I clutched the knife tighter and went to the front door, sliding on my shoes, and went outside. The cool air hit me like an unwanted hug from death himself. The uneasy thought of what was to come lingered in my mind, my hand lingered on the doorknob. I reluctantly let go but I knew I had to. I sucked in a stinging cool breath of night air and marched through the darkness to jeff's house. No. Jeff's House of Horrors. With each step, the closer I got to his home, my legs began to turn to jelly, my knees shaking, my palms began to get sweaty, my breathing quickened and shallowed. Before I knew it, I stood in front of his home, on the doormat. I shakily reached for the doorknob, slowly listening to it click free, and, with my eyes shut in fear of what would lie before me, I tightened my grip on the knife and flung the door open. I slowly opened my eyes and prayed silently that all I had seen and had happened to this point was just a bad dream. My grip on the kitchen knife became knuckle whitening I hear his voice. "Hello Janey, welcome to my home." He said as if this was nothing more than a casual visit between friends, but his voice was anything but casual. It was all forced kindness. I opened my eyes wider than I ever thought possible as he came into full view. The moon lit up the terror before me; the rumors truly didn't do him justice. His eyes were larger than normal, ringed in darkened chard flesh, his smile was red, cracking and bleeding from him having spoken, and his clothes looked to be stained in fresh blood. I just stared, feeling tears welling up in my eyes as I was fighting to scream in fear that it would upset him. Slowly I felt my grip on the knife loosen as I passed out in genuine fear.