I think you know the drill with the Y/n = stuff, so I'm just gonna leave that out now

F/c = Favorite candy

"No fucking way!" Amanda screeched through the phone speaker. Y/n flinched away at the sudden noise.

"I know, Even I couldn't believe it"

Against Y/ns better judgement, she decided to call Amanda and tell her what she just discovered. Best friends tell eachother everything. Right?

"I think I dodged a bullet there, who knows what could've happened to be honest. The memories are still a little fuzzy"

"I think you did, you always had terrible taste in men"

Y/ns jaw hung open "You did not just- yknow what I could say the same about you and-"

"Yeah yeah I know" Amanda interrupted.

"Speaking of Brandon he's still in bed from the party. I found him passed out on the floor during the party. Woke up with a mind splitting headache"

Y/n bit her tongue, wanting to tell her friend about what actually happened.

"And the rest of the party I was looking for you, where did you go?"

'Fuck'

"Oh, well... I just had too much to drink and wasn't feeling well"

"Dont tell me you spent the rest of the party puking in the bathroom!"

She rolled her eyes "No, idiot. I meant I went home"

"Oooohh okay"

Silence filled both sides of the phone

"I would talk more but since Brandon can't get his ass out of bed I have to run errands for him. Ttyl" she said with a little peppiness in her voice.

"Talk to you later" Y/n responded dryly as the line went dead.

She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the small screen on the flip phone.

'Already Halloween, and trick or treating starts at six'

These next Halloween's wouldn't feel the same after finding out about her past friendship, what went down that very night. Y/n shook her head in disagreement with the negative thoughts she had. She wasnt going to let something in her past effect her future.

Like the good and responsible adult Y/n is, she decided to run her own errands and pick up some groceries. Mostly candy for the trick or treaters in which she'd buy two bags and eat one of them by herself.

Y/n sat in her car at the stoplight, tapping her steering wheel to the beat of Radio Gaga which was playing on the station. As the light turned green, she heard an ear piercing tire screech. Just as she was about to turn right, a car just barely grazed her side mirrors when it zoomed past. Turning left and making other cars come to a sudden halt.

"What an asshole, does he not know how to read-" catching a glimpse of the side of the car, white letters spelled out Haddonfield Police Department. "Oh great, another cop who thinks the rules of the road don't apply to him" she pressed her foot on the gas and turned right. "Getting a shiny badge makes them soooo much better"

After some curses and damning that cop to hell, she finally pulled into the local grocery store. Deciding not to get a cart, Y/n headed straight for the candy isle in hopes it wasnt all sold out yet. She held her breath and turned into the isle. Surprisingly, it wasn't that empty besides all the big brands being sold out.

'I wanted to get the bag of mixed candies but...'

Her gaze locked with the two bags of blow pops a few feet ahead. 'Bingo' with a few steps, she reached for the bag. Instead of a plastic bag, her hand touched another. Immediately retracting it, she looked up and her eyes met with brown ones. "Oh hey Y/n!"

Amanda.

"Ohhh heyyy" Y/n averted her eyes from her friend's. "What are you doing here?" Y/n talked out the side of her mouth. "To get candy for trick-or-treating, and what about you? Looking for something to binge eat while watching a scary movie?"

"Mm that would be the case if it was last year. But now that I'm part of an Actual neighborhood, I'm taking part in that good ol' tradition" Y/n silently cringed at her words

"Tradition is just pressure from dead people y'know. But I too am taking part in the 'good ol tradition' " Amanda did the air quotes fingers, mocking what Y/n said.

"Well I'll be taking these. Talk to you later" Y/n quickly grabbed both bags of blowpops, turning around and walking in the opposite direction. "Woah woah woah, you think you're gonna walk away without me telling you the latest and greatest?" Amanda's platforms stomped the ground as she caught up with her.

The girl rolled her eyes at her friend "fine, lay it on me"

Her ear got flooded with the latest news on bands coming to Illinois and whether or not they should go to them. All while strolling through the store. "So, do you have any news as of recently? Well, besides the obvious"

Amanda nudged Y/ns shoulder with her own

"Meh... nothing much"

The masked man, house broken into, near death experience?

"Just going back to work on Tuesday"

She lied through her teeth. As much as she felt like opening up, it didn't feel quite right to do so.

"Omg, almost forgot. Did you see the news this morning?"

"You did not just say omg out loud- no I didn't see the news I was preoccupied"

Amanda looked around the isle before deviously smiling.

"A patient escaped Haddonfield Sanitarium Yesterday"

Y/n was already anxious with the break-in and the weird figure she kept seeing, an escaped mental patient was not helping her case.

"A potential menace to society escaped and is running free, and you're smiling about it?"

Amanda laughed and spun on her heel. "Incase you didn't notice Y/n so are we, and besides, wouldn't it be funny if we ran into them"

"You're a crazy bitch you know that" they made their way to the checkout line.

The drive home was anything but relaxing.

As she pulled into her driveway, Y/n noticed something sitting infront of her door. Y/n didn't waste time getting out of the car and grabbing the two bags of candy. She neared closer to the door and her eyes made out what was sitting infront. A metal bucket.

Peering inside, she saw it was filled with F/c, and had a piece of paper sitting ontop of it.

"What the hell"

Her fingers grabbed hold of it and flipped it over to see a picture of a girl sitting on the grass smiling.

The picture looked it rough condition. The edges of it looked torn and yellow. Her fingers felt grimey just by feeling around its surface.

Y/n took a second glance back at the picture, studying the girls features. Her eyes widened as familiarity rose within her consciousness. The girl was her. She dropped it and stepped away, vigorously snapping her head around looking for who put this subliminal gift here.

"Who did this?!" She asked as if she would get an answer.

The wind howled as anger stirred in her

"This is a sick fucking joke whatever this is. Stay the hell away from me!" Her voice rose at seemingly nothing. But Y/n hoped whoever did this heard.

She unlocked and slammed the door before throwing herself on the couch and groaning into the cushion. Picking up her phone from the ground and flipping it open, the screen read 1:30 PM. Time couldnt be going any quicker for Y/n, so she grabbed the TV remote and pressed on. Hopefully what was on would be good background noise for her to fall asleep to.

It was.

In five minutes she was passed out.

Stress really does exhaust a person.

Enough so that it knocked her out for-

"Eugh" her eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the darkness. "Fuck, what time is it"

Flipping her phone open, it read

- For about 5 hours

"Shit" her body slid off the couch and to the floor with a loud 'thump'. Y/n made a quick dash to the kitchen to grab a plastic bowl to fill up with candy. Throwing a quick jacket on and dumping the candy in the bowl, she opened the door without remembering what was infront of it. F/c spilled all across the porch and the metal bucket rolled and bounced down the steps.

She grabbed what she could of the candy and shoved it into the bowl before sitting down, ready for the trick-or-treaters to come. To her satisfaction, three were walking down the sidewalk. None of them stopped at other houses. "Huh, not alot of people are very festive on this block"

"Trick or treat!" The three of them said. Y/n was pretty generous with the candy, each of them got two suckers. Since blow pops were a pretty good size to begin with. "Thank you!" The kids rushed away happily. From what she saw one of them was dressed up as Frankenstein's monster, One was Chewbacca, and the last one was Ghostface. A nice variety in her opinion.

Five minutes past an more children were coming, this time with an adult. There were two children were dressed as princesses. While the adult had a green and red striped sweater with a fedora. Clearly Freddy Kruger.

"Trick or Treat" their voices giggled. Same as last time, two suckers each. Instead of saying thank you, they curtseyed gracefully and ran back to the adult.

"Adorable, but I don't think I want any kids"

The night went on as such, and the trick-or-treaters became more scarce. Y/n sighed and looked at the bowl. F/c along with a few dozen blow pops remained. She decided it was time to pack it up. Candies littered the porch still, and she picked them up one by one before returning inside for the night.

The TV was still on, so she flicked through the channels until she was satisfied with one the was showing "The Nightmare Before Christmas".

Setting the bowl of Candy down, she sighed and stretched her legs.

Looking in the bowl again, she grabbed F/c and opened the wrapper, popping it into her mouth.

Her mouth melted into pure pleasure. For a second she forgot what F/c tasted like. Without thinking she ate another, and another and another. She was in heaven. In sweet ecstasy- This isn't that type of chapter.

Y/ns head slumped as she rubbed her stomach. "Can't wait to shit this all out" She wobbled away from the counter and stood straight. "I really need to remember why serving sizes exist"

She studied her body in the window, the darkness made it almost like a mirror.

"Dang, have my hips gotten wider?"

She looked down and posed.

The floorboards creaked behind her and her head snapped up to look in the window. Someone was standing behind her, someone huge. With that same scary white mask.

Just as she was about to scream as a large hand clamped over her mouth and the other wrapped around her waist.

She clawed at the hand, definitely scratching deep in the skin of the offender. Her body was pressed against his, his one arm trapping her.

A single tear fell down her cheek as her strength began to dissolve and her breathing began to shallow. Y/ns body turned limp as her eyelids grew heavy. The arms of the stranger strong enough to hold up her body, Y/ns consciousness disappeared. Asleep in the arms of the shape.

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