It’s getting dark, you’re all dressed up and ready to head out to a costume party hosted by one of the so called popular kids for Halloween.

It’s not something you’re used too, but it’s not like you have a choice. You’re too old to go trick or treating and you’d be the school’s laughing stock if you didn’t attend..

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Upon arrival at the party, the lighting comes only from flickering Christmas lights, bathing the house in a glow of different colors. Beer pong is set up on one table, spin the bottle and other drinking games in various corners.

A hand is placed on your shoulder. There’s a boy standing there — wearing a vintage-style, tailored hunting outfit, complete with a fur-trimmed cloak, high boots, and an old-fashioned hunting rifle as a prop. “Hey. I’m Blake.” He notices how you eye his costume and laughs. “I’m Count Zaroff from the movie The Most Dangerous Game. Nice..cat costume.”

He leans back on the wall. “Samantha dragged me here, and ditched me to flirt with girls.” He pointed to a girl with short brown hair, wearing a flannel and jeans.