Up until the Halloween of my 2nd year in college my life was pretty standard. I lived in a typical suburban area. All the houses looked the same, every day the men would leave for work, the kids would leave for school and the housewives would gather to gossip. It was such a small area, that if anything happened everyone knew about it and those women were the social networking behind it. I'm ashamed to say my own mother was part of them. I'd go out to the end of the road to stand and wait on the bus for college and she'd walk me out as far as the end of the driveway in her slippers and robe. I had always told myself that I would never become one of them so I decided going to college and getting a good education would lead to a job and I could eventually leave this place. But until then I was stuck here. I got on the bus and saw my usual bus friend I sit beside and she was on the phone. When she eventually hung up she turned to me with a huge grin on her face.

"Ok guess what"

"What?" I said searching through my book bag to make sure I didn't forget my paper.

"So Halloween is tomorrow and we're thinking of going up to that old mansion and having a small get together" she smiled.

"Ugh! Why do we have to go up there every year? You know I'm hearing rumours that there's a huge campus party happening"

We go to that mansion every year and every year it turns out to be shit. Some busy body always calls the police and we have to leg it. We did it all through school (when we were young enough not to know an better and actually thought we were getting drunk on a couple of warm beers from our parents 'secret' cabinets) but we were in college now, I thought maybe we would have found somewhere more grown up to drink such as a campus party.

"Ah c'mon it's tradition! You scared?" she laughed.

"No but come on we're in college now!" I said throwing myself back into the uncomfortable bus seat.

"And I know Nick is coming" she winked.

"So could not care less" I said looking out the window.

"Yes you do!"

"Why would he come, he doesn't live around here"

"Yea but he's in Graham's Ancient History class and he just happened to mention that's what we're doing and he wanted to come"

Ok I'm not gonna lie, the idea of spending Halloween with Nick was a very attractive proposition…

"Ok fine"

"Ha! I knew it! Right Graham is getting the beer and I'm going to the SU to get the free condoms, you wanna come?"

"Can't, I have class"

"Ok well I'll meet you after"

"Cool, see you then" I said as we got off the bus and she headed for one side of the campus and I the other. I didn't necessarily want a relationship with him because after seeing what my parent's marriage had turned into, I wasn't sure I ever wanted to be serious with anyone, but I needed the lay; let's just say it had been a long time.

"Alright, now I expect the reading to be done for next Tuesday, I know it's the Halloween weekend and you've all got other things to do, getting drunk and crawling all over each other like a box of hamsters but just remember you're college students come Tuesday…wait poor choice of words" he said as we all packed up and started leaving. The lecturer rubbed his temples as every student filed out discussing their long weekend plans. I met Jane at the bus stop and we discussed outfits and times. Just as we got off the bus we stopped and looked at the dark hill where we'd both hopefully be getting laid tomorrow.

It seems every year the kids start arriving earlier and earlier for trick or treating or maybe I was just getting older and more intolerant. I was trying to get ready and the doorbell was ringing every five minutes.

"FUCK OFF!" I yelled out the window.

"Alyssa! Stop shouting out the window, the neighbours can hear you!" my mother yelled up the stairs at me.

"Answer the door then! I'm getting dressed!"

The sooner college is over and I can leave the better.

I slid into my slutty dress that I only ever put on where I know there's a guy there that I want. I finished putting on my makeup, threw my cigarettes, keys and phone into my bag, threw on my heels and I was ready. I came downstairs just as the doorbell rang again. I yanked it open revealing Jane.

"Wow you look pissed"

"I thought you were some of those annoying kids"

"Well I'm not are you ready?"

I looked beyond her and saw her beat up junker of a car with Graham in the passenger and Nick in the back seat, looking as hot as ever.

"Yea…Mam I'm going!" I yelled into the kitchen.

"Yea yea" she mumbled back. I had overheard she was having her gaggle of hens over and she was baking cookies or some shit like that. She didn't even inquire as to where I was going just wanted to make sure I was leaving and wouldn't be back for a while.

I hopped in the back of the car next to Nick and my dress rode up my legs like I had intended.

"You're looking good" smiled Nick.

"Thanks you're not looking half bad yourself"

"Beers are in the bag babe" said Jane as she started the engine and we began the short drive up to the Gothic mansion.

As kids we were always fascinated by the mansion. Our parents all told us that we should never go up there that it was a place of evil where a strange thing lived and tortured anyone who went up there with the razor blades embedded where his hands should be. Naturally, this line only washed for a couple of years and as we got into our teens we grew more curious and we didn't believe the stories that much. However, every once and a while a kid would come out with a story about how he was so brave he spent the night there and was faced with the demon. Of course it was total bullshit. But there were always people who believed it. Of course, nothing ever happened; the house has been deserted for years. It was just a good scary story to tell the next generation.

We arrived at the mansion and we walked to the huge old wooden door as silently as we could which was hard since we had already cracked open the cans of beer still cold from the off licence. As we walked up, Nick put his arm around me and smiled, I knew it was going to happen tonight.

After about two hours or so of drinking, we were laughing and joking loudly, our laughter echoing throughout the whole house. And I knew I was getting very drunk because it was taking a couple of seconds for me to realise what was happening. It only hit me after a few seconds that Nick was kissing me and then the other couple went quiet and I knew they were doing the same thing.

"Did you hear that?" I heard Jane ask.

"What?" Nick snapped.

"I thought I heard someone coming down the stairs"

That threw me off completely.

"Really?"

"Yea…probably just a creak though" said Graham clearly not wanting to stop.

"Ok…but look we'll just go check it out" grinned Nick grabbing his backpack and pulling me towards the door leading out into the main hallway.

He took my wrist and led me outside before pulling me into him.

"Let's find somewhere upstairs away from them" he smiled.

"Ok" I smiled.

We walked up the grand staircase to where the creak had apparently come from, but we didn't see anything.

We walked along the dusty corridor as Nick peered into every room clearly looking for the prefect one. We reached the end and saw a pair of double doors. Nick pushed the two doors open revealing a massive master bedroom with a four poster bed.

"Now this is perfect"

We lay down and started up where we stopped. I briefly opened my eyes and saw a flash of sliver over the other side of the room. That caused me to immediately sit up.

"What's wrong babe?"

"Nothing, nothing" I smiled lying back down.

"Hey this sounds a bit crazy" he said in between kisses.

"What?"

"How would you feel about a bit of rough play?"

"Such as?"

"Well…this seems like a pretty sturdy bed" he said smacking the bed poles "It would be perfect for some tying up" he winked.

"Wow really?" I smiled. I don't think this could any better.

He nodded and grabbed some rope from his backpack and securing my arms to each side of the bed.

We were just getting started when I thought I saw another flash of sliver down the end of the room and I thought I saw a shadow.

"Nick! What's that?" I said panic and fear bubbling up inside me.

"What?" he said looking over his shoulder "I don't see anything?"

"I thought I saw something…it's probably nothing" I said pushing it aside.

But then I looked down at the long window at the end of the dark room and saw a face in the moonlight.

"NICK! THERE'S SOMEONE DOWN THERE!"

He looked around again and the face was still there. He screamed and jumped off the bed, grabbed his clothes and ran out of the room, leaving me there tied to the bed with this creature approaching.

"NICK!" I screamed as it walked closer. In the moonlight I saw the flash of sliver was coming from where his hands should be, they appeared to be scissors or razors. I screamed with fright and heard rushed footsteps coming from downstairs and I knew everyone was running for their lives. I could feel warm tears falling down my face and my heart beating out of my chest.

"Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry we came here!" I pleaded.

I felt even more vulnerable since I was in my underwear. His scissors twitched as he got closer and I knew what was going to happen. This was how I was going to die; in a very compromising position in my underwear by the hands of some evil monster.

"Please I'm begging you" I cried as he stood over me looking into my eyes.

"Please don't hurt me!"

He raised his hand and I felt the cold blade on my skin, then almost immediately I felt warm blood coming from the fresh wound near my wrist. I could hear the rusty blades rubbing together as he fiddled around near my wrist. I couldn't feel the pain due to the adrenaline but I knew it was there. Then I felt my arm fall flat beside me as he reached over and cut my other arm before that one fell. I didn't stay long enough for him to drag me into his dungeon. I ran, as fast as I could, out of the house, in my underpants, and back into suburbia. It was only when I got home that I felt the pain of the cuts. But as I stood in the bathroom, tears spilling from my eyes, as I let the warm water run over my fresh wounds and suffering through the stinging I wondered…why did he cut me free?