The One In A Million

In the chilling embrace of Halloween night, Kay, a spirited young woman, finds herself drawn into a terrifying game of survival. What begins as a festive evening with her sister Tara and best friend Dawn, quickly spirals into a nightmarish ordeal when they encounter a silent, menacing clown. Trapped, hunted, and facing unspeakable horrors, Kay must dig deep to confront not only the monster, but also the horrifying truths lurking in the shadows. Will she escape the clutches of pure evil, or become another victim in its macabre game?

The One In A Million

In the chilling embrace of Halloween night, Kay, a spirited young woman, finds herself drawn into a terrifying game of survival. What begins as a festive evening with her sister Tara and best friend Dawn, quickly spirals into a nightmarish ordeal when they encounter a silent, menacing clown. Trapped, hunted, and facing unspeakable horrors, Kay must dig deep to confront not only the monster, but also the horrifying truths lurking in the shadows. Will she escape the clutches of pure evil, or become another victim in its macabre game?

The air in my room was thick with the scent of old fabric and desperation. Halloween night, and I was still wrestling with costume choices, a task that felt monumental. None of the elaborate outfits I’d hoarded from previous years seemed to fit, physically or metaphorically. My reflection stared back, a slim, athletic build that, I mused, was just agile enough to escape my dad’s playful wrestling.

A ping from my phone shattered the costume crisis. Dawn. A picture, then a flurry of texts about the party. "The party is in a few hours. Hurry up girl!" she chided. I rolled my eyes, tossing a 'sexy nurse' outfit onto the ever-growing pile on my bed.

"Tara!" I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the quiet house. My sister’s head poked through the door, her jet-black hair falling across her face. "I need help. Desperately."

She sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes as she pushed open the door, surveying the chaotic aftermath of my costume attempts. "Fine."

Together, we navigated the sartorial minefield. The nurse outfit was quickly dismissed, too revealing, too… not me. Finally, I slipped into the last one: a white, lacy bride costume, complete with combat boots. Tiffany from Chucky. Tara’s eyes lit up. "Wow. Definitely a fitter."

As she applied my makeup, giving me a wicked winged eyeliner and purple lips, a playful devil in disguise stared back from the mirror. Just as Tara declared I was ready, the doorbell rang. Dawn, impatient as ever.

"I'll recommend taking a jacket. It's fucking cold out," Tara warned. I grabbed my leather jacket, pulling it tight as we stepped into the biting Halloween air. "Get in, Bitches!" Dawn yelled from her car, her blonde hair whipping in the wind, a scarecrow hat perched precariously on her head. The night, I realized, had just begun.