Why Don't We imagines

Zach > 12

A/N: this is merely because I love this song and it made me think of a scary story. We all know Zach loves to be scared and it kinda translates with the video. I've been listening to this song since I was ten or eleven so I hope you guys enjoy.

Also, shoutouts to anyone who can name most or all references to the classic horror films or horror in general in the video and in the story because I'm not solely going to base it off the video.
IM SORRY FOR KILLING ANYBODY OFF IN THIS BUT I HAD TO FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY!'

             >> Psycho Race >>

    The wind was cold, crawling across the back of your neck like a bony hand finger-walking across your shoulders. You pulled your cardigan around you tighter and stared at the gravestone in front of you stoically. It had been 20 years, and you still thought about senior prom night. It changed you and your friends lives forever. Some for bed and some for worse. This was actual proof.

   You lean down and brush your fingers against the weathered engraving. " I'm sorry." You murmur, kissing your fingers and standing up with a hard expression. Not turning back, you leave, knowing that all the tears you could cry were cried twenty years ago. And nineteen years ago. And sixteen years ago. Now all you could do was spit on YOUR grave. Even though you weren't dead yet, that night taught you that it could happen at anytime, and boy was it a harsh reality to face.

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Senior prom 20 years ago:

    You look in the mirror, making sure that every curl was in its perfect place. The silver charm bracelet that your boyfriend, Clarence, gave you was dangling off your wrist and you smiled as it glinted off your sky blue dress.

Your dress was big, no doubt about it. It took up a whole doorway and if you didn't walk very strategically, you would tumble Over. But, you didn't care. You and Clarence were the runners for King and Queen. That's all that mattered. Not that you were going with Clarence.

You ran with a popular crowd at school, and your best friend, Krissy, could be particularly nasty. Her favorite victim being a girl named Carrie. You felt completely and utterly bad for this girl, so you had convinced Clarence to go with her. You would just go stag. Besides, it was probably time to pay it forward since you were going off to college soon.

Giving yourself another once over in the mirror you make your way out of your room and down the stairs. Your mom has a proud smile on her face and your dad has tears in his eyes. They pull out a camera.

" Nope!" You quickly hustle down the last steps and to the door. They follow behind you.

" Honeybunch, it's your senior prom and you look so beautiful." Your mom sniffles.

" Just one picture." Your dad negotiates.

You knew you would have to, they wouldn't let you leave without one. So you swiveled around and flashed them a smile, your pearly white teeth on display.

There's a flash and the sound of the camera whirring and it's all you need to turn the handle and twirl out. You shut it with a harsh thud and let out a breath you had been holding. You loved your parents, but they thought you were perfect and did no wrong and that was inconceivable. You let out a breath and look down at the porch. There, a long-stemmed red rose lies with a note attached. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you lean down and gingerly take the bite. Maybe it was from Clarence. You smiled at the thought.

I know what you did last prom.

Your smile drops and your mouth opens. How? How did someone know? The only person who knew was Krissy and she sure as hell wouldn't tell.