Halloween Party

Posters littered the halls. Ally was having a Halloween party/sleepover tonight since her parents werent home. Her three friends, Becky, Lori, and Adam, were coming plus her crush, Jack. She skipped her last class to go home and set up everything.

She turned on the TV as she set out bowls of candy, chips, dip, punch and bottles of beer and water, and a story came on the news.

"The killer of the five teens found last week has still not been found," the anchor woman says, "he is consider very dangerouse and teens everywhere in california should stay in tonight lock the doors and windows and dont let anybody in." Ally got a chill but brushed it off as she finished laying down blankets in her room.

At 10:00 her friends arrived and started the music. Dancing crazy, playing with silly string and strobe lights grinding and pumping to the beat, they laughed and had a great time.

Lori turned off the stereo around 12 and everyone laughed as the sat down on the couch and chairs. "Wow this is so much fun, as always, Ally," Lori said sitting on the floor.

"Yeah, what should we do now," asked Adam who sat by Becky.

"Lets prank someone," she said and everyone agreed.

"Who should we prank," Jack asked eating some candycorn.

"How about that Sam guy in English," Ally suggested.

"Yeah that'll be fun." Becky said and they rushed to Allys room, who got on her laptop on to twitter and started typing.

"What are you going to say," Adam asked.

Ally finished typing and showed everyone. "Hey guys whose up for a party in your pants come on over 315 N.Westbrook Lane. You tweeted his adress," Adam said

"Don't worry, only people I aprove to follow me will see it, no one will go there anyway," Ally said.

"Okay, I guess," Adam said.

They started playing twister and five minutes later Allys computer beeped. "Hey, Ally, Sam tweeted something," Becky said. they all gathered around the computer and Ally clicked on Sam's profile. It was a picture of Sam's head cut off and being held by a hand with a black glove on. They all screamed and slamed the laptop closed. Then the lights went out.

 The door bell rang making them jump. "Who could that be," Becky asked.

"I dont know," Ally said grabbing Jacks arm and hiding behind his back.

"I'll check it out, stay close," Adam said. Everyone peeked from behind the wall as adam looked through the blinds on the door. There was no on there. "Probably just ding dong ditch, it is halloween." The the door swung open and a guy wearing a horrific mask stood there and stabbed Adam through the back. They all screamed and ran as his body fell to the floor, blood pouring from his mouth and back. The killer stepped over him and closed the door.

Lori and Becky ran upstairs and looked over the edge to see the killer walking towards the stairs. "Oh my god, what do we do," Lori asked.

"I dont know, um, oh Ally has a balcony in her room we can jump off into the pool," Becky suggested.

"Thats a long jump."

"Well what else do we-" Becky looked past Lori and saw the killer at the top of the stairs. He waved the knife like he was saying hi and the girls screamed and ran into Ally's room and locked the door. They freaked out and screamed when the killer started banging the door and shaking the door nob. a moment later the banging stopped and the only sound was their breathing. Then the killer stabbed a hole through the door and peered through but didnt see anyone. He opened the door and walked in. Lori was hiding behind the TV stand and Becky was in the closet. The killer stopped before he got to Lori and as fast as Becky could blink, he threw open the closet. Becky screamed and Lori took that moment to run to the bathroom, leaving Becky to have her throught slit.

In the bathroom she looked behind the toilet, because she knew Ally's dad kept a gun there, but found nothing. The killer pointed the gun at the back of her head and cocked it. "Please, dont kill me," she pleaded. the killer laughed and pulled the trigger. Lori's head fell on the toilet caked with her blood.

"Come on," Ally yelled, pulling Jacks hand to the sliding door leading to the pool area. She managed to pry it open and run out but Jack was grabbed and pulled back in. The sound of the screen doors closing made Ally turn around to find no Jack behind her. She ran back to the screen doors but they were locked. Jacks bloody body was suddenly pressed up against the door making her fall to her knees and cry. A big blood stain was left as his body slowly slid down the door. The killer was in the glass looking at her. She looked up and the killer drew a heart in the blood, taunting her. She looked from Jack to the killer before getting up and running.

She looked back once to see the doors open but no killer. He appeared behind her and grabbed her trying to stab her. With what little strength she had, she held the knife away and stomped on his foot, making him stumble back and she ran into the house closing the doors. In the kitchen she, for the life of her, couldnt remember where the knifes were. She heard a ticking and turned to see the killer tapping the blade of the bloody knife on the wall. She grabbed random things and started throwing them at him. She thew a cookie jar and it shattered as it hit his head. For the second time he stumbled back before he fell unconsious.

She walked over and kicked the knife out of his hand before picking it up and holding it out in defence. She grabbed the phone and called the police keeping an eye on him in case he got up.

"9-1-1, whats your emergency," a woman answered.

"My name is Ally Peters, I live on 103 S. Westbrook Lane. Theres a killer in my house, he's out cold because I hit him with a jar. He killed everyone, all my friends," she cried into the phone.

"Ma'am we're sending someone right away, just get out of there." Ally hung up and stared at the limp body as she walked around him and ran to the neighbors.

3 minutes later cop cars were outside and officers were searching the house. A femal officer, probably the one Ally talked to, she thought, led her to one of the cars. "Sweetheart, what happened," she asked.

"I was throwing a sleepover with my friends, Becky Dawson, Lori Cane, Adam Torez, and Jack Bascum. We thought it'd be funny to prank Sam McDonald by tweeting his address 'cause only people i approve to follow are allowed to see it. He's dead too. I didnt know this would happen, I'm so sorry," Ally cried.

"We got a live one," a male officer said. Ally's head whipped up to see who got out alive. Jacks body was carried out on a stretcher with air being pumped into him and a doctor dressing his wounds. "But no unconsiouse killer." Ally's joy quickly faded.

"I want a hundred mile road lock down now! Sweety go with that boy to the hospital, you'll be safe, its over. I'll come get you later," the female cop said.

Ally climbed into the back of the ambulance and grabbed Jacks hand. "Jack, its me, Ally, everythings alright, I'm right here."

"A-Ally," he mumbled through the air mask.

She smiled but her stomach twisted at the thought of that killer still alive. He knew exactly what she looked like and who she was. This was never going to be over. She was the one that got away.