It shouldn't have been him. If I was a good friend, I would've went back to help him but I didn't. He told me to go and so I did. If I hadn't had cared about John so much, it probably would've been me and not him that had gotten killed.

As my alarm sounded, I got out of bed, awaiting the dreadful day that was ahead. Thank god it was Halloween and my friends and I were going out to celebrate my tournament win and then go out for some candy and a good laugh.

When I got to school, my friends were at my locker waiting for me to tell them the plan for our night. We were planning an all-nighter at the old abandoned church and it was going to get scarier with the night that passed as we stayed up all night.

As soon as school was over, we went over to my house and