“Don’t worry. This won’t hurt a bit. It’ll all be over in a minute” That’s the last thing I heard before the knife went thru my chest. Before my life was ended by those evil men. Where my story ends, but yours just begins. My story starts earlier that Halloween night. I was trick or treating with my family when I saw my friend Morgan. Morgan called me over and led me into the part of the neighborhood that no one ever goes into. The part with the old abandoned house that not one foot has stepped into for the past fifty years for fear of being killed by ghosts. When she led me into the house I could just sense that someone was watching me in the shadows. Paranoia set in. Every few seconds I was looking around, waiting on someone to jump out