Mileven Stories

Thriller (1994)

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HALLOWEEN NIGHT — 1984

The sensation of being watched is unlike any other. It unfolds with prickles at the back of your neck before an unsettling chill radiates through your bones. As soon as one detects that they are being analyzed by watchful eyes, it's almost like having a paralyzing alarm internally ringing in full fledged panic.

The haunting feeling of being followed had been trailing behind Mike's back for nearly twenty minutes. Anxiety was itching up his throat, but he forced his terror into the furthest corner of his mind as he and Will trudged behind Lucas, Dustin, and Max.

After leaving the Loch Nora area, it still seemed as though there was something silently awaiting his attention. Sick of feeling inferior to fear, Mike spun around and saw a small ghost standing ten feet behind where he stood. The figure did not move or waver, almost as if they had been stunned into a permanent placement.

He looked over his shoulder to see that his friends and the red headed girl dressed as Michael Myers had already gotten a few yards ahead of him. With a sigh, he shifted his attention back to face the ghost; only this time, the petite figure had grown much closer. The person stood just an arm's length away from him as their pupils burned into his own.

"A-are you lost?" Mike stuttered.

The ghost simply shook its head, denying the idea of being unaware of their surroundings.

"Oh. Okay, well, I'm going to go find my friends," he declared, yet, his feet couldn't seem to follow his statement.

The two simply stood there in the middle of the dimly lit street and stared at one another. The fearful worry that had built up within Mike's gut had oddly diminished to ash as he remained in close proximity to this unidentified person.

Taking a leap of faith, Mike gulped, "do I know you?"

Frustration seeped into his core as the figure chose not to speak. However, a new emotion flooded his chest when a flannel covered arm reached out to him. The sleeve of their shirt was unbuttoned, allowing a sliver of their pale wrist to be exposed.

There, resting on top of the skin he had been desperate to touch for the past year, was the number that made his heart sway amongst the heavens.

011

His tear filled eyes flickered back up to her's, immediately recognizing the way that the honey brown coloring called out to his soul pleadingly.

Not wasting another moment, his feet shuffled forward in an uncoordinated rush as he placed his arms tightly around her waist. He was hit by such euphoric adrenaline that he giddily lifted her off of the ground for a brief moment. Millions of words lingered on his tongue, begging to be spoken, but she beat him to it.

"Mike. It's not safe," her hands gripped his shoulders as she urged, "we need privacy, please."

With Mike taking the lead, the duo silently sped walk hand in hand into the edging of the woods, only stopping once they found a large fallen tree trunk to sit upon. Just as he was about to start firing out millions of concerned questions, he recalled his burning urgency for something else.

His hands worked quickly as he freed her from the white cotton sheet. Now staring back at him beneath the moonlight was the prettiest girl he would ever see. Her doe eyes hadn't changed and the dimples that permanently caressed her cheeks remained dominant. The only notable difference within her appearance that had already captivated his heart were the chestnut curls that he so desperately wanted to run his fingers through.