—Marion—
  Sighing to myself,I stepped on the cigarette I had in my hands five seconds earlier.In front of me,Sam and Ben chattered about Micheal Myers.

  "I met him,fifteen years ago,"Sam said."I was told there was nothing left;no reason,no conscience,no understanding in even the most rudimentary sense of life or death,of good or evil,of right or wrong,"he paused.

  "I met this...six year old child,with this blank,pale, emotionless face,and....these eyes.The Devil's eyes," I rolled my eyes at my superior's words.

  "I spent eight years trying to reach him,and then another seven trying to keep him locked up.Because I realised what was living behind the boys eyes was purely and simply...evil.

  Tutting to myself,I spoke.
"Yeah,yeah,we get it.Bein' Brit and all,I don't really care,"I said.
"Excuse me miss,when did I ask you for anything?"Ben asked.I grumbled.
—Laurie—
  "Hello,Tommy!I'm Laurie," I smiled at the young boy in front of me,leading him into the living room.
"Thank you,Laurie,"Tommy said,seating himself on the sofa.

  I was pulled aside by Marge Doyle,Tommy's mother.
"Okay,Tommy's father died last Halloween,so he'll be a bit...jumpy.If he starts crying,wind up this," She passed me a small wooden music box and I nodded.
"It's okay,Marge.I will,"I said.

  With those words,Marge left the house,fleeing into her green car.My eyes flicked away for a moment as I saw the same man from earlier;he was staring at me from behind a tree.

  His eyes were dark and empty.I still couldn't see them clearly but I think he had blue eyes.Turning away to check on Tommy,I called to my ward.

  "Are you okay,Tommy?"I called.
"Yeah,"Tommy said.Turning back,my eyes searched for the man.He wasn't there.
—Annie—
  Singing a tune,I opened the fridge and took out soke butter and bread.I placed them on the kitchen counter. Outside,tiny ruvlets splattered against the window as the sun vanished beneath the horizon.

  In the hallway,the phone rang loudly.I groaned and set the bread and butter down.Strolling down the corridor,I passed pictures of Lindsey as a baby,then a toddler,on her first day at school....

  I picked up the phone and answered it.
"Hey,Paul.How's work?"I asked my boyfriend over the phone.
"Good!How's your kid?"Paul asked me.
"Fine.She's really adorable," I twirled the phone cord around my index finger.

  Lightning suddenly crashed outside.I jolted and shrieked.
"Did you hear that?" Paul's voice came out shaky and quiet.
"Yeah.See ya," I hun up on him and darted into the living room.

  Lindsey sat on the sofa,horrified.Her eyes were wide and tears were pricking her face.Light crackled from outside and we both shrieked,hurrying to the cellar and opening it.We darted down the stairs and locked the door shut.

  A ping-pong table sat squarely in the centre of the cellar, with three chairs on either side of it.Lindsey and I huddled next to each other as lightning crashed outside. Rain lashed against the window.

  Suddenly,the lighting flashed one more time and the rain battered for a few more seconds.After that,silence.I opened the door to the cellar and led my ward upstairs,to the living room.

RING!RING!

  I picked up the phone and shakily answered it.
"That was weird,"Paul said.
"Yeah.Okay,I'm gonna make myself some dinner.Bye,"I told him.
"BYE!" He hung up on me.

  Strolling back into the kitchen,my eyes widened when I saw the shadow of something moving in the doorway of the bathroom.I stepped into the room to see a towel moving around in the wind from an open window.I closed the window and sighed,sauntering back into the kitchen to prepare my meal.

  Finishing making my sandwich,I opened the fridge door.
I screamed as a ball of black fur leaped at the floor.It was only a car.I sighed and placed the butter into the fridge before closing it.

  Opening the cupboard door,I slid the bread into the back of it.Closing it,I opened the back door for the cat to sitter away.