I was having the best 10th birthday party ever. Were were eating dinner when one of my friends suggested we finish up our dinner quickly so that we could play hide and seek. We all shoveled as much food as we could into our mouths. We all ran out into the street and decided on rules. You can’t go indoors, you can’t go on other people’s properties, and you can’t go out of the neighborhood. We played a good 4 rounds until an boy came out of his house, as we were deciding the seeker. “Hello, there. I’m Johnathan. Can I play?” The boy says.

“Of course!” My friend responds, a little too quickly.

“I’ll seek.” He says flatly. We all agre and disperse to find hiding places. He counts to 20, then comes to find us. I hear a scream, and someone yelllng help. This was a strategy us girls used to help the seeker when we got found to make the other hiders come out. “Very authentic,” I thought. Then, I hear a door slam. Then another scream. This time, it was someone else. Then another door slam. Then, one last scream. Now, I was starting to get worried. Another door slams. I get up to see where everyone went. That was everybody who came to the party, so I must have won. “Okay, I won. Where is everyone?” All of the sudden, Johnathan grabs my arm and pulls me toward a van. I scream. He slides open the van door and pushes me in there. Inside is a man with a knife, in front of my friends, shushing everyone who tries to scream, and threatens them with the knife. None of us ever went to a party again. Or had a party. Or any birthday at all.