I sighed.

My parents were on a business trip again, leaving me alone with my older brother Gabe. He was just getting ready for his night out with his friends which meant that I will be alone in the house once he leaves.

Alone on the Halloween night.

'Should I be scared or thrilled?', I thought because I didn't really know.

I wanted to lean in the couch and watch some scary horror movies while eating popcorns but I couldn't do that because I knew I would be interrupted by the children, who were looking for treats.

I didn't think it was a smart idea to let children out at this time, when all these people were reported missing; well, children mostly, and all of them in a specific time between midnight and 3 am.

I couldn't understand what kind of parents would let their children rooming around the city in the dark night when who knows what kind of sinister figure was creeping in the shadows.

I felt a shiver run down my spine just by thinking of it.

'My parents couldn't pick up a better time for a business trip', I thought sarcastically. I knew I shouldn't blame them because it wasn't their fault but I just couldn't help the bitterness I was feeling.

I looked at the clock that was located on the left side of the room and saw that was almost 7 pm, which meant that kids should be coming in about...

Ring.

I sighed but still went to the front door to give the children what they came for. As soon as I opened the door I was meet with choirs of 'Trick or Threat' so loud that it almost left me deaf. I had to blink a few times before I regained my posture and showed a bunch of candies inside the kid's bags.

Six or seven hours later after all of the kids that came to get their candies left, I was left alone in a quiet and creepy house.

I realized that this was my first time being alone in this house. I usually stayed with Gabe but this time was the exception. He wanted to spend time with his friends more than he wanted to spend time with me, his sister.

Well, I guess it can't be helped. His friends were more important to him than I was, and I knew that since he told me himself in those exact words.

The sound of doorbell brought me out of my thoughts and I turned my attention to the front door. 'That was weird', I thought with a frown.

I looked at the clock and realized it was 1 am and I expected Gabe at 6 or 7 am because he was probably going to get home drunk.

I made my way to the door and put a hesitated hand of the doorknob taking a deep breath before opening it. I was meet with an empty porch and cold wind that hit me in my face like a slap.

I quickly went back inside locking the door while my heart was beating so wildly that I thought it would burst out of my chest.

'That was probably Gabe. Yeah, he's just messing with you,' I tried to convince myself but a loud thud coming from kitchen almost made me jump out of my skin.

I gulped.

'I probably didn't pay attention on the plates I left in the sink and they must have fall or something like that. Yeah. That was the reason.'

But that still didn't help my beating heart that now I thought it would explode like a volcano.

'Should I check that?', I asked myself but then slapped my forehead instead.

'Stupid. Everyone who does that dies first in the horror movies. Seriously? Have those movies taught you nothing?'

But as stubborn as I was, of course I wouldn't listen to my logical thoughts and instead went to listen the stupid one's like 'It's probably just Gabe trying to sober up,' or 'This is your house! Who could have possible be in your kitchen other than your brother. Remember, you and Gabe are the only one's who has the keys so stop freaking out! Jeez!'

But still some small voice at the back of my mind told me to stay the hell away from the kitchen and run out of the house but I just ignored it.

"Gabe?" I called out weekly as I reached the kitchen doorframe and peeked inside but found no one there, just a three plates lying on the floor and without second thought I went to pick them.

I placed them on the counter and went back to the living room not even looking behind me in the dark kitchen. The whole house was quiet and peaceful, but not the good kind but the bad almost creepy kind.

It gave me chills and I quickly went back to my spot on the couch where I was lying and watching movies since that doorbell.

It was definitely Gabe, messing with me since he knew how afraid I was of being alone in the dark.

While I was making myself comfortable on the couch I realized that I missed the remote. It wasn't in the place I left it when I heard the doorbell.

I started searching for it but I couldn't find it anywhere. Just then my phone buzzed against my hip and I pulled it out and read a single text message that instantly made me ten times paler than I actually was.

It was a text from a unknown number and it read 'Looking for something' in bold letters and with a picture of a hand holding a remote.

I felt the air leave my lungs and fear suddenly washed over me. I looked around me but I didn't found anything suspicious expect...that noise in the kitchen.

Without even looking behind me, I rushed back to the front door and tried to open it so I could run away from the house with who knows what kind of psychopath in it, but the keys wasn't where I left them and I started to panic.

My phone buzzed with a new message from the same number and it read 'Trying to run away are we? Well, that's unfortunate because the fun just began.'

I heard a noise from the kitchen and rushed upstairs to my room locking the door behind me. I fall down to the ground and started sobbing uncontrollably.

'Is this really going to be my end?', I asked myself while the tears rolled down my cheeks. I let out a small scream when I heard that someone tried to break the door.

"Aw come on. We're just getting started. Get out and let's play. Come on?" I couldn't see but I had the feeling that the person whose voice belonged smiled at the other side of the door. The voice was full of malice and it sounded rough so I guessed it belong to a guy.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything back. I was too scared and I couldn't even open my mouth to speak.

The person on the other side kicked the door a couple of times until I was sure that next time he kicked it the door were going to be completely crushed down. I looked to my right where the other door was, the door that lead to the bathroom and then to the hallway.

I quickly stood up and run to the door; I placed my hand on the doorknob and waited for the guy to break down my bedroom door so I could escape through bathroom.

I knew it was a stupid plan but it was the only one I got so it would have to work. As soon as the guy kicked the door so hard it completely break down I made a dash for it and raced for the stairs only to be stopped by a hand of my shoulder that pushed me forward and I stumbled down the stairs.

I fall down the stairs with a loud thud and I could feel a couple of bones crush under my weight as I let out a painful scream. I could feel blood spread through my hair and I knew that I cutted my head badly.

My head hurt and my vision suddenly became very fuzzy. I could only see a silhouette of the person who pushed me and he chuckled darkly at my painful state.

"Such a shame." He said with no remorse. "And here I thought we would have an entire night to play as I wish but you put the end to it...sister." He spat out with venom and I had to focus myself on him and what I saw made my heart stop for a painful moment.

"Gabe." I croaked out. It wasn't a question; it was a statement, because that was indeed my brother dressed in black pants and black sweater and holding a pocket knife in his right hand while he was smiling at me sinicaly.

I shuddered at his smile. It was malicious and I had a feeling that this was my end. But before I died I had to ask him one question.

"Why?" I asked him weakly while biting the inside of my cheeks to prevent myself from screaming in pain.

He chuckled and then said in a cold voice the words that surprised me and in the same time made me felt guilty.

"You want to know why?" He asked with venom in his voice and I had to blink in order to keep my tears from falling. "You! That's why. My life was great until you were born. I had all of the mom and dad's attention and love and you ruined it and stole all of it from me the minute you were born!" He shouted at me and I couldn't hold my tears back anymore.

"You destroyed me! You made me like this! You turned me into a monster!" I started sobbing but with every sound I made my whole body hurt.

"I couldn't do anything to you while mom and dad were around so I had to find myself another distraction." He smiled at me wickedly and I let out a gasp.

'He didn't mean.... No, no, no! NO!!!'

"You killed all of those children?" I asked him feeling angry and disgusted at what he did to all those innocent kids. He just grinned viciously at me.

"Well, of course. I had to keep myself entertained somehow. After you were born I despised all of the children and when an idea struck me I couldn't help it. Their screams and pleads are still echoing in my head." He chuckled before he looked at me with a sinister grin plastered on his face.

"Well then sister, I think it's time to finish what we started." He said and stabbed me in abdomen with his pocket knife.

 I screamed in agony and pain while he was laughing at me like a madman. Every part of my body hurt and suddenly my vision blurred and all I could see was darkness.

Before I drifted to unconsciousness I could hear him mutter something with malice in his voice.

"Trick or Treat little sister."