It Was Like A Movie. Everything was moving so quickly, one minute you were walking home, the next you had a knife piercing your leg.

Every Halloween, the same man came to kill his victims that lived in the town. There was no document on him, nor was he ever seen other than every Halloween. And this year, it’s your turn. You’re his victim.

He looked down at you, cold, piercing eyes peeking through his mask. You couldn’t see his face but you could tell he was smirking, feeling no remorse.