Halloween Night
Jason sat down at the table.
It was the end of the month and just like he had said, they weren't friends. Jason tried to avoid any contact with Freddy or Michael, but sometimes they would be forced to sit at the same table or be in a group for science.
It was hard for Jason to even think that he was once friends with those annoying brats that would only bring trouble into Jason's life. It was even harder to think that he was friends with them only a few weeks ago. And actually for Jason life has gotten better, not a lot of teasing and more peace.
Although there was always the bad side of it...
Jason had always had those days where he would trudge in the wind or in the rain and think about the days when they were all friends. He would walk along the river and think about the days they would laugh at jokes.
There were always those times when he would just think about the wonderful times he had with Michael and Freddy.
He tried to take his mind off of his old friends after he heard the doorbell ring. He walked up to the door with a bowl of candy and greeted the little kids dressed as pirates and robbers.
"Trick or treat!" The little kids chorused with giant smiles and big pillow cases full of sweet candy. Jason smiled at the kids and held out a bowl of Snickers and Sweet Tarts. The kids grabbed two or more of the candy and then left with 'thank you's'.
Jason walked to the table and sat down where he was sitting.
His mother was putting on her Frankenstein-bride costume up stairs and he was in charge for the person who would give candy to little kids.
He set the bowl of candy on the table and started to admire his costume. He was a hockey player for Halloween. The mask was a cheap plastic one that had red marks on it just like in his drawing. He was thankful for his mother getting that for him, usually he would go as a ghost and cut wholes for eyes in a sheet. Mrs. Voorhees knew though, that he was still pretty sad and mad at the fight with his friends that he had hung out with almost everyday, and she thought that to repay it she could give him a new costume.
Jason heard another ring of the doorbell and jumped to his feet, grabbing the bowl of sweets. He walked ot the door again and opened it.
He saw a person dressed as a clown and felt sadness grip his throat.
Michael would always dress as a clown. Every year it was the same, he wore a mask that had a red nose, and a clown suit that had a red poofy ruffles going around the wrists and neck.
Jason hesitated for a second until he held the bowl of candy over. Her heard the boy behind the clown mask say, "Thank you," and Jason closed the door furiously.
He turned around and say his mother with her hair black and white and wearing a pale purple silk dress. "How do I look?" Her mother asked as she flashed a pose with one hand on her hip and the other in the air. Jason smiled underneath the hockey mask and nodded.
He didn't talk so much ever since the fight between Freddy and Michael. He would talk less and less each day, and right now he would probably mutter only a few sentences a day. His mother was very concerned about him decrease of words, but would not bring it up to Jason.
"Good!" She said with a smile as she walked towards Jason. She then frowned and wrapped an arm around him.
"Why aren't you out trick or treating?" She asked Jason. Jason sighed a little before responding, "It reminds me... of... you know..."
His mother nodded and said, "You should still go out. I'll come with you!" Jason shrugged and after seeing his mother grab an old pillow case, he notice he had to come.
He walked outside with his mother by his side and thought of how he would be trick or treating with his friends, not with his mother.
That he should be trick or treating with his friend.
But he had decided that sometimes friendship don't always last as long as you would wish.
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Freddy sat in the foster home having nothing to do.
Ever since he had left the other family, he didn't get picked up by another.
He sighed quietly and looked out the window. It wasn't raining, although the sky was a dark dark blue, and it was only 9.
He wasn't trick or treating because the head of the foster home told them that since she is only one person, it would be physically impossible to take us all out.
If Freddy was friends with Michael and Jason they would be trick or treating, Michael would have his clown costume, Jason would be a ghost, and Freddy would wear his old hat that he had loved. He had gotten it from his mother and father before they had left him.
"Hey Freds... why aren't you trick or treating with your friends...?" A little kid that had been in the foster home for so long had asked. Freddy exhaled loudly and said, "Why do you need to know?"
The little kid, who had seemed 5 or 6 had shrugged, "I just know that you would always hang out with them... you know when you lived on Elm Street..."
Freddy looked out the window again and felt his throat close up. "T..That was when I lived on Elm Street... when I lived in... Elm Street!" Freddy whimpered into the air. He turned around sharply and stared at the little kid, which looked familiar but Freddy didn't know his name. "Oh, I'm sorry Freddy... they must of been really good to you..."
Freddy wanted this kid to stop talking about his old friends. They just brought memories... some good and some bad...
He remembered the times when they would defend themselves to mean people who would call him so many things that he hated. Things that didn't make any sense. But he faced them, with his only friends by his side.
But he also remembered when they hated him. Just because he did one little push...
Maybe it's not a push to me... but it's a-FLASH
The words made Freddy shiver. They reminded him that maybe he did do something that his friends did not like.
Freddy shook his head and said, "They were never good to me... They were the worse friends that I've ever had."
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Michael walked into the cool air of the Halloween night. The sky was a dark blue and the moon shimmered onto him, staining him in a white glow.
He was wearing a clown costume, but he had left the mask in the house. But he wasn't just going to get the mask.
Michael had formed a plan after Jason and Freddy and him got into the fight, that he would kill someone, and the top of his list was Judith.
Why not Freddy and Jason...?
For some reason he felt like he should let them wait and let them be terrified at what was happening in Illinois, and then he would strike. He would let them be the last ones for him to kill.
Michael furiously stepping towards the house and he got to the back door.
His eyes were full of angry tears as he slowly reached for the cold doorknob. He twisted it slowly and walked in the kitchen.
Everything seemed to fast, but he was going so slow. Everything around him spun as he gently touched the draw that kept knives. He stared at them all, but then he saw it. The sharp glistening one that was on top of all the others. A Chef's Knife, he supposed it was called.
He grabbed it and whimpered softly. It felt so heavy, and he felt like he was going to drop it. It was slipping out of his hands, but he gripped it tightly. He couldn't back out now.
He kept it behind his back and he took step after pounding step towards the stair case. But before he walked up them, he grabbed his clown mask that was lying on the ground. He put it on and he felt like he wasn't himself. He wasn't. He was masked, he didn't have to be Michael any more. He was a clown. A happy... jolly... clown.
He walked up the stairs and the 'new kid' that Judith and her friend Mary were talking about a few weeks ago came downstairs. "Hey Michael..." He murmured as he passed. Michael said nothing and smirked in his mask as he didn't notice the knife behind him.
Michael stepped up the stairs and started to breath heavily. Everything he was doing, was real life. This wasn't a dream.
Or maybe a real life dream come true.
He finally got to the top of the stairs and turned to his sister's room.
The door was wide open and he saw his sister, naked, brushing her hair.
Pathetic! Michael almost screamed out loud. He bit his lip before screaming it, and soon he felt blood in his mouth. The metallic taste filled his mouth as he walked closer and closer to his sister.
"Michael?" She asked as she turned to look.
JUST STAB HER! MICHAEL STAB HER! The clown inside of him screamed at him BUT SHE'S MY SISTER! I DON'T CARE IF SHE'S MEAN! SHE IS MY SISTER! He tried to argue with the clown. RAISE YOUR ARM!
Michael obeyed and lifted his arm that had the knife in it.
And drop...
Michael stabbed threw the flesh and blood squirted everywhere as the clown told him to stab again and again.
The cries of his sister slowly died.
I did it... I killed her... Michael thought in his head. He smiled a little and walked down stairs, his pace a little faster.
He now walked out of his house and his eyes got wider.
Mom... dad... the police... He thought as he walked closer. His legs wouldn't obey and they kept walking and walking.
Then they stopped. Right at his parents.
They lifted up his mask and stared in horror.
"Michael...?"