Dear Diary | Engels Halloween
Dear Diary,
This morning, I woke up and looked next to my bed. I saw the clothing I wore yesterday. I was dressed up like Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad. My best friend and I went to a party from a guy named Jack. He went to high school with us, but we never really talked to each other. We thought it would be fun to go to his house, meet all those other people that weren’t our friends in that time. Seeing everybody after 3 years, I didn’t knew I would like that so much. Jack’s house, the biggest of the neighbourhood of course, was covered with Halloween treats, pumpkin lights and so many other decorated stuff. What began as the world’s best Halloween party, changed in one of those horror stories. I don’t really know where to start… It was almost night, some of us were drunk, so we don’t remembered much. Nobody was counting how many people were in that house. Let’s say there were a lot of uninvited. I don’t know when, but suddenly I lost Jack. I knew he was the whole night here but now he was missing. And I was not the only one, people start talking to each other like: did something happen to him? Where is he? So I start searching for him on my own. But that went really wrong. Imagine everyone is looking really scary that night. I was terrifying. I search for hours. At some point of that night I realised I had to let it go, so I walked back to Jack’s house. I heard screaming. And suddenly someone ran into me. I fell on the ground and I remembered that I couldn’t stand up. When I realised what happened, I run to the backyard. There was Jack. Covered with blood. And death. No one will ever know what exactly happened that night.