Sam

I walked down the deserted streets of my home town with an uneasy feeling in my gut.

I quickened my pace when I thought I'd heard someone following me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a man standing under a streetlight, staring straight in my direction. I shivered and started jogging home, my boots clicking against the pavement as I went.

I felt the man's eyes boring into my back. Even when I knew that he was long gone, I still felt like I was being watched.

Later that night, I heard a knock on my door. I poked my head out into the hallway and stared at it with a confused expression. I slowly walked over to the door and peeked through the peep hole.

I nearly laughed at myself for being so on edge, come on Sam! It's Halloween! That's why you went out earlier. I grabbed the candy and opened the door.

On the otherside was a girl dressed as a werewolf, a boy dressed as a cowboy, and a teen dressed as a zombie. I smiled as I handed out the candy and complimented their costumes. The kids thanked me and went on their way.

Kids knocked on my door until about 9:30 pm. I switched off the porch light and and TV before heading to my bedroom. I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom right next to my room, getting in the shower so I wouldn't smell bad at work tomorrow.

The uneasy feeling of being watched settled in my gut again as I finished putting the shampoo in my hair. I slowed my movements and carefully washed the soap from my raven black hair. My violet eyes looked out the fogged glass door, narrowing in suspicion.

I turned off the water and opened the door. I searched the room and hummed when I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I closed the door and reluctantly turned the water back on. That slimy feeling of being watched kept me from relaxing and I ended up cutting my shower short because of it.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and quickly went to my room. I changed into loose pyjama pants and a shirt.

The clothes were comfortable and made me relax, but I tensed up again when I heard someone running towards my bedroom door. I ran straight to my nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a double edged dagger I kept there for emergencies. I went into a fighting stance just as the door opened and slammed shut.

A redhead woman with her back to the door, holding it shut. When she saw me her eyes widened.

"You need to run! He's coming for you!" She hissed lowly. We both stiffened when we heard slow, calculated steps echo down the hall. The red headed woman put more of her weight against the door, her eyes shining with fear.

"What are you doing?! Run!" She whispered harshly, breaking me from my panicked thoughts.

"No, I'm sure we can take him. I'll call the police-"

The woman shook her head, "No time. They'd never make it here. You have to run first. Call them when you're at least two blocks away-"

"Fire~... A baritone voice purred.

The red head, who's name was Fire apparently, stiffened against the door. "Come out, come out...you know that you can't stop me." The footsteps halted in front of the door.

"You know that you'll always come back to me."

I watched as the pale woman's muscles loosened she stepped away from the door. Her eyes went from a frightening silver to looking like they'd darkened to a steel grey. I saw anger and sadness flitting through the steely pools, but nothing showed on her face.

Suddenly, Fire was charging at me and the knife I had been holding was pressed against my throat.

"You should have run when you had the chance." She growled, running her free hand through my hair as if trying to comfort me.

The door opened and I saw a man. I couldn't see any part of him because it was so dark, but I knew he was there.

"I'm sorry," She said as the man walked up behind her.

A pale hand reached around and wiped it away as he said, "You know the drill."

The knife pressed into my neck harder, "Please, you don't have to do this." I said.

The red head smiled softly, "Unfortunately..." The knife slid easily across my throat and my blood spilled from my veins. I choked and tried to move the knife away, but I was too weak.

The damage had already been done.