Explanation is in Chapter 23. This is just a little something to let all my pent up rage and frustration out...even if it means I have to take it out on everyone else. If I go down then I'm dragging your ass down with me.

"OH YO YO! THERE'S A DEMON INSIDE!" a loud female voice shouted. "OH YO YO! JUST LIKE JEKYLL AND HYDE!"

The loud metal music that was blaring through a pair of large speakers, accompanied by the voice, was loud enough to make a deaf person hear. Hell, everyone could hear it as the music echoed throughout the rooms and hallways. And to add on top of that said hallways and rooms were decorated with many Halloween decorations, however the decorations were not the typical child-friendly kind as fake body parts littered the halls with fake blood having been splattered along the walls and the carpeted floors.

Cobwebs were hanging from the ceiling and the corners, dust seemed to cover the halls and rooms as well as having an old decaying look like it had rotted from old age. The inside of each room was set up differently, having a different scary setup like a walk-through haunted house. Everything had been set up exactly as the author wanted it to be. It was perfect as well as impressive. Unfortunately there was one problem that was not going to disappear any time soon.

Most of the holidays had already passed by. Now it was the year 2016, and the best days already flew by so quickly.

Just the thought alone angered the author, filling her with rage and frustration. Having missed one of her favorite holidays was unacceptable, so to let out her anger and rage she played one of her favorite songs and sang along with it. It was helping her relieve some of the built up stress and rage she had, however not everyone was enjoying the music or her singing.

"PLEASE TURN OFF THAT STUPID GODDAMN BULLSHIT!" shouted Amy as she kicked the double doors open, her voice actually breaking through the music despite how loud it was.

The author wanted nothing more than to shout back at Amy for interrupting her song, but doing this would be like shouting at a wall; it would have no effect on Amy at all. So to comply with Amy's demand the music was abruptly cut off and everything was silent for the moment. "Is there a problem?" the author asked in a calm tone of voice.

"Yes as a matter of fact." Amy replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared at the author. "Me, along with a few of the others, feel that we shouldn't have to listen to your horrible singing voice as well as the crappy music you're playing."

The author raised a brow and gave a wicked looking grin, letting out a chuckle of amusement as she leaned close to the microphone stand. "Will everyone please gather to the stage set...NOW!"

Amy rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Just because you've had shitty problems doesn't mean you should take your rage out on everyone else."

"Having feelings for everyone else now? That's new." the author spoke, glancing at the door as the others began entering into the room. Once everyone was fully in the room the author gave a somewhat calm smile as she stared at them. "You know what? Since my Halloween was ruined this year I have come up with a solution to...re-celebrate the horrorful holiday."

Of course everyone was a bit confused at the author's statement but no one could get out a question as the sound of terrifying horror music began to play and the lights flickered spastically. Some of the lights grew dim before going out and the sound of demented laughter filled the room. "You have ten seconds to run." the author spoke, one of the lights shining down on her to reveal her brandishing a large bowie knife, the blade covered in fresh blood with a very creepy smile on her face.

"Are you being serious?" Nick asked, hoping what the author said was just a joke.

"9..."

"She has to be joking. She's not that crazy!" Amy replied, laughing nervously as she stared at the knife with uncertainty.

"8..."

"7..."

Without further hesitation everyone immediately exited through the double doors, running as quickly as they could while the author stood in her spot, watching with a hint of amusement as she watched them run away in fear. If she couldn't celebrate Halloween the way she wanted to then she would make sure everyone suffered the way she had suffered, which involved scaring the shit out of everyone. Once the room was empty the author chuckled and laughed as she took off running, swinging the knife around like a maniac as she ran down one of the dimly lit halls, her insane laughter echoing through the halls.

There was hell to pay.