In the end, I was the only one left.

Today, I'd finally turned 21, 'the legal drinking age' being the only one who hadnt tasted alcohol in this party.

The excitement was too much.

Everyone was high, cheering at the top of their voices for me to take the shot.

They'd presented me with whiskey, Ballantine of which I'd no idea.

I held the glass eyeing the yellowish golden liquid, raising it to my lips and taking a sip.

As soon as it hit my throat, it burned.

"How could anyone drink this thing?", I thought.

I wanted to throw up, but my friends were watching, I gulped.

"Come on Alisia, drink it babe?" Sam cheered.

Smiling, I held the glass tightly, closing my eyes, gulped down the whole content followed by a coughing fit.

Suddenly, the lights started flickering, the music stopped, an eerie silence took place followed by a knock on the door.

It was Sam's house party, everybody invited has already arrived and it was past midnight.

Maybe her parents were back, if so, then we're dead.

Gathering courage, I started towards the door, not knowing what was waiting on the other side.

On opening, I was met with a gust of icy wind and a foul smell, but no one else.

Closing the door, I walked back into the room.

The music started, but we heard the knock again.

It was strange, since the music was too loud.

It must be some prankster.

I opened the door shouting, "Whoever is it, it's not funny? Stop it or there'll be consequences."

I turned, closing the door when a hand suddenly came out of nowhere from between the gap, grabbing mine.

The skin on the hands was decaying, bones were peeking out underneath the flesh.

Screaming, I shut the door, breaking the wrist of that hand, rested my back on the door, taking heavy breaths.

When a strong push sent me flying forward.

All the 70 pair of eyes turned towards the door, which flew open.

Standing there was the legend of our nightmare, the legend who is renowned to kill people partying after midnight.

We thought it's just a rumor to stop late night parties until now.

"Partying without me, guys?", the guest's voice thundered.

There's a pin drop silence, followed by screams and frantic cries.

Everybody was running in every direction.

The guest slowly started with its first victim, breaking his skull with just a blow and I saw the broken wrist was attached again to its hand.

I scrambled to my legs, finding a place to hide or escape, my head throbbing with dizziness.

I somehow managed to get out of the house.

I ran towards my home, entering and quaking under the covers in my room until the alcohol and nausea took over and I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I read the headlines in the newspaper - "69 dead in a massacre"

In the end, I was the only one left.

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