It happened when I was just 16 years old; I was walking home from my dance recital. By the way my name is Myra Jackson. It had been raining earlier and it looked as if it were going to start again. It was only 6pm and the sky looked as though it was 9pm. My house was still at least another good 2 miles away and that night was not the best night to be out by yourself. It was October 30th, Devils night.

Devils night had always given me the creeps, probably because from where I was from every year on this night something always went wrong. Especially for me. I lived in Detroit, and in the worst part. Every year there were either fires or drive by shooting, very rarely did anyone die but it had happened. I was always afraid that some one would set our house on fire or something, either way it terrified me cause of those things. Youd think id be used to it after living here for 13 years but who could get used to that.

As I got about 3 blocks from my street it started down pouring again. "Great, just Great." I said to myself as I started to run home. I tripped over something and almost freaked out. I looked up and saw no one, just a rock. I sighed as I got up again and started to walk again.

I had almost reached my house when I saw it; I saw the car coming. I didnt know whos it was but I also didnt want to take the risk of it being a gangster car or something; I ran. I ran as fast as I could before it got anywhere near where I was. I opened my door and jumped in and heard the shootings, I had at least made it inside before they started. And I started praying that they werent aiming for my house.

"Myra, you know better then to walk home in the dark on devils night, why didnt you call, I was worried sick." My mother, Julie said.

"Im fine, OK. Im old enough to take care of myself, besides I wasnt alone, I walked home with Katie and Jenn." I lied so she wouldnt jump down my throat.

"I don't care, you know how dangerous that still is, who knows what could have happened. 3 girls against who knows how many guys, sweetie its just dangerous." she said. She still found a way to yell at me and worry. Although I wished that she had just left it alone.

"Im sorry I wont do it again." I said as I walked up to my room and lay on the bed. After a while of laying and trying to stay up, I fell asleep.

I didnt know how long I slept but I do know this, for some strange reason I smelled smoke. Instincts told me to wake up, but I never did.