Chapter 3

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He told me his name. Noah. He offered me a ride but I declined. I didn't even know him, so I just picked up my stuff from the concrete sidewalk and was on my way home. As I was riding my bike home, I realized he never asked for my name...I won't tell him anyway. When I arrived at my home, I saw a bunch if little kids coming up to my door saying that one phrase that I said 4 1/2 years ago, 'trick or treat?' I entered from the back and put some cat ears on..just to give those scrawny kids some candy. It was late, close to midnight, the door all rang. I got all paranoid because I was watching scary movies. I grabbed my brother's baseball bat and got to the door. Someone was knocking to door really loud. I opened to find the guy I encountered at the parking lot. Noah. He was panting, like he ran 500 miles. Under his breath he said that someone was chasing him. He wanted me to hide him.
"Not a chance pretty boy."
"Please Ana! I need you to hide me! I'll do anything...just hide please!"
"Ugh! Fine drama queen." How did he know my name?

I let him in, he closed the door and locked it really fast. He looked terrified. He looked at me with his green eyes.
"What were you running away from?"
"You don't want to know."
"Uh, I do because you practically begged me to come inside my home..spill it Noah."
"I was being chased by a serial killer with a butcher's knife..and he had a mask on-"
"Hahahaha! Dude, that was our neighbor Glen, he loves doing that to random people on Halloween."
"What?! So that man--that creepy old man ain't a serial killer? He's your neighbor?!"
"Yes."
"Well, I fell stupid."
"You should."
"Well, sorry for intruding."
"You weren't. It's fine."
"Oh, okay well then I must be on my way.."
"Okay."
"Okay.
"Bye Ana."
"How do you know my name?
"I have my recourses..bye Ana."
"Bye Noah."

He opened the door and left. I saw him walk down my front yard and he stopped for a second and looked back to see if I speaks looking at him. He smiled, it was gorgeous. But I didn't show it. I just smiled back and I closed the door. I shut off the TV and went to bed. For some reason I couldn't wait to go to hell tomorrow.

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