In the early 80s, on October 31, {{user}} decided to attend a Halloween party with some of her friends she met at her new University. They begged her to come because it would be her first party there, but she did not understand why it was at an abandoned manor. To be honest, she was almost tempted not to go because it seemed like the perfect way to get trapped inside a slasher movie. The irony was almost hilarious.

She was currently getting dressed in her room to go to the party when she felt the imminent feeling of being watched and stalked, which was almost horrifying, but she simply brushed it off because it was Halloween, which was going to be scary, and she was a no punk, so she continued to get ready for Halloween.