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3 True Halloween Horror Stories That Will Make You Fear the Night Forever · True Horror Stories

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  Speaker 1: Halloween night was always a bit too much for me,
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  Speaker 1: not because of the holiday itself, but the constant doorbell
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  Speaker 1: ringing and the throngs of children demanding candy. My five
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  Speaker 1: year old Abby loved it, of course. She'd been buzzing
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  Speaker 1: around in her little princess costume since this afternoon, her
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  Speaker 1: plastic pumpkin pail swinging on her arm. I, on the
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  Speaker 1: other hand, was eight months pregnant, exhausted, and could barely
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  Speaker 1: keep up with her. My feet ached from standing at
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  Speaker 1: the door holding out candy to kids who never seemed
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  Speaker 1: to stop coming. By ten PM, I'd finally put Abby
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  Speaker 1: to bed, her pail of candy tucked under her arm
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  Speaker 1: like a teddy bear. I'd hoped the constant stream of
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  Speaker 1: trigger treaters would stop, but they didn't. Not until nearly
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  Speaker 1: midnight did the doorbell finally stop ringing. The streets outside
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  Speaker 1: were silent, now only a few faint laughs in the
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  Speaker 1: occasional car in the distance. I sat down in the
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  Speaker 1: living room, candy bowl on my lap, app absently munching
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  Speaker 1: on the leftovers. Pregnancy cravings had a way of justifying
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  Speaker 1: late night candy binges. I turned on a horror movie,
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  Speaker 1: something cheesy and predictable. I'll picked to relax after the
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  Speaker 1: long night. About fifteen minutes in, just as I was
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  Speaker 1: starting to unwind, there was a knock at the door.
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  Speaker 1: I froze, staring at the screen as though the knock
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  Speaker 1: had come from inside the movie. Who the hell would
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  Speaker 1: be trick or treating at this hour? My heart gave
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  Speaker 1: a small, reluctant thud as I stood up, shuffling to
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  Speaker 1: the door.
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  Speaker 2: Through the peep hole, I saw him, a.
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  Speaker 1: Man dressed in a werewolf mask, standing silently on the porch. Seriously,
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  Speaker 1: I muttered to myself, opening the door just a crack
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  Speaker 1: enough to glare at him a trick or treat. His
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  Speaker 1: voice was low, almost mocking. I squinted at him. My
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  Speaker 1: patience was worn thin.
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  Speaker 2: Go home, or I'll call the police. Stupid pranksters.
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  Speaker 1: It didn't move, didn't say anything else, just stood there,
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  Speaker 1: staring at me through the cheap plastic mask. I felt
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  Speaker 1: a flicker of unease in my gut. There was something
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  Speaker 1: wrong about the way he just stood there, the way he.
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  Speaker 2: Watched me go away.
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  Speaker 1: I snapped louder now and slammed the door shut. I waited,
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  Speaker 1: listening for his footsteps. Nothing After a few more seconds
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  Speaker 1: of silence, I double locked the door, flicked off the
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  Speaker 1: porch light, and told myself to forget about it. But
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  Speaker 1: sleep didn't come easy that night. I tossed and turned
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  Speaker 1: Abby's soft snores from the next room, where the only
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  Speaker 1: sound in the house. I kept waking up as my
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  Speaker 1: mind kept flashing back to the masked man.
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  Speaker 2: Who was he?
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  Speaker 1: Why was he here? I couldn't shake the feeling that
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  Speaker 1: something was off. It was around two am when I
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  Speaker 1: woke with a jolt. My heart pounded as though I'd
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  Speaker 1: been running for hours. I couldn't place why. There was
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  Speaker 1: no noise, no reason for the sudden feeling of dread
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  Speaker 1: that gripped my chest like a vi. I slid out
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  Speaker 1: of bed quietly and moved toward the door. Maybe it
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  Speaker 1: was just a mother's instinct. Maybe I just needed to
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  Speaker 1: check on Abbey, make sure she was okay. I patted
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  Speaker 1: softly down the hallway. The air in the house was
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  Speaker 1: colder than before. As I reached the top of the stairs,
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  Speaker 1: I froze. He was there, the man in the werewolf mast,
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  Speaker 1: crouched on all fours at the bottom of the stairs.
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  Speaker 1: His head was tilted at an unnatural angle, staring up
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  Speaker 1: at me. His breathing was shallow and raspy, filling the
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  Speaker 1: silence of the house. I stood there, unable to move.
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  Speaker 1: Only my pulse thudded in my ears. For a moment,
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  Speaker 1: neither of us moved. Then, without warning, he let out
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  Speaker 1: a low, animalistic growl, like a dog about to pounce.
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  Speaker 2: My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I
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  Speaker 2: turned and sprinted.
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  Speaker 1: I could feel him chasing me, his footsteps heavy and fast,
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  Speaker 1: but not like a man running, more like something crawling.
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  Speaker 1: I glanced back, and my blood turned to ice. He
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  Speaker 1: was coming after me on all fours, like an animal.
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  Speaker 1: His hands and feet scrambled against the stairs, his body
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  Speaker 1: twisting unnaturally as he chased me, and the sounds he.
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  Speaker 2: Was growling, snarling, howling like a wolf.
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  Speaker 1: I reached Abbey's room just in time, slamming the door
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  Speaker 1: shut and locking it. My hands were shaking so badly
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  Speaker 1: I could barely dial nine one one. Please help me,
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  Speaker 1: I whispered into the phone. My voice was barely audible
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  Speaker 1: over his scratching at the door.
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  Speaker 2: There's someone in the house.
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  Speaker 1: He's trying to get in the operator's calm voice tried
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  Speaker 1: to reassure me but it was drowned out by the
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  Speaker 1: bang ache, the scratching, the low guttural growls.
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  Speaker 2: Coming from the other side of the door.
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  Speaker 1: The door shuddered as he kicked it again and again,
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  Speaker 1: harder each time. I was shivering like a leaf as
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  Speaker 1: I pressed my back against the door, holding Abbey tightly
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  Speaker 1: in my arms, praying for the police to arrive. Then,
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  Speaker 1: just as the door was about to give away, I
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  Speaker 1: heard it, the distant wail of sirens. The banging stopped,
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  Speaker 1: the scratching when silent. When the police arrived, they found
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  Speaker 1: the front door broken, the lock mangled by what looked
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  Speaker 1: like a metal rod. But the man was gone, disappeared
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  Speaker 1: into the night like he'd never been there. They searched
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  Speaker 1: the house, checked the neighborhood, but there was no trace
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  Speaker 1: of him, no clue as to who he was or
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  Speaker 1: what he wanted. And I'll never forget the way he
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  Speaker 1: looked at me through the mask, the silent, patient stare,
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  Speaker 1: like he was waiting waiting for me to open the
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  Speaker 1: door again. Halloween night at Greenwood always seemed to bring
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  Speaker 1: out the best in our neighborhood. Kids running around in costumes.
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  Speaker 1: Hell's is decked out in spooky decorations. It was my
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  Speaker 1: favorite time of the year. This year, though, Jack Marlowe
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  Speaker 1: and his wife Lisa really outdid the rest of us
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  Speaker 1: with their haunted house. They were hosting a small get together,
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  Speaker 1: so I was an hour or so early to help
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  Speaker 1: out and enjoy the night. Rick Thompson is my name.
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  Speaker 1: I'd been good friends and business partners with Jack for
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  Speaker 1: all these years, and Lisa was his girlfriend. We shared much,
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  Speaker 1: but things had started getting a bit tense between him
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  Speaker 1: and Lisa lately. I knew about Lisa's affair with a
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  Speaker 1: younger woman named Diane. Not my place, so I tried
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  Speaker 1: to keep it light hearted, not to allow the awkwardness
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  Speaker 1: to spoil the evening. By and by the evening wore round.
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  Speaker 1: All of us were drinking and laughing, affecting not to
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  Speaker 1: notice the deeper undercurrent of tension. Ten pm, before we
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  Speaker 1: knew it, there was a tinkle at the door bell.
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  Speaker 1: Trick or treats, came the muffled voice from the porch. Jack,
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  Speaker 1: always being an obliging host, stood up and take the
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  Speaker 1: bowl of candy. I get it, he said, going to
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  Speaker 1: the door. There was something that did not feel right.
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  Speaker 1: I tracked him into the foyer, but kept well back,
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  Speaker 1: hiding behind the shadows of the hallway. This horrible feeling
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  Speaker 1: crept over me that something bad was going to happen.
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  Speaker 1: Opening the door, Jack expected trick or treaters. Instead, a
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  Speaker 1: figure in a grotesque mask stood there holding a brown
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  Speaker 1: paper bag. Before Jack could react, he pulled out a
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  Speaker 1: gun and shot him in the face. Jack collapsed instantly,
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  Speaker 1: and candy spilled everywhere. I stood frozen in terror, holding
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  Speaker 1: my breath as I stared at the scene from the
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  Speaker 1: dark hallway, screaming. Lisa stood by, but there was something
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  Speaker 1: strange about her though. It was almost as though she
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  Speaker 1: had been waiting for this moment to arrive. The masked
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  Speaker 1: intruder entered another step into the house to look for
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  Speaker 1: witness My heart stammered and I shrunk back into the
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  Speaker 1: shadows further.
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  Speaker 2: How someone fund of police.
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  Speaker 1: She finally screamed, breaking out of her trance. Diane sped
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  Speaker 1: from the living room, panic etched across her face. She
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  Speaker 1: had dashed right into the masked figure. It started to
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  Speaker 1: raise the.
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  Speaker 2: Gun once more. No witnesses.
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  Speaker 1: The figure hissed. My survival instincts kicked in. I turned
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  Speaker 1: to run and bumped into a table, sending a glass
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  Speaker 1: crashing to the floor. The shattering sound would give me away.
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  Speaker 1: The intruder's had jerked in my direction, and I knew
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  Speaker 1: it was my turn. I sprinted toward the back door
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  Speaker 1: as the killer pounded down behind me. I leaped out
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  Speaker 1: into the backyard, clearing a low fence into the next
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  Speaker 1: yard over, as the neighbor peered out across his property line,
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  Speaker 1: looking irritated.
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  Speaker 2: I couldn't breathe.
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  Speaker 1: But didn't stop as I weaved through the maze of yards.
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  Speaker 1: I hit the street and saw a police car parked
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  Speaker 1: at the end of the block. I signaled them down,
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  Speaker 1: breathless and frantic.
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  Speaker 2: Half my friend's d hut. The killers after me.
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  Speaker 1: I gasped, pointing back towards Jack's house. The cops didn't wait.
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  Speaker 1: They sped toward the house with me in tow When
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  Speaker 1: we arrived, the house was deathly quiet. Inside we found
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  Speaker 1: Lisa cradling Jack's body, sobbing uncontrollably. Diane was gone, and
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  Speaker 1: there was no sign of the masked intruder. I took
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  Speaker 1: my statement and elaborated on the masked man who had
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  Speaker 1: given me this ride and the horrifying chase to the police. Next,
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  Speaker 1: I mentioned Lisa's weird reaction and Diane's disappearance in a flash.
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  Speaker 1: The cops assured me that they would investigate all these leads.
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  Speaker 1: Days pass and then, finally, with a dare to be potent.
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  Speaker 1: The investigation peels off the dark secrets of the Marlowe household.
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  Speaker 1: As Lisa and Dianne continued to facilitate the romantic affair
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  Speaker 1: between them, resentment toward Jack continued to grow. The killing
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  Speaker 1: attack was definitely premeditated. It didn't take long before Diane
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  Speaker 1: was discovered and, under pressure, confessed to her role the plot,
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  Speaker 1: implicating Lisa and revealing the identity of the masked killer,
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  Speaker 1: a hit man hired to get rid of Jack. The
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  Speaker 1: murder proved to be a gruesome, horrific crime. The trial
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  Speaker 1: that followed gripped Greenwood. It chilled to the bones to
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  Speaker 1: hear details about the Halloween murder. Lisa and the killer
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  Speaker 1: who she hired got a life sentence in prison. Diane
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  Speaker 1: had cooperated with the law and thus was given a
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  Speaker 1: lesser sentence, but would never outlive that fateful night. I
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  Speaker 1: fought against the pain, but gave it to justice. I
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  Speaker 1: promised myself to live with the memory of Jack, haunted
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  Speaker 1: by the events he witnessed, and having his life snatched
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  Speaker 1: away from him on an evening that could have been
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  Speaker 1: just another innocent night. It is the tale of a
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  Speaker 1: Halloween intruder, a legendary reminder of how familiar faces mask
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  Speaker 1: impenetrable darkness, and of the hairline thickness of a line
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  Speaker 1: separating love from infidelity. And every Halloween, as kids roam
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  Speaker 1: the streets in their costume, I go back to that
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  Speaker 1: night and my lost friend. Every Halloween, our street turned
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  Speaker 1: into a blur of costumes, laughter, and flashing porch lights.
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  Speaker 1: Kids ran from door to door, their candy bags growing
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  Speaker 1: heavier by the minute. I loved it, the excitement, the
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  Speaker 1: sugar rush, the feeling that we were part of something magical,
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  Speaker 1: if only for one night.
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  Speaker 2: But there was always one house at the end of
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  Speaker 2: the block that.
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  Speaker 1: No one went near, the old McFadden house even during
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  Speaker 1: the day.
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  Speaker 2: It gave off a creepy vibe.
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  Speaker 1: Its paint had long since peeled away, leaving rotten wood exposed.
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  Speaker 1: The front yard was overgrown, and no one had seen
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  Speaker 1: the McFaddens in years. Some said they'd moved away, Others
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  Speaker 1: claimed they were still inside, hiding the kids had a
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  Speaker 1: different theory that the house swallowed the children whole. My
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  Speaker 1: friends and I made a game out of telling stories
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  Speaker 1: about the place. Each Halloween, we dared each other to
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  Speaker 1: not on that door. No one ever did, of course,
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  Speaker 1: until that year. I was twelve, full of bravado and
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  Speaker 1: hopped up on too much candy. My best friend Darren
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  Speaker 1: double dared me, and, in a moment of adrenaline fuelled stupidity,
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  Speaker 1: I took the challenge.
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  Speaker 2: I'm gonna do it.
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  Speaker 1: They laughed, but I could see a flicker of something
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  Speaker 1: else in their eyes, fear, maybe adoration. Either way, I
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  Speaker 1: couldn't back down. As I walked toward the McFadden house,
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  Speaker 1: the sounds of the neighborhood seemed to fade. The laughter
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  Speaker 1: and music from the other homes became muffled, like I
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  Speaker 1: was slipping out of reality and into something darker. The
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  Speaker 1: door looked worse up close, splintered and warped, as if
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  Speaker 1: something had tried to claw its way out. I reached
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  Speaker 1: for the rusted doorknob, and to my surprise, it turned easily.
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  Speaker 1: The door creaked open, revealing a long, narrow hallway bathed
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  Speaker 1: in dim yellow light. I hesitated The air inside was thick,
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  Speaker 1: stale dust. Motes floated in the weak light, like the
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  Speaker 1: house hadn't been disturbed in years. But I'd already come
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  Speaker 1: this far. I stepped inside. It didn't look like the
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  Speaker 1: house of some crazy old couple. In fact, it looked
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  Speaker 1: like someone had been expecting me. There were Halloween decorations,
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  Speaker 1: cheap plastic spiders and fake webs hanging from the ceiling.
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  Speaker 1: A row of jackal lanterns lined the hallway, their carved
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  Speaker 1: faces twisted into sinister grins. But what struck me most
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  Speaker 1: were the photographs they lined the walls, old black and
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  Speaker 1: white pictures of kids in Halloween costumes. Some of them
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  Speaker 1: looked happy, too happy. Others there was something wrong with
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  Speaker 1: their eyes, hollow, almost vacant. I moved closer, squinting at
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  Speaker 1: the nearest photo. The boy was about my age, grinning
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  Speaker 1: from ear to ear, but his eyes were dead, and
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  Speaker 1: to my horror, I recognized him.
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  Speaker 2: No way.
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  Speaker 1: It was Tommy Hartwell, the kid who disappeared last Halloween.
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  Speaker 1: We'd all heard the stories, but everyone figured he'd just
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  Speaker 1: been kidnapped. I stared at the picture and not forming
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  Speaker 1: in my stomach. That couldn't be right. Tommy was gone,
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  Speaker 1: but how could he be here smiling in a photo
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  Speaker 1: that looked decades old.
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  Speaker 2: I heard it then, the sound of soft laughter.
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  Speaker 1: It echoed from somewhere deeper inside the house, the kind
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  Speaker 1: of giggle that made the hairs on the back of
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  Speaker 1: my neck stand up. I took a step back, but
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  Speaker 1: the door behind me slam shut with a bang that
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  Speaker 1: shook the walls. My heart pounded. I was trapped. I
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  Speaker 1: backed away from the door, and as I did, a
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  Speaker 1: cold breeze swept through the hallway, flickering the jackal lantern's candles.
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  Speaker 1: The shadows stretched, growing long and distorted, and from the
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  Speaker 1: corner of my eye I saw something move.
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  Speaker 2: Who's there?
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  Speaker 1: There was no response, just more of that eerie, distant laughter.
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  Speaker 1: Then out of the darkness a figure emerged. It was Tommy,
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  Speaker 1: his clothes torn and dirty, his face twisted. But it
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  Speaker 1: wasn't the Tommy I remembered. His skin was pale, almost gray,
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  Speaker 1: and his eyes they were empty, empty black pits, staring
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  Speaker 1: right through me.
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  Speaker 2: Tom He didn't respond.
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  Speaker 1: Instead, he raised a hand and pointed at the far
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  Speaker 1: end of the hallway. His voice came out as a rasp, heavy.
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  Speaker 1: You have to help us, I was frozen us. I
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  Speaker 1: looked around, and suddenly the faces in the photos seemed
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  Speaker 1: to be watching me. The hollow eyes followed my every move.
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  Speaker 1: Tommy stepped closer.
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  Speaker 2: If you don't.
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  Speaker 1: Help, you'll become us like you. Tommy nodded, his face
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  Speaker 1: contorted with pain. The walls around me seemed to close in.
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  Speaker 2: What do I have to do? He pointed at the
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  Speaker 2: door at the end of the hallway.
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  Speaker 1: It looked just like the one I'd come through, but
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  Speaker 1: this one had something carved into it my name.
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  Speaker 2: No, I didn't want to go in.
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  Speaker 1: Every instinct screamed at me to turn back, to find
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  Speaker 1: another way out, but the look in Tommy's eyes, those dark, empty.
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  Speaker 2: Eyes, told me there was no choice.
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  Speaker 1: I reached for the doorknob, my hand shaking as I
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  Speaker 1: turned it. The door creaked open, revealing a narrow, dark staircase.
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  Speaker 2: I stepped through, and the house seemed to sigh.
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  Speaker 1: The light behind me disappeared, swallowed by the darkness. I
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  Speaker 1: kept walking and walking, and then I was back outside.
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  Speaker 1: The house was silent, its windows dark and lifeless. I
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  Speaker 1: ran back to my home and told my parents everything.
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  Speaker 1: I was shivering, but they just thought I was spooked.
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  Speaker 1: By Halloween. But the next morning the street woke to sirens.
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  Speaker 1: The McFadden house was ablaze, engulfed in fires reaching five
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  Speaker 1: stories high. That is when I saw the look in
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  Speaker 1: my parents's eyes, unable to believe, but.
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  Speaker 2: No in their heart, that I spoke the truth.
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  Speaker 1: The kids who had disappeared over the years, they were
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  Speaker 1: never found, and to this day, every Halloween, I wonder
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  Speaker 1: what would have happened if I hadn't opened that door.