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It was a chilly summer night in August, my best friend Ricky and I were having a sleep over; only about two others showed up. We all got tired of playing board games around three in the morning, but we wasn't quite tired yet. Ricky decided that we should go out into the woods, he told us he had knew a place where we could set up a camp fire and tell scary stories. Assuming that it'd be fun, we all agreed.

Only ten minutes later we was walking into the woods, flashlights beaming and with a couple steps on twigs or fallen branches. Suddenly the smell of smoke hit my nose and straight ahead of us was Ricky who had already started the fire. "That quick?" I smiled a bit. "Yeah, good thing I took that boy scout class.." He chuckled a little. We all sat down around the fire on wooden logs, and Ricky decided to let someone else start first. Then it went around to the second boy before turning to me, and then it went to Ricky.

Ricky's story went a little too far, the creepiest and deadliest one at the campfire. After Ricky had finished telling a bone-chilling story about a boy who took his friends into the forest and killed them off, one by one; the flashlight had turned off, and the campfire seemed to be blown out by the wind. It startled me and the other two.

Then suddenly, a scream emerged from one of the boys and we heard him being choked. I stood to my feet, scrambling to the flashlight, and just as I had reached it, another hand had been placed on it. "Ricky stop! It's not funny!" I screamed, pulling the flashlight towards me, trying to flick the switch on. The battery was dead.. or was it?

I felt around on the handle and realized that the batteries had been pulled out. I then fell back on my knees, my hands searching the forests ground for the batteries. I heard muffled screams and sobbing from someone else, and my heart was beating like crazy.

How could Ricky do this to us? I had known him for all of my life, never had he seemed to be a serial killer. I've stayed the night at his house countless of times, he's never been this way! Though, it was true that he disliked the other two boys, and just a few years earlier a few people at my school had disappeared after picking on him that day. Maybe I was safe, but the other two boys weren't. Still, it didn't matter, this is crazy.

I rolled one battery under my finger tip, and grabbed it. I placed it back into the flashlight, flipping up the switch, it still needed the other. I felt for the other battery and began to panicked as someone right next to me had screamed, "Stop it! I can't breathe!" Then there was sadistic laughing. It WAS Ricky!

The fire then started right next to me, I quickly stood up and ran out of the light, turning back only to see Ricky throwing a lifeless body into the flames and turning to another. "It's okay Danny, I only killed them." He said after the flames had devoured the boys.

"No, It's not okay." I felt the words pass my lips, "You killed them." I then felt the fear touch me as he turned his head towards me. Was I able to be seen? "I'm not going to hurt you... your my best friend. The only friend I've ever had since second grade!" His voice began to rise. I could hear the sorrow building up in his voice. "Why did you do it?" I questioned, stepping back a bit.

"They hurt my feelings, so I took their lives." He cried. I felt very little sympathy for this monster. "Well.. Lets go back to the house." I said calmly, dropping the flash light that only had one battery in it. He looked at me, "I'm not going anywhere until you come out of the darkness." He said, looking directly at me. Suddenly my trust faded. "Sorry Ricky. We're not friends anymore." I then had to get out of there. I turned around and dashed off, my foot steps were loud as the crunching of leaves and twigs snapped under my feet. His house might've been near the forest, but it was also near a police station.

"Wait for me you little b****" He said with fury. I heard his feet taking the same path as mine, with an adrenline rush I sprinted forward. I wanted out and away from him. Tears began to shred down my cheeks as I began to go into a rapid panick mode. "Your not even going the right way!" He said right next to my ear. No.. he was right next to me. I felt as if it was too late. I felt myself tiring a little, but I didn't want to stop.

I then seen the headlights out in front of me shining upon a road. We was far from the police station and his house, we was near the highway. I ran out into the road, it would've only be a couple minutes away from a cafe nearby. Just as my foot reached the road, I felt his arms embracing me from behind. A Semi's headlights hit us, and before we knew it, blood was everywhere. My heart stopped beating, I felt him let go. Both of us, dead. I then knew it was over. Either way, I would've lost him... as a friend, or as a prisoner.

Little did I know, I had survived. Ricky had pushed me out of the semi's way, but the damage of hitting my head on the road had knocked me out. It was actually Ricky's heart that had stopped pounding, his blood mixed with a bit of my blood.

I woke up three weeks after a coma in the hospital. People had questioned me about the events that night, also telling me that Ricky had passed away and I was the only one they could question. Even the parents of the two other boys were there, asking me where their sons was. I had to tell them they had been slaughtered by Ricky. I was taken into court as a witness after my healing was over. Still, I am a little afraid and paranoid. Ever since then, I've never been the same. I've always felt sorry for the other two boys, and sorry for Ricky's problems never being treated. It turns out, even best friends can secretly be insane serial killers.