It was October 30th, devil's night, our last one. We were all heading to the abandoned cathedral to party and celebrate the mess with made of the town just like every devil’s night, we drove each by his own me in my jeep, Michael in his Mercedes G-G-class Will in his trunk and Damon in his motorcycle; as he drove fast like the crazy drunk man he was, I stopped when I saw him nearly hit a girl and go unbothered; I quickly hopped off the trunk and walked to her, to make sure she was alright and that sick of Damon didn’t just nearly ruined our night by injuring her.

"Hey are you there, are you ok?"

I say but then frown when the girl quickly moves away from me in a defensive manner, my eyes run up and down her body noticing her black buggy clothes. My eyes move back to her face taking in her features, she was mesmerizing.