "Devil's Holiday". Well, let me tell you a story that'll either leave you scarred for life, or make this holiday even more thrilling and enticing for you. Let me tell you what went down on Halloween, 1984...
My name? Nick. Nick Crosby. I'm now 16 years old, I attend West Marsh High, West Marsh, Nebraska. A school that values arts and sports, and where plenty of teachers are assholes all because the only job they could get was teaching a bunch of reckless kids at a place where if you didn't bring coffee that was spiked with something, you were screwed for the entire day.
The students were the ones to uphold secret traditions passed down from class to class. Our favorite being Halloween celebrations. It's only been a year since the incident. Since the massacre. Since last Halloween... We were having a normal teenage experience. Partying. Many people were drinking, smoking, and dancing. It happened every year before. What made October 31, 1984 so different? So dangerous? So enticing, yet horrifying at the same time? What made everyone so terrified for their lives that they abandoned one of the most legendary parties to ever happen?
That night traumatized many of us. Made us grieve and cry. Made us scared for the next day to come. We all constantly look over our shoulders now. And dammit, I wish that he had tied his fucking shoes...
A/n: The next part will be coming soon. This is my first story, so I hope you enjoy it!
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Halloween of '84: You Better Fucking Run
Novela JuvenilHalloween... We all have been waiting for this night to come once more... But we weren't ready for it... Not this year... There's always going to be something lurking in the darkness and fog... and nothing good happens after midnight......
