You were standing in the graveyard alone, staring down at Edward McClanahan's grave. A few trinkets decorating it from the latest pilgrimage made by the current basketball team of Thunder Bay Prep. It was a cool night in October and Devils Night was coming up very soon, you had no idea what to expect. Will always had his eyes on you, he tried getting close to you in high school, but you didn't let him. You couldn't. You didn't trust these boys; it could have been just a huge funny prank to them. But even as the years passed, Will never stopped and you always felt him around, watching.

A twig snapped somewhere behind you, your thoughts leaving as you go completely still. Maybe it was the security guard taking his nightly stroll. You turn your body toward where the sound came from your eyes scanning the surroundings, but you don't see anything. Just as you were about to get the hell out of there you saw something move in your peripheral vision but before you could react someone grabs you from behind pulling you back toward their hard frame. "You shouldn't be out here alone." He whispers as you try to get out of his hold, but he won't budge. Slowly, you turn your head to the side immediately seeing the familiar green eyes, his face hidden behind his mask with his hood up. "It can be dangerous." He adds, staring down at you.