Last Hallowen: section 6

                                                                               Section 6
  I woke up from the terrible dream I had. My heart was pounding so fast, feeling like it could come right out of my chest. I was still in the wooden chair locked up in the rusty,old chains. I felt  happy my dream wasn't real, but still wanting to be free and just lay in my own bed. In my own house. I wanted my dog. I wanted all this to be over already. Why can't Dexter see that I didn't do anything wrong. Why does he need to hurt me I didn't make him an orphan my parents did. Maybe he wants to get his revenge on my parents by hurting me or even killing me. I was his best friend. I was there for him when he had his ups and downs. Why would he want to hurt me? I turned my head when I heard a door creaking. I was trying to see if it was Dexter, and it was. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. I could sense his presence right in front of me, and I could feel his breath on my face. I
 tried so hard to keep my eyes closed. I felt his palm rest on my cheek. I flinched a little. I didn't think he noticed. "You better wake up soon." He said calmly. "Something big is coming."

Last Halloween Section 5

                                                         Section 5


I was still exploring the small and old apartment Dexter brought me to. I tried to find an exit to leave. I obviously couldn't use the door. He probably booby-trapped it. I was thinking about exiting through the window. I looked around to see if there where any cameras. I thought I saw one so I walked over to see if it was and I was right. I tried to look around the camera to see if there were some way to disconnect it. All I saw was a blue wire and a red wire. "Bang!" I heard the noise coming from the other side of the apartment. I walked slowly to where the noise was coming from. "Bang! BANG!" The noise got louder. I stood still and shivers when up and down my spine when I realized the noise was coming from the wooden door. Was he coming for me? I thought. I walked slowly to the door, trying to figure out what that noise could be. It could be Dexter or it could be the neighbors, if there where any. I put my shivering hand on the door nob. It was cold like no one had touched it for a very long time. My face lost its color. It so pale I looked like a corpse. I slowly opened the door. The loud creaky noise coming from the door made it even worse. I was looking at the floor to scared to look up. I was terrified, I didn't know what was coming. I slowly turned my head up. I jumped back with fear. I froze my face as pale as ever. "Why." I said in a shivering voice. "Why not?" the man said with the large and metal ax. 

Last Halloween Section 4

                                                                    Section 4

"My parents wouldn't do anything like that." I whispered. "Not to a child." For some reason part of me believed him, but the other part didn't. Now that I thought about it, my parents were a little mysterious. It always felt like they where hiding something from me. I always ignored that feeling because they never kept secrets from me. Or at least I thought so. I kept telling myself "It's not true. It's not true. Don't believe him he's a psycho." I closed my eyes and took a deep a breath. When I opened my eyes Dexter was gone. I tried looking around but the chains around me made it difficult to. I gave up and my eyes started to shut. I was so tired. I tried so hard not to fall asleep. Then I gave up again and fell asleep.
I woke up in another room. I wasn't in a chair or tied up in the old rusty chains. I looked around to see where I was. It looked like an ordinary room that would be in a house. I got up so I could see more. I saw a light coming from a wall. It looked like something was blocking it. I walked to the light. It looked like curtains where covering a window. I grabbed the curtains from each side and moved the curtains to the side. I squinted because the light went into my eyes. I turned around and it was an ordinary apartment. "Why would he bring me here?" I said in my head. I turned back at the window. I remembered everything that happened last night. How my dog died, how I was locked in chains, and I figured out my parents made a child an orphan. "What could possibly happen next." I thought, "Well anything can happen."

Last Halloween Section 3

                                                                 Section 3

Dexter, I thought in my head. It sounded so familiar. I don't know where I heard it from, or if I even did hear it. "Do I know you?" I asked confused as ever. "In fact you do from a long time ago." Dexter said. When he said that shivers when up and down my spine. I tried to remember him but I couldn't.  "You won't remember me. It was 12 years ago ever since we talked and ever since your parents, well you know what they did." What would my parents ever do to someone I knew 12 years ago? I looked at him even more. Then I remembered him. He was one of my best friends in middle school. What would my parents do so badly so that my old best friend would want to get revenge. " Listen, Dexter, I don't think my parents did anything that bad to you that would make you want to get revenge."  I said trying to keep a calm voice. "You. They. They didn't tell you what they did to me and my family." He was laughing hysterically while tears came out of his eyes. He started to point his gun at me. I tried to avoid the fact that he could kill me at any second, any minute now. He walked closer to me  I could feel his breath on my pale face. You could say that there was about an inch separating us. I tried to move back but he grabbed by my shoulder and brought me even closer. So close that our noses where touching. I could feel tears running down my cheeks. "Your parents, well, your parents made me become an orphan." He said in the calmest voice I ever heard.