The killer lunged at me with that gleaming knife, murder in his mannerisms. And then, I saw my own life flash before my eyes. I know it sounds corny, but it's true, oh so true. I saw my childhood, playing with my sisters and toys, going on trips with my parents, bless their souls. I saw my high school years, meeting Samantha, acing my classes, and graduating with high hopes. I saw the downs as well. I saw the deep, uncaring depression that Samanatha went through, the sleepless nights and the blank, speechless days. I saw her take her own life. I saw my own depression, my own world falling apart in front of me, crying out to the heavens in despair. But in that moment of my life, I remembered.

I remembered Samantha. I could almost feel her. I did, I felt her, whispers calling out to me: "Lizzie, you can do this! Fight back, girl. You can do this," And I heard these words and I looked back at my attacker. Something emotional, like courage, but stronger and braver, filled me. I gulped, and recalled the good moments of my life. Even if I did die, I would drag this killer to death with me. The knife soared down, readying itself to stab itself into my flesh, gleaming with malice and sharpness. The tip came close to brushing my body, when grabbed the wrist, squeezing and twisted. I heard a painful crunch, as the wrist snapped. A wail of pain emerged from its lips, once curled into a malicious smile. The killer grabbed it's right wrist, as the dagger dropped to the floor.

I dropped to my knees, reaching out to grab the handle of the knife, when a blowing kick hit me in the chest. I was sent back, feet away from the knife, as my killer lunged towards his fallen weapon, angered and frustrated to the point of explosion. Its fingers wrapped around the knife, but I stood and snatched the dagger away. Gripping it tightly in my hands, there was a deadly silence and stillness between us. Neither one seemed to move or breath for a moment that stretched on for what seemed like a minute. I looked into the pumpkin mask, a mask I would have scoffed at of it were worn by a child. But it was work by a monster. And it would be a monster. I've been referring to the killer as 'it', because though it was a human, the murderer was a monster, someone so vile and sadistic I can only refer to this thing as an 'it'.

The killer and I stayed calm, both staring at each other in terror and hate. My attacker was the first to move. It jumped, bearing its hands like claws and knocking me to the ground, though I know I got a good stab onto his arm, because he winced in pain in his attack. But the knife was out of my hands and into the murderer's. An awful cackle filled the room. I was on the floor, next to my bed. Slowly, as if to taunt me, the killer walked towards me, holding the dagger, ready to leave my guts on the outside. "Ready to die, Lizzie?" it said, chuckling hatefully. I made no reply, as I subtly started to reach under my bed, my hand scattering around for something to help me, while the rest of my body stared up at my attacker. Then, I found it. A flashlight, still with a battery in it. Good! Great! I started to laugh too, much to the confusion of the pumpkin masked lunatic.

My thumb on the button and my fingers around the handle, I jumped up, as the killer rushed towards me, thudding footsteps. I pushed the button as I pointed the flashlight at it, a flood of unbearable light rushing into its eyes. The killer stumbled back, blinking wildly, dazed for a bit. I ran towards him, strobing the flashlight, leaving it scatter minded. I took the killer by the throat, strangling it, hoping to put an end to this sadist's life. The killer stumbled around, choking, dropping his knife and gasping for air. Stupidly, I kicked away the knife so that the killer couldn't get it anymore. I looked around for any weapons, for my grip was nowhere as strong as its might. I saw the window that overlooked the shed roof. I could push him out, let it bleed to death.

Gripping it by the neck, I forced the killer back. It stumbled for a moment, only a single foot away from breaking through the window. I gasped in fright that my plan had failed. No... no. I could still hear Samantha's voice, encouraging me. "Go on, Lizzie! You got this!" And I believed those words, whether they were a figment of my imagination or encouragement from the other side. Charging with the power of a bull, I ran at the killer and pushed him back. It tumbled, grunting in pain, as it crashed through the window. Shards shattered everywhere, making an unpleasant sound that was still music to my ears. "Nooo!" it shouted, falling outside of the window. A heavy thud followed, as its body slammed against the shed roof, following with a moan of pain. I looked through the broken window and down, at the body of my attacker.

The body didn't move. The pumpkin mask was still on his face, and the mist didn't waver, and the night held its heavy darkness, but through that fog and the mask, I knew that my killer was dead now.

He was dead.

Good.

That was good.

I rushed to the phone, dialing 911. I told them everything. The mask, the killer, the party, and the address. I heard sirens, this time in real life. I walked downstairs, though I had been shaken beyond compare. Deep breaths went up and down my nose. I smiled with relief. The fog, it settled down. I could see clearly now. I walked outside, the door creaking, looking at Megan's body with fright and pity. I walked over to the shed and looked for the pumpkin masked killer.

But the killer was nowhere to be found. My eyes widened, and in one instant, I caught a glimpse. A glimpse of a rushing figure, running down the street, away from the crime scene, bloodied and broken. And on the figure's face was a pumpkin mask. I screamed, but soon, the police arrived as did the ambulances, collecting the bodies. I was taken to a hospital, where I was cured and patched up. I was taken home and things only looked up from there. I never caught a glimpse of the pumpkin masked killer after then. A year later, I met a nice woman named Theodora, who filled the gap that Samantha left. We got married in a beautiful ceremony. And that brings us to today. Theo and I have moved far away. I've started to expand my horizons more. For the first time in years, I think that I'm happy. Every year, on Halloween, we go out and buy some candy for the trick or treaters. The killer is still out there... but I'm fine. I'm happy. Now, and for the first time in my life, all is well.