A/N Here's a Halloween chapter! I had to split this chapter into two parts because it was becoming too long, so here's part 1. Part 2 should be up either Sunday or Monday.

Enjoy and if you like it/have a request please review! :)

Chapter 8: Can you hear me scream? Part 1

Octavia

October thirtieth, which is pretty much the day before the best day of the year! The day where horrors and nightmares occur. Boy was I looking forward to Halloween. My group of friends and I could care less that we were "too old" for Halloween. We dressed up and went out, scaring people mostly. Well, everyone besides Clarke. Clarke loved kids and gave Lexa hell for even considering going out with us. She'd even pull the "you're a psychiatrist card" on poor Lex. But Lexa came with us anyways. She loves to have a good time, of course!

We were walking through the mall, the group of us. Clarke, Lexa, Monty, Harper, Miller, Bryan, Lincoln, and I. My stupid brother was working and couldn't meet up with us.

"So," I asked excitedly. "What are we all going as?"

Miller gave us his devilish smirk. "Let's all make it a surprise this year."

I huffed. "What's the fun in that?"

Lexa chuckled, falling in step beside me. "It's fun because we'll have no idea who is who. It's mysterious." Her green eyes sparkled with mischief. Clarke came up behind her, sliding an arm around her waist and kissing her quickly.

"Get a room!" Miller said with a smile, Bryan chuckling.

"Yeah!" Monty chimed in, pulling Harper to catch up with us.

Lincoln just looked at me, eyebrow raised. "Look away, people!" I pulled him in for a deep kiss which left everyone groaning besides Clarke and Lexa who were laughing.

"You know, there's such thing as privacy," Miller pointed out. I shrugged. Lincoln and I, along with Clarke and Lexa, were very well known for public forms of affection in the group. Our friends teased us with the combined names of Linctavia and Clexa. Linctavia sounded weird, but Clexa on the other hand, sounded hot. But, of course, anything to do with Lexa has to be hot. I mean, look at the girl!

"But seriously," I continued. "What is everyone going as?"

Clarke

"Octavia is so pissed," Lexa laughed as we entered our apartment. Lexa and Octavia may be the best of friends, but at the same time they were mortal enemies. "She hates not knowing stuff, it's going to slowly drive her into insanity!"

I eyed her. "Why does that make you so happy, Lex?" It concerned me quite a bit sometimes.

"She does the exact same thing to me, Clarke."

"I know, but…" I sighed. My girlfriend was stubborn as hell.

She chuckled. "Aw! You're all pouty now!"

I folded my arms. "Tell me, Lexa Woods, what are you going as for Halloween?"

She smirked. "Nope. I'm telling you anything, Miss Griffin."

"But!"

"Sorry, ai hodnes. I'm sticking with Miller's rule—no telling anyone, not even my very pouty girlfriend."

I glared at her. She leaned forward, catching her lips on mine. Instantly, any bad feelings towards the beautiful woman in front of me vanished. How could I ever stay angry at her? I cupped the back of her head, holding her in place even though I knew there was no chance of her going anywhere. She rubbed her hands up and down my forearms. With an internal sigh, I pulled away.

"Stop distracting me, Lex." It was her turn to pout. "And you aren't getting out of this so easily."

"You know what costume I want to see you in?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I've already got mine, but go on ahead. This should be good. And it better not be anything stupid—you know how you tried to talk me into do the whole freaking "Frozen" theme last year?" Lexa shook her head, holding back laughter. "Sorry, continue. What costume do you want me to wear?"

She smirked, hands snaking around my waist and pulling me into her. "I want to see you in your birthday suit. Right now."

My breath hitched and she pressed those soft lips into mine again. I pulled her towards our bedroom, removing clothes along the way.

I rubbed my hands in circles on Lexa's back lazily. She was lying on her stomach, wild brown curls over on shoulder and spread on the pillow, her face peaceful as she slept. Her eyelids fluttered here and there but that was the most besides her soft breathing. I was wide awake. After all that sex I couldn't possibly sleep. I have a habit of tiring her out apparently, because half the time she falls into a deep slumber after sex. Huh.

"Goodnight, ai hodnes." I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Lexa."

Octavia

"What the hell?"

I giggled as my mother stumbled into the room. "Octavia Blake, do you mind explaining yourself?"

"Explaining what?" I asked cheekily.

She gestured to the boxes on her kitchen floor and the ingredients covering every surface of the counter. I grinned sheepishly. When I asked my mother if I could put together a perfect costume and do some baking at her house, I had apparently forgotten to tell her that I'd be destroying her house in the process.

"Halloween's tomorrow" was my explanation.

She sighed in frustration. Lincoln entered the room, ready to collect more of the hundreds of cookies and cupcakes I've already made. My mom turned to him. "Lincoln?"

He shrugged helplessly. "I had no say."

I laughed. He shot me a mock angry look and I could see him fighting not to laugh along with me. Not because it was funny that he didn't have much a say when it came to my crazy decisions but because how true it was.

"Why do you need this many pastries?!"

"Tomorrow is Halloween. Miller bet us to all spend a night in a haunted house. We need food to get us through,"

"Excuse me—a haunted house?" her eyes opened wide. "What haunted house?"

"The old Nottingham one on First Street."

"Octavia!"

"Bell's gonna be there, too, Mom!"

She stared at me for a minute. "Bellamy's going to be there?"

"Uh huh."

"Hmm." With that, she walked away.

"She's going to call him," I laughed. Lincoln joined in. "Good thing he actually is going, because if I got caught in a lie, she'd be pissed!"

Lexa

Clarke and I walked down the sidewalk towards First Street. Both of us wearing robes over our costumes and hoods on our heads. I still refused to let Clarke know what I was wearing. She hated it.

"Lexa!" she whined. "Just tell me what you're dressed as!"

I smirked. "Sorry, Clarke. No can do."

She huffed and stomped ahead of me, only to stop and wait for me to catch up. "You need to go into the haunted house first, Lex."

I sighed. "Why?"

"Because. I'm scared, Lexa. If you remember, I didn't want to do this. At all. But you guess talked me into it. So you have to go first!"

I rolled me eyes and slowly walked up the steps to the house. It was an abandoned house, has been for a hundred years they say. Apparently it's haunted by a family was brutally murdered, but it was never solved. Mysterious things happened here. People who supposedly spent the night on Halloween never returned. Whether it's true or just rumors, we didn't know. But Miller and Octavia thought it to be worth the risk. Was I scared? Hell yes! Was I going to let anyone, especially Clarke, know? Hell no. I could do it. It's just one night…

I opened the door, clicking on my flashlight. Clarke was pressed into my back and I swear she was shaking like a leaf. We wandered through the rooms and it appeared that we were the first to arrive. I cautiously entered a large room which appeared to be an old living room. The old wooden floor creaked under our footsteps. The walls were a dull grey color and peeling, the ceiling was white with cracks and stains. On one wall was an old stained couch that had a long tear on one cushion and a dusty coffee table at one end that had a lamp that had no bulb and a torn shade. A recliner was on the opposite wall and in the corner was a few tin garbage cans. In the center of the room, on a circular rug, was a glass coffee table that appeared unharmed. The windows were smeared and one was boarded over, the curtains still in place but untouched since who knew how long.

"This place gives me the creeps," Clarke whispered.

I nodded. The door opening and closing caused us both to jump. But Bellamy, Octavia, and Lincoln walked through the door and we relaxed. They were all cloaked with hoods on. Octavia's eyes shone brightly, Bellamy looked calm, but Lincoln looked just as uneasy as I did. A few minutes later Monty and Harper joined us. Monty's face was unreadable but Harper was just as terrified as Clarke from the looks of it.

"Where the fuck is Miller?" Octavia asked. "This was his idea."

"You wanted to do this just as much as he did, O," her brother reminded. She just shrugged. Her phone bleeped and she opened it hastily.

"Son of a bitch!" she yelled, causing all of us to jump. "He's not coming."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Clarke growling, reaching for the phone. I looked over her shoulder at the screen.

Sorry. Something came up. I'll see you all tomorrow—if you make it out alive! *devil face emoji*

"Well. Since we're all here besides asshole Miller…how about we finally do the damn costume reveal?!"

We all nodded eagerly.

"I'll go first!"

She removed her hood, revealing her hair which looked normal, it was just parted down the middle and hung loose. And she slipped off the robe, revealing a long black dress. The dress was tight and long sleeve, v-neckline plunging, the end of the dress splaying on the floor in a table cloth manner.

"Morticia Addams, people!" she said.

We all laughed. "Of course you found the sexiest Morticia dress you could," Bellamy said in disapproval.

"Lincoln, you're up!"

He grimaced. "Octavia made me wear this, so don't laugh."

"Hey!" Clarke snapped. "We weren't supposed to know what each other dressed as!"

Octavia shrugged. "Lincoln and I are engaged and live together, we don't count in that rule."

Clarke turned to me, glaring. "You could've told me what you're going as!"

I smirked, shrugging.

Lincoln tossed his hood off and then his robe. We all burst out laughing. His costume was so accurate it was hilarious! He had on a black shirt with a leather jacket, one hand was gloved and the other one was a machine gun. Black leather pants and combat boots.

"I give you, the Terminator!" Octavia announced loudly.

"That actually looks so badass," I told him sincerely. "It's perfect for you, Link!"

He shrugged, ducking his head.

Bellamy took the opportunity to pull off his hood, his dark curls wilder than usual. He threw his robe off proudly. "Oh. My. God." He had on a brown…I don't even know. It went over one shoulder and covered from his waist to upper thighs.

"I am Tarzan!"

"Oh my God, Bellamy!"

There was a lot of uncontrollable laughter.

Clarke shook her head. "Of course, you would find a way to go pretty much shirtless, Bellamy."

I wasn't Bellamy's biggest fan, but he kicked ass in being the best costume so far. But I bet that mine beats his.

"Who's next?" Octavia asked. "Monty?"

Monty sighed. "This was Harper's idea."

Clarke gave me a nasty look once more but her glare turned to one of fear when we heard a clanking sound. "What the hell was that?"

We all shrugged.

Monty pulled off his hood and robe. He had a striped collared shirt with a beige jacket over it. Octavia chuckled, recognizing the costume before the rest of us. He had on plain jeans and sneakers.

"Mike from Stranger Things!" Octavia squealed. She looked at Harper. "Please, please tell me you're 'Eleven!'"

She giggled, robe and hood removed. "I didn't feel like wearing a wig or shaving my head, so I'm glad that Eleven had a blonde wig on in one of the episodes!" she ran a hand through her blonde hair. She was wearing a pretty pink dress with a white collar—an old fashioned dress. "I am Eleven!" she giggled, curtsying.

"Yay!" Octavia squealed, being a huge Stranger Things fan.

"You're turn, Clarke." Clarke, who was pre-occupied by some scraping noise that the rest of us were ignoring because we didn't want our over-active imaginations running wild. She shuddered as she pulled off her hood, reveling her blonde hair curled in an older fashion. She slipped her robe off, revealing a beautiful white dress. The dress straps looped around her neck and had a plunging neckline, hugging her stomach but flaring out at the end.

"I am Marilyn Monroe. And now, Lexa, show me your damn costume!"

We all laughed at the urgency. "Okay, okay."

I slowly pulled off my hood. My hair hung in its natural loose curls and I had a dark brown head piece that went across my forehead. I let my robe fall to the floor. The dress was tight and showed off plenty. The round neckline was low cut and tight, showing more cleavage than I wanted but hey, I loved it! Gold lined the neckline. It hugged my stomach and waist, and the skirt went just to my thighs with gold on the edges. A translucent silver veil hung from the back of the head piece and brown and gold leather wrapped around my wrist and lower arm. I've got to say, it's a pretty hot costume.

"Holy fucking shit!" Octavia said with a loud voice. Dammit, O!

"Damn, Lexa!" "Now that's a hot costume." "Who needs porn when you have this?"

"Who the fuck said that?" Bellamy asked. Who needs porn when we have this? It wasn't one us. Was it? I grabbed my robe and put it on. Octavia and Clarke followed suit. They didn't have nearly as much cleavage showing as I did, but they had enough that it was uncomfortable. Who the fuck is in here with us?

"Who's in here?" Lincoln's strong voice called out.

The scraping and clanking noise that we'd been hearing for a while started again. "Fuck! I fucking told you guys that we weren't alone!" Clarke yelled, clutching my arm in a death grip.

"Look!" Harper pointed to the corner where the tin cans were.

Fuck! I should've known that those cans were out of place in this freaking house!

"Should we run?" Clarke whispered shakily.

Before any of us responded, the cans went flying and a dark figure jump out with a horrific scream-like sound. We all scream blood-curdling screams. Everyone tried to push out of the room at once, I was surprised no one was stampeded.

We almost got out.

Then, a scratchy hand grasped my arm, pulling me backwards and I fell. Hard. Hard enough to knock the wind out of me. I looked up and saw a distorted face of a wolf-like creature.

I felt like I was suffocating even though it wasn't touching me. It leaned over me, and then its arm stretched out towards me. I did the only thing I could do. I screamed her name as loud as I possibly could.

"Clarke!"