I walked down the street looking around. It was an average day. I'm a baker at my shop that I call Sugar Cube Corner. I looked and waved at the people around me. I've lived in this town as long as I can remember, so I know everyone. Little did I notice that today was not going to be as it seemed.
I felt like I was being watched. Not by the normal people that I see daily, but by someone else. I couldn't make it out but I heard someone say something like, "That's...one...take...base". I turned around but couldn't see who had said that. Then it happened. I couldn't see it but it was like a flash. Footsteps, swinging, darkness. Everything went black. Then I saw a smile, no a frown. I couldn't tell but it was like I was in a nightmare. I had a flashback of my family's death, fire surrounding me, cries for help, screams of agony, but then I woke up.
"Ow...my head..." I muttered to myself. I heard someone snickering then saw him. A pale-faced man looking at me. "Who are you?" I said to him. He replied with "Heh, you don't remember me?" he said it in a calm first but it soon became an angry voice. "Your best friend? How dare you not remember me!" he yelled that part. He took out a knife and hit the table I was strapped to about an inch away my face. I screamed half in confusion half in fear. He looked at me again angrily, still with a creepy grin. "Look around the room. Is anything familiar".
Nothing seemed familiar but then I saw it. Written in dried blood on the wall were the words "Life is a party". It sent chills down my spine as it seemed familiar, but I didn't know where from.