Michael's POV

October 31, 1995

It's pretty weird in History. I have three people eyeing me and I'm not really into it. Joseph and Stacy won't stop glaring at me. 

I really thought Joseph wasn't in any other classes. I keep catching Nancy glancing at me. I guess I don't mind her but the bully and slut need to stop. 

I look down at the paper that the teacher put on my desk. It was the test last week. A hundred percent. "Some of you did well and others did terribly." He said putting a paper on Nancy's desk.

Nancy looked at it and her straight face went into a disappointed look. She set it down and sunk into her seat. 

I helped her study, how'd she get a bad grade. "I'd suggest a tutor for those who did terribly." He said eyeing at Nancy. 

Murdering was on my mind again. I just want to kill everyone. Hear their screams when I hurt them. I felt a smile growing on my face. 

I look down and put my hand over my mouth. I only smile for real when I think of a lot of murders and when Nancy does something. 

I still don't know why that's happening. I grab Stacy by her hair and slam her head down onto her desk repeatedly. 

Her desk now is covered in blood and her face is unrecognizable. I do it again making sure she's dead. I walk over to the board and grab the teachers scissors. 

I walk over to Joeseph and grab him by the collar. I open the scissors a bit, but not too much. I then stab him with the scissors. 

They got shoved up his nose. Blood was now dripping everywhere. His eyes looked up at the ceiling. I shut the scissors closed and let go of him and the scissors. 

He fell to the ground twitching for a moment but soon stopped. I turned towards the teacher. He looked scared and I liked it. 

I walked over to him. I saw a lot of choices to hurt him with. I grabbed a meter stick and held it tightly in my left hand. 

I held it like I was going to swing in baseball. I smacked the teacher in the face with the meter stick. He fell back into the chalkboard. 

He grabbed where I smacked him. He pleaded for me not to hurt him more. I smiled wickedly. I put the meter stick over my head holding it with two hands. 

I moved my hands down fast making sure it'd break skin when it hit him. It his bare arm. It did break the skin. 

I kept doing it over and over again until he was covered in the ruler marks. I was panting now. I dropped the meter stick and took a deep breath. 

I looked over at the desk and saw his stapler. I stepped over him and grabbed it. I smiled and looked down at him. 

He was crying. I stepped back and knelt down next to him. "How about we stop those tears," I said. his eyes widened. 

He kept trying to push me. I punched him in the nose making sure his nose was broken. He grabbed his nose and groaned in pain. 

I got closer putting my knee on his chest. He closed his eyes and I put the stapler where his eyelid was. I pressed down and the staple went in. 

He screamed in pain and put his hand over his eye. I went for his other eye. I opened it and kept it like that. 

I put my hand on the trigger and was fast about this. I slammed my hand down to his open eye. When I felt it touch his eye I pressed the trigger.

The staple was now in his eye. I smiled seeing this. It was now bleeding. I let go of his eyelids. His eye closed. 

He was screaming. It was getting really annoying now. I stood up and gripped the stapler tight. I bent over a bit grabbing his head. 

I made his head hit the wall. I shoved the stapler in his mouth. I let go and pushed it from the front that was still sticking out. 

He started choking on it. I Made sure it was going down his throat. I let go of his head and stood straight. I cracked my neck and shook my hands. 

I then kicked him in the neck, making him gasp. Blood started coming out of his mouth. He was gagging and trying to desperately get the stapler out. 

I saw a box cutter. I smiled and grabbed it. "Here, Let me get the stapler out," I said. I pulled his hands away. 

I slit his throat deeply. I set the box cutter down and put my hand in between the slit. I ripped the skin. I grabbed the box cutter again. 

I stabbed making it open once it hit the stapler. I cut roughly making sure to get it open. I then use both hands to pry open his neck. 

The staplers other end was there. I grabbed it and pulled it making it come out. I was now covered in blood. 

I would've thought of more but I felt a hit of pleasure making me gasp. Everyone's eyes were on me now. 

"Are you okay, Mr. Graves?" The teacher asked. "Yes, sorry, please continue," I said. I looked down and saw a bulge in my pants. 

That's what I get for thinking about a delicious murder. I looked over and saw Nancy paying attention to the teacher. 

She probably felt someone's eyes on her. She looked over. She mouthed "Are you okay?" I nodded and grabbed a book putting it over my bulge. 

[After Class]

I got up and held my books weirdly trying to cover up my bulge. I was about to walk out but Nancy came up. 

"Hey." She said quietly. "Hey," I said looking back and forth from her and the door. I just want to go to the bathroom and take care of it. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked putting her hand on my arm. She then saw where her hand was and put her hand behind her back and looked away embarrassed.

"Yeah, I was just surprised by what the teacher was talking about," I said trying to make the conversation go quick. 

"O-oh." She said still embarrassed. "You know you can touch me if you want," I said without thinking. I really phrased that weirdly.

Nancy's face got redder. So she was thinking of the dirty comment too. "Sorry, that was... sorry," I said putting my hand over my face. 

"I'm... I'm going to go now." I said pointing to the door. I wasn't embarrassed but I felt stupid for not thinking about what to say first. 

I walked out but stopped at the door frame. "I'll see you after school I hope," I said. "R-right." She said. I continued to walk towards the guy's bathroom. 

Once I got there I locked myself in a stall and set my books on the floor. I sighed and looked at the bulge. 

Before I started doing anything physical, I wanted to see if the naked grandma worked. I tried thinking about My grandma naked. All her gross wrinkles everywhere. 

Her gross smell that's old pee and the creams she put on that smell terrible. I cringed at thinking of this. I then felt myself getting limp. 

I peaked and it was. It really does work. I was shocked it worked. I got up and bent down grabbing my books. 

I opened the stall to see my reflection in the mirror. My mop hair looked messier than usual. I walked to the sink and washed my hand. 

I put my wet hand on top of my hair trying to flatten it as much as possible. It was now just fluffy instead of a mess. 

[After School]

I put my books in my locker and grabbed my bag. "Hey." I heard lightly. I turned towards the voice to see Nancy. I offered her a fake smile. 

"Hey," I said shutting my locker door. She gave me a small smile. "You ready?" I asked. She nodded. I started walking but she didn't move. 

"Nance, you have to walk to get to the car," I said. "I-I know." She said. I turn but knew she won't walk. "You coming?" I asked. 

"Yeah." She said. Something obviously was troubling her. I turn towards her and grab her hand. "Come on," I said pulling her in my direction. 

We were getting stares after that. "So, is there some reason I'm having to drag you?" I asked. "I don't want you to see my home." She bluntly said. 

"Why not?" I asked. "Its old and...old..." She said. "You said old twice," I said. "I know. It's just the exact opposite of your house." She said. 

"I don't care what your house looks like, Nancy," I said finally getting out of the crowded building. "Well, I do." She said. 

"You know I won't judge anything about you," I said. We walk closer to the car, holding hands. Her hands gripped tighter. 

"I know that." She said. "Then there's really no problem is there," I said stopping and turning around with a fake smile, plastered on my face.

She gave me a small smile and let go of my hand. I don't know why But I didn't like the feeling of losing contact. 

She walked over to the passenger side of the car. I unlocked it and got in. I leaned over and unlocked the passenger side. 

She got in and set her backpack on her lap. I put mine in the back. "You can put your bag in the back if you'd like," I said. 

She turned her head looking at the back. She reached over and dropped her bag in the back. She closed the door and got her seatbelt on. 

I started the car. I put my hand's on the wheel about to exit. "Wait, where do you live?" I asked looking over to her. 

"Where you picked me up this morning," She said. I nodded and reversed out of the parking lot. I turned left and just headed straight.

"So, did you get anything for your birthday?" I heard her ask. I glanced at her. I wasn't going to tell her about James getting me a playboy. 

"My mom made me my favorite breakfast," I said. "That's nice." She said. "Yeah," I said. It got silent. I glanced at her. 

She was looking at the road smiling a bit. "Are you going to dress up for Halloween?" I asked. "My dad says I'm too old to do stuff like that." She said. 

"My parent's dress up at midnight and go to those adult parties once I go to bed," I said. "Well, yeah, but they don't go Trick-Or-Treating." She said. 

I heard her shift in her seat. "They go and have adult fun like drinking and getting away from there kids." She said. "Does your dad do it?" I asked glancing at her. 

"Uh, maybe. I'm not sure." She said sitting in her seat normally. I nodded. "Where did I pick you up this morning?" I asked totally forgetting. 

"Right here is fine." She said. Once again, I glanced at her. "You sure?" I asked. "Mhm." She said. I slowed down and put it in park once I got to the curb almost. 

Once we stopped, I turned to her. She took off her seat belt and turned around reaching for her bag. Her butt went in the air a bit. 

"Do you need any help?" I asked. "I'm fine." She said. She grabbed her back and sat on her legs. She looked over to me and smiled. "Thank's for the ride." She said. 

I nodded. "You're welcome," I said leaning in to give her a hug goodbye. Do people do that? She opened the car door and got out. 

I stopped leaning towards her. I guess she doesn't want a hug. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were trying to hug me." She said stepping back in shyly. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck. I wrapped my hands around her waist bringing her closer. She made a tiny squeal and tensed up. 

"That tickled, Michael." She whispered. I let go of her. "S-sorry," I said. She let go of me. Her face was red as a tomato. "See you tomorrow." She said. 

I smiled. "You'll be here tomorrow right?" I asked. She nodded. "Bye, Michael." She said getting out of the car again. She shut the door and walked in front of it to get to the grass.

She walks up a bit and went into a Caramel colored house. I don't get why she was worried about me seeing her house. It looks fine.

The car goes into drive and I start to drive towards my house. I look into the rear view mirror. I see a man come out of the house, hold Nancy's arm. I decide to ignore it.

Nancy's POV [Before She Went Into Her House]

I walked up the sidewalk to my home. I glanced and saw Michael still there. I know he probably wants to make sure I get in alright but I wish he'd leave.

I just hope daddy's asleep now and didn't see anything. I walk up to my door and turn the knob. It opens. He must have forgotten to lock it again. 

I walk in and shut the door. I turn around to be met with my dad. I back up and hit the door a bit. "Hi, Daddy," I said. 

"Don't Hi daddy me when you were just outside with a boy." He said. I looked down scared. "Who was the boy?" He asked. I stayed silent trying to think of a good lie.

He grabbed me roughly and shook me. "I'm talking to you." He said angrily. I still stayed silent. "fine, Let's go ask him then." He said pushing me away from the door. 

"No, Daddy," I said grabbing his hand trying to pull him away. He opened the door and walked out dragging me with him. I'm too small and week to be able to do anything. 

I looked to the left seeing Michael already down the street. I sighed in relief. My relief was gone when dad got closer to me. "Get your little ass inside that house," he whispered.

I let go of his hand and slowly made my way in the house. "You're so lucky were outside." He said. I felt his hand go onto my back. I looked to the right and saw Michael's car turn.

I bit my lip. I looked to my left and saw our neighbor. "Hey, Mr. Jones!" She said smiling. dad smiled. "Hey there, Mrs. Kitmare." He said waving. 

I walked inside and ran to my room while Dad talked to her. I shut the door and hid behind my bed. I was beyond scared. 

I heard the front door close. I grabbed my legs and stayed still. "Nancy." I heard. He opened the door. I stayed there trying to be still. 

I felt a rough hand grab me. He yanked me up to my feet. "Now tell me. Who is that boy?" He asked. "Mad-Maddie's-ma-" "Who?" He asked cutting me off.

"Maddie's boyfriend..." I said looking down. "That slut actually got a boyfriend?" He asked. "She's not a slut!" I yelled defending her. 

He slapped me in the face making me fall back onto my bed. I grabbed my cheek and turned to my side. 

"Don't you ever yell at me like that!" He yelled. I looked at him with blurry vision, from my eyes tearing up. 

"She is a slut! I hear her stories about all the men she slept with!" He yelled turning to pace at how mad he is. "Those are private conversations dad," I said quietly. 

He walks over and grabs me. "I'm your father! I can listen to what you're doing anytime I want to." He said punching me. I scream in pain. 

He covers my mouth and punches my stomach. "Will you shut up!" He yelled letting me go. "Gross. You got tears and saliva on me." He said wiping his hand on me. 

"I'm to the bar for a few drinks. I expect there to be dinner hot and on the table when I get back." He said leaving the room. 

I heard a few noises before the front door opened. "You hear me, young lady?" He said slamming the door. 

I got up quickly and wiped my tears away. I walked to my dad's room and pulled the mattress up. I saw his stash of money he uses when girls come over and jump on the bed with him.

 I grabbed some cash and dropped his mattress. I walked out to the living room where the phone was. I grabbed it off the wall and dialed the number I've been familiar with since second grade. 

It rang for a few times before someone answered. "Hello!" I heard on the other side all cheerful. It was Maddie's little sister. 

"Hey there, Jamie," I said trying not to sound sad. "Nancy! Are you going to take me Trick-Or-Treating soon!?!?" She yelled into the phone. 

"Yeah, I will," I said. I looked back at the door thinking dad will come back. "Can I talk to your sister please," I said holding the cord and twisting it around my fingers. 

"Okay!" she said. I heard the phone get set down. I waited a good minute before hearing another voice. "Hey." I heard. 

I smiled. "Hey, Can you borrow your mom's car and pick me up to take me out real quick. I mean I'm coming over anyways, to Trick-Or-Treat with, Jamie." I said. 

"Uh, I'll see." She said. I waited again. I heard her come back to the phone. "I'll be there soon." She said. "Alright, Bye," I said hanging up. 

I bit my lip nervously. I feel bad for stealing dad's money but he won't let me get a job. I walk into the kitchen and start making dinner for dad. 

[Skip To Maddie Getting There]

I placed a note on the dinner wrapped in tinfoil so it won't get that cold. I heard a knock on the door which startled me a bit. 

I walked over to the door but stopped. I looked in the mirror on the right. A bruise was on my face now. I bit my lip. 

I opened the door to be greeted by Maddie. "He-what happened to your face?" She asked walking in all concerned. 

"Your dad did this to you again, didn't he?" she asked. "No, it's my Halloween costume," I said sadly looking away. 

She sighed. "Now what kind of costume would that be?" She asked. "The one with the girl that gets abused by her father by seeing her with her boyfriend," I said. 

"He saw you with, Michael?" She asked. "He wants to give me rides home and to school so I won't take the bus and get bullied," I said. 

She looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry." She said pulling me into a hug. " I told him that Michael was your boyfriend and he called you a slut and I defended you and he got mad." I cried out.

"Thanks for defending me." She said softly. I cried in her shoulder not being able to stop my little sniffles. She rubbed the back of my head trying to calm me down.

"You're going to be alright." She said. We stood there for a good five minutes before we pulled away. I wiped my eyes and looked at her putting on a small smile.

She smiled back and went to the bathroom getting tissues. She came back and handed me one. I wiped my tears away.

"So, you ready now?" She asked. I looked over to her. I nodded lightly. "Can we go to the video store?" I asked. 

"For what?" She asked going over to the door and opening it. "I want to get Halloween five," I said grabbing my jacket and slipping it on.

She nodded and we headed out. I got into the car and waited patiently. "You know, Jamie can't see that movie right?" Maddie asked glancing over.

"It's not for me," I said. "Oh?" She asked raising a brow. "Todays Michaels birthday and I didn't see the fifth one on his shelf at home," I said shyly.

"Well, aren't you a good girlfriend." She said giggling. I let out a breathy laugh. "So, he's a horror fan?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah," I said looking out the window.

I saw all the beautiful trees everywhere. All the colors that were showing. "Do you need wrapping paper?" She asked. I looked over to her. "Mhm," I said. 

"Oh, and I was talking to him today and he was ignoring me again." She tattles putting on her pouty face. I laugh a bit.

"You probably were talking to him at a bad time," I said still laughing a bit. She continued pouting like her little sister.

"Yeah, well, he's probably not a good listener."