“You can’t trust me because I can’t trust you!” I yell into the phone as I hang-up, and toss it onto the bed. I walk out of my room into the spooky living room, decorated with fake spiders, orange and purple lights, and all the ghosts hanging from the walls. I open my front door and slam it shut.

“Why can’t everyone just get along one night?” I mumble to myself as I reach for my keys to my brand new ZL1 Camaro. Crunching. I whip my head around to see what it was, but nothing. I didn’t think much of it as I turned back to my car door and opened it. Crunching, I stop dead, and I slowly turn my head back to see. It’s a golden lab, running its nose into the fence, trying to get to some of that sugary candy just lying on each porch for Halloween night.

“It’s all in your head, just get in the car,” I say out loud to myself. I hop in the car and put the key in to start it, click, click, click. “Nothing? This car is brand new. The key will turn, but I got nothing – no jump, no light, no engine, no nothing. I take the key out, step out of the car. “I just want to get to this stupid party,” I mumble as I reach under the wheel to pop the hood. I get to the front of the car, grab the latch, and slowly lift the heavy hood. “What could be the problem, I just……” As I uncovered the hood, wires cut everywhere; not one of them was connected to anything. “What the?” I feel a tap on my shoulder, quickly I grab my shoulder, and whip my head. Nothing. Crunching again and again, I whip my head all around. Nothing but darkness around me. As I look back into the engine bay. Sparks come up from the wires. I jump back, my feet get caught up, and I trip over the stupid candy bucket we insisted on putting out for Halloween. I hit my head.

Darkness, my eyes slowly open. “Wake up, I need your help.” “Huh, what’s that?” I look around, lying in a close to black room, a stream of light pours through the blinds. I whip my head around and find my clock dimly lit on the corner of my desk, “7:00 AM.” “Ugh, it was just a bad dream,” I say to myself as my roommate, who just woke me from an unusual nightmare, turns around to walk out of my room. “What do you need help with”? I say before he steps out, he shouts as he leaves my room. “The car won’t start. We got to get to the party,” I lay back down.