Y/n = Your Name

L/n = Last Name

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Loud music blared through the speakers. The floor thumped with the turned up bass and partygoers crowded the floors with drinks in hand. Y/n was cozy on one of the leather chairs, watching Elvira: Mistress of the Dark while sipping away at her hip flask of alchohol. Couples came and went, making out on the couch next to her. But she stayed unbothered. Eyes glued to the TV.

"Ladies and Doberman, it's time for the grand finale!" Elvira announced, signaling the start of the famous flashdance scene. A couple entered on cue and she didn't make eye contact with them. Lessens the chance of an awkward atmosphere. Well, that's what she thought until-

"Y/n" Oh wow, who else could it be but Amanda and Brandon. Y/n turned from the screen and gave them a resting bitch stare. "Can you go somewhere else?" Amanda asked while Brandon pretended to distract himself.

"Nah, this is the only TV in the house and its playing one of my favorite movies" she inspected Amanda's costume. Her skirt was extremely short and fluffy while the top accentuated her chest. High stockings pinched the fat on her thighs and to top the whole look off she wore red heels and a hat with a cross.

This definitely wasn't her style and wasn't her choice. "We want to be alone, isn't there something else you can do?" "Not really" the conversation was clearly going nowhere.

"C'mon Y/n, don't be difficult. Can't you make some friends for once and hang out with them instead of isolating yourself?" Those few sentences hit a nerve in her.

"Easier said than done Amanda. Go screw your boyfriend in his bedroom" Y/n sipped her alchohol, not cutting eye contact with her friend.

"It's my house and my party, L/n, move" Brandon finally piped up. 'Look who finally decided to grow a pair of balls' she said on the side of her mind.

"Wrong. This is your dads house which he's letting you use since your ass hasn't landed a permanent job yet"

"Why you-"

"Y'know what fine. I'll move. But just you know he got herpes in his Senior year according to an anonymous source" both of them stood in silence as Y/n left them to their business.

Was Y/n being an asshole? A little, since she's refilled her hip flask atleast twice. Drinks didn't exactly make her happy.

The girl plopped down on a barstool next to a kitchen island. She grabbed a random bag of chips and started chowing down. Shooting glares at any guys who tried to approach her.

A swarm of people suddenly came rushing inside, and the overwhelming stink of weed flushed her nose. The flash of blue and red came across the walls before disappearing. Y/n turned around to see three more cop cars passing the house at high speed.

'Ah, that explains it'

Dumb teens hiding from the cops because they were smoking.

The cops were probably headed to some bar fight.

Y/n was conveniently placed in the middle of everything. Lucky her, she could see who went in and out of the TV room. So far no one went in or out, signaling that Amanda and Brandon weren't quite done yet. Well, until Brandon walked out with his fly all the way down.

'What the hell does she even see in him' she angrily glared at Brandon who was approaching her. Without letting him get any closer, she spun around so she wasn't facing him. Although someone tapped her shoulder, the girl ignored it. The tapping got harder until she slapped the hand away

"Fuck off Dickless"

"Come on L/n, don't be so cold" He tenderly set his hands on her shoulders. "I hope she was disappointed with your performance" Y/n shriveled under his gross hands. "Oh Amanda? I fucked her so good that she's sleeping like a baby"

'That wasn't an invitation to describe how well you banged my best friend' she thought

His hands began massaging her shoulders up and down. Uncomfort settled in as her mind went blank with an unknown emotion.

"Y'know, I've been watching you for a while" she smelled the alcohol on his breath. His hand played with her dresses' straps and slid them down her shoulders. Her hand grabbed his, stopping them from going any further.

He chuckled in her ear.

"Would it be so bad if I took another card tonight?"

At that moment, all Y/n saw was red. She stood up and pushed Brandon back. "Fuck off, you prick" Brandon immediately slapped her in the face. Stumbling back she held her cheek. Her tongue tasted a metallic liquid. Oh hell no. "I was just trying to be nice" his tone was filled with malice. A few seconds passed and her senses came back

He had his back turned to her, about to leave the room. "Hey Brandon!" He turned around. The side of his face was met with the cold hard seat of the barstool. A crack sounded through the room as Brandon fell to the floor. Y/n swung so hard that even after hitting him it flew out of her hands and landed with a loud clatter.

The conversations in the room stopped as they watched in awe at the situation. Not giving a shit about being watched anymore, Y/n took a large swig of vodka and smashed it on the ground. "Fuck your lame ass party. I'm out"

She gathered her belongings and walked out of the front door. The cool October air hit her face. Tightly, her hand held the edge of her dress while biting her tongue. Holding in the urge to cry. What was she going to tell Amanda? Finding her boyfriend knocked out on the floor, she'd obviously assume it was Y/n.

Y/ns house was only two blocks away and her legs started moving at a slower pace. The street lights danced on the girls skin. The sound of her footsteps rhythmically tapping on the ground calmed her.

Relief washed over her as she finally reached her humble home. Her hands fumbled with the keys in her bag/purse and inserted it into the locked door. Without even turning it, it opened it. Y/ns mind jumped to extreme conclusions 'did someone break in, are they still here?' Her mind raced. Until she remembered that she was in such a rush that she forgot to lock the door. Taking a quick glance around, nothing was out of the ordinary.

Y/n tossed her belongings on the couch and kicked off her shoes. Her feet dragged on the floor as she made her way to the kitchen and fridge. As soon as Y/n entered, cool air hit her skin again. 'Strange, I closed the windows and there's no air conditioning'

The fridge was placed next to the counter and sink with the window sitting above. The same place where she saw the strange white phenomenon.

Wind howled louder than usual. A strange creaking noise came from across the kitchen. Now something was definitely off. Y/n raced across to the door connected to the kitchen which lead outside. It was wide open.

The glass had been shattered from the outside since the glass laid across the floor on the inside. Her socks provided the protection from the shards all over the floor She grabbed the door and closed it. Panic flooded her system as she backed away from the scene. Y/n side eyed the window, something was most definitely there. But she couldn't see what it was. Slowly, she turned her head.

Her eyes widened to see a large figure standing infront of the window not even twenty five feet away. Y/n didn't waste any time studying the figure's features. Running to the living room to grab her phone, then after, bursting out the front door and booking it to across the street.

She squatted behind a tree and peaked around it. Surveilling the house to see if anything would happen. 911 was pulled up on the phone and her finger was ready to press call. The house sat dormant for the next fifteen minutes Y/n watched.

'Should I actually call the police? But I have nothing to tell them besides that my back doors glass is broken and I just saw someone standing in my backyard. From what I've seen nothing is stolen'

Y/n sighed and flipped the phone shut and shakily started to stand up. She placed her hand on the tree for balance. As her hand slid up the tree with her body, something felt off about the feeling of the tree. Her hand felt around the tree.

Stiff, sturdy, but it didn't feel like bark. It was a cloth material. Y/ns head snapped to the side where her hand was. Her face was met with a large and broad figure.

And her hand was directly on it's abdomen.

Slight filtered inhale and exhales became more apparent the more she concentrated. Like someones mouth was being covered. Y/ns eyes rolled up and saw a white mask looming over her. The masks pitch black eye holes staring into her own.

She yelled and ran in the opposite direction, towards her house. Slamming the door open again and locking it before running to the back door and shoving everything she could infront of it. Her feet slid across the hallway floor, slamming her into a wall and making her scramble for the steps.

Y/n used all four of her limbs to climb up the steps quickly to her room. She locked the door and jumped into her bed, curling up in the blanket. Now Y/n definitely had to call someone. She felt around her hips, even her chest for the phone, but it was nowhere.

'Fuck I dropped it outside'

She hid under the covers, listening closely to the noises of the house. A part of Y/n expected to hear the front door get kicked down or for a window to be smashed. But nothing happened. A million thoughts yelled at her 'how can someone be that hard? Was that a statue? A sick prank?'

Tonight indeed was eventful in all the wrong ways.

The eyes of the girl grew heavy, and each time they did she shook herself awake. Eventually, fatigue took over her mind. Y/n hesitantly drifted off into sleep

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