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One Death
I plop down on my bed next to my best friend Ashley. “I have zero ideas on what to wear tonight” I say annoyed rolling my eyes. “You have tried on 60 different costumes, it’s not that hard to just choose one. My personal favorite is the mysterious princess.” she says trying to be helpful. “Every girl there is gonna be that. I need something to wow everybody” “Well,” there is a moment of silence then she says “Aha! I got it! Be that little bumble bee costume you tried on an hour ago! It was super cute and you definitely rock it.” “Omg, Ashley you actually have good fashion advice for once!” I say laughing. I grab the costume and go change into it. I look in the mirror “Perfect” I whisper to myself. I check the time, “Oh my gosh, we have to go Ashley it’s 8:30” I grab the car keys and go outside. It’s almost pitch black. “Hey, maybe we can see some clowns tonight” Ashley says laughing. I roll my eyes and turn on the car. “Put the address in the GPS, please” I say. She punches in the numbers. “Turn right in 500 feet, go straight for 10 miles, make a left turn, and it’s the first house on the right” says the little voice coming out of her phone. I do as it tells but I just have a weird feeling about it. “It says we will get there in 10 minutes” Ashley says. After about 10 minutes I turn onto the street. I start to push on the brake pedal but the car won’t stop. “Ashley the car won’t stop” I say frantically. “Push on the brake” “I’m not stupid, I am pushing all the way down” I shoot back. Suddenly the car comes to a complete stop. We both slam back against the seat. “That was the scariest thing ever” I said staring forward. "What the heck just happened" Ashley says turning her head towards me. "I think someone cut my brake cords" I say turning my head towards Ashley. "But who would do that?" "I have no idea but I don’t care about that right now, it's 9:00 we better go in. I’ll text my parents later" I say grabbing the car door. "At least the car stopped in front of the house" Ashley says laughing. I start laughing with her till we reach the door. I hit the doorbell and wait a second, no answer. I try a second time. Nothing. Finally, I open the screen door to see if it's unlocked. Surprisingly it's unlocked. I take a step into the house and see nothing. Just some normal house furniture. I look back at Ashley and give her a weird look. "Where is everybody?" she says looking around. “I have no idea” I say back. Suddenly I hear this loud noise coming from down stairs. Almost like someone crying for help. “Ashley do you hear that?” I say quickly. “Hear what?” “Listen.” We stop walking and stand. “Oh my gosh, where is that noise coming from? Someone needs help.” she says looking at me worried. “I don’t know I think we should just leave.” I say starting to get scared. I start to hear footsteps come up the stairs. We immediately look at each other and run. I start turning the doorknob to get out of the house but it’s locked. “It’s locked! We can’t get out” I say starting to panic. “Follow me” she says running up the stairs. I start quickly behind her. We run into what looks like a 5 year olds room. I slam the door shut and look for the lock. “There is no lock Ashley. It’s a freaking 5 year old's room.” I say panicking again. I don’t hear the footsteps anymore so I slowly open the door to peek around and see if anybody is there. “I don’t see anybody, come on” I say motioning my hands to Ashley. We slowly walk out and walk down the stairs. The screaming comes back again. “Someone needs help and we have to help her” Ashley says. “Ashley think about this, this is probably some prank everybody is pulling on us and when we get down there they are just gonna yell ‘GOTCHA YA!’ and laugh at us. But we might as well get it over now”
Ashley doesn’t really believe me so she is staying behind me but whatever. When I step on the 4 step down and I hear a click. I bend over to look to see what I stepped on and I feel a slight breeze over my head. “Did you hear that?” I say turning around. “Oh my god” Ashley has an arrow through her head. That was the click the click was the censored machine that shot arrows out of it when I stepped on the step. I suddenly can’t breathe or see straight. I feel the river of tears come to my eyes. I slowly drop down to my knees and just lay next to Ashley. I grab the arrow in her head and rip it out. I take my jacket off to put over the hole so she doesn’t bleed anymore. I just hold the arrow in my hand thinking of my next decision. I could either wait for some person to come kill me or I could do it for them. I just couldn’t think and I didn’t want to be in this world without her. I can’t die. This isn’t what she would want for me. I grab my phone out of my pocket to text my parents “Call 911 now” I send the message and hit send location. Within a few minutes I hear the cars pull up. They open the door and pick me up. I look at Ashley one last time and walk away. News reporters immediately start talking to me as soon as I take a foot outside the door. “I’m sorry for your loss but can you tell me details?” I ignore anybody who tries to talk to me. I see my parents and run up to them. They hold me and my mom whispers in my ear that everything will be alright. I just keep on crying and holding on to them.

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