-Five Days Ago-A few things made this day stand out more than others: It was almost Halloween and Cameron Shaw was with me. Not the Cameron of physics who never failed to pick his nose, but the Cameron who was smart, funny and so cute. And he asked me out. “So I was thinking you and I should go out together on Halloween,” he said. I played it cool, hoping he wouldn't realize how excited I was. I've had a crush on Cameron since kindergarten, when he gave me a flower and told me I was pretty. “Yeah, that looks great!” What time? » "Does six o'clock sound good to you?" I want to take you to a haunted house. » I smiled, “Six sounds good!” I'll see you then. » “Until then, ma’am.” » - The Present Blood runs down my forehead and I grimace. This whole night was a nightmare. When I showed up to the haunted house, I was expecting cheesy “mystical relics,” not a psychotic serial killer. Footsteps pound the floor of the house and I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to scream. A face appears, and I gasp, but it's not what I expected. Instead of the pale, blank face of our attacker, it was the tanned, chiseled face that I had grown to love. “Oh, thank God you’re okay!” I jump into Cameron's arms, relieved. "Emma, ​​you're hurt, what happened?" “I was running away from whoever it was, and I fell and hit my head.” I cross my arms, trying to hide a shiver. “Cam, we need to get out of here.” "I don't know how. I tried the front doors and they're locked; we'll have to find a window or something." I put my head in my hands and started crying Will we ever get through this? Will I ever see my family again? Will our deaths be quick or slow, like the others? I can stall...... middle of paper ......u I can't let something like love get in the way of everything I've worked for. "Cameron, think logically; you don't want to kill me, we can be happy together. Despair taints my words, and he knows it. "Sorry Emma, ​​it's been great, but it's time for. you leave." As he raises the knife, I rush at him, hoping for an element of surprise, but unfortunately, I have no luck. He dodges me and throws a quick backhand. I collapses and for a moment everything is white. I get up, aware that I could die at any moment. I wipe the blood from my face and try again. When he tries to come closer, I dig my knee into his crotch. He falls to his knees, clutching his abdomen, and I let out a relieved sigh. Unfortunately, I still have to deal with the other guy. “Alright, that’s enough. Come here you little slut.”