It's the 31st of October. My real self should be having fun with my friends at Disneyland (Not sponsored) at this moment.

My soul, however, was standing in front of a sedan with a bloody plastic hand sticking outside the trunk.

"Well, this is Los Angeles, Jack," Michelle said.

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I've already tried to call 911 after seeing a bloody car (Fake blood), a skeleton (purchased online), and a bat (also from Amazon). Thankfully, Michelle and Buck appeared and rescued me from the embarrassment.

To be honest, I've never seen anything like this. My memories about Halloween are those marshmallows with jam fillings, amateur haunted houses, and people dressing up as different characters.

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12:30

STATION 118, LOS ANGELES

"Good morning everyone. As you all know it's Halloween today. Fake bodies, arms, everywhere. But like last year, a woman had an actual living person stuck inside her car. Buck managed to stop the women at the end. So be aware of any decorations that look a bit too realistic." Cap said.

"Citizens will be visiting us during the night, as a part of the LAFD's Public Relations Scheme. This will be covered by people that are not on duty today. Oh, also, Jackie and Buck had bought candies for everyone."

"We hope that everyone likes it. Here, take one." I said.

"They are pumpkin-shaped marshmallows. Perfect for Halloween." Buck said.

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- 911 what's your emergency?

- There is a car with someone's head stuck inside the windshield!

- Sir, are you sure it's a real person, erm, considering it's Halloween today?

- I... I... think I saw it moved! *It moved, right honey? -Yes! Yes! Oh my gosh!*

- Ok. What is your address? I'm sending an officer to check it out.

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"So why the marshmallow?" Michelle asked.

"Nothing special. I just like giving out candies to people, and leaving some for Trick or treat." I said.

"Mhm. I see."

"Guys! Hold onto something!" Hen shouted.

Before we could ask what happened, the rescue stoped.

Then I saw the police stopping the car right behind us?

Hold on. What the fuck?

"Dispatch said that was the car that they are looking for. It escaped when an officer on patrol stopped it." Hen explained.

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A FEW MOMENTS LATER

The driver is fine, but the "passenger" (the guy stuck inside the windshield) isn't.

"Trauma case. The patient experienced a Traffic accident that happened last night. Injuries on the head, arms, and ribs. The patient is 35, male, unconscious, vital signs stable." Michelle reported.

Athena told us that the driver was drink driving last night, and crashed into the "passenger" on his way home. The driver returned home as usual and drives his car out like nothing happened.

Someone called 9-1-1 after seeing the passenger moving, and an officer on patrol stopped the driver for a checkup, then he slammed on the pedal and escaped. And we intercepted the driver when we are going back to the station from the hospital.

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- 911 what's your emergency?

- We are calling from a Haunted house near Santa Monica Pier. Someone was injured inside the house after a flock of bats flew inside the house. the crew is still figuring out what happened.

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18:30

SANTA MONICA PIER

We received a report that someone was injured when they are trying out a Haunted House.

A crew member lead us into the haunted house. Hen grabbed a flashlight from the rescue while I and Michelle were pushing the stretcher with the equipment on it.

Maybe it's because we walked way too slow, and the passage is quite narrow, we were walking much slower than Hen. Which is also why we are lost.

I and Michelle have been looking for the crew members to lead us out of the confusion, but it made the confusion even more confusing.

"Wait. Are we lost? I think we've been here the second time..." I said.

"I have no idea..." Michelle said.

"The firefighters are here....."

"Am I hearing things?" I asked.

Then, I felt that someone tapping on my shoulder.

Michelle and I looked at our back, and we saw a person with blood all over his head.

"Help me..."

"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

"Jack!? Michelle!? What happened?" That was Hen from the walkie.

"*pants* The patient... we found the patient," Michelle said.

That was so unprofessional, and embarrassing.

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23:15

"Rescue 128, respond to Venice Beach Bar. Injuries after a fight."

Bar fights are common, especially during festivals, according to Hen.

23:30

VENICE BEACH BAR

"Here. It's relationship-related. 2 couples argued and turned into a fight. We managed to separate them. One seems to be very drunk." The owner of the bar said.

"Thanks. We will take care of the rest." Hen said.

The owner led us to where the argument happened.

They don't have any serious injuries, except for the very drunk guy and the bartender who got cut by a glass bottle.

"Sir? What's your name?" I asked the bartender.

"Adrian." The bartender replied.

"Adrian? My name is Jackie. I will perform a check. Do you feel pain in other parts of your body apart from your wound on your head?"

"No."

"Sir? I'M ASKING YOU TO COOPERATE. Or else I can't treat your wound." Michelle said. Seems that the drunk guy is hard to deal with.

"He's a bit aggressive. Mike's like this every time he drives too much." Adrian said.

"Thanks for the info. Alright. Call me if you need anything. " I said.

"STOP! NO! HELP!" Holy shit that was Michelle.

"You alright?" I asked.

"I can't pin him down... *Pants*," Michelle said.

*Glass shatter sounds*

"Michelle? Stand behind me." I said.

"What?" Michelle asked.

"Go. Quick"

People started to gather up, with weapons...

"Don't worry," I said.

*Jackie pants*

"Your arm... is bleeding," Michelle said.

"Can deal with it later."

Must've cut myself when I tried to pin down the drunk guy.

*Police car siren sounds*

Annnnnd... people left the bar as police started to pour in.

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"Hold this," Michelle said. She sounds pissed off.

"Ah...Ouch...." I said.

"Hold still for fucks sake."

"Thank god you called the cops Hen..." I said.

Hen was outside of the bar as she takes care of the rescue and those slightly injured staff who were trying to stop the fight. Then she heard Michelle scream and called dispatch.

She's the real MVP for the night. If she didn't call the cops, we are dead meat.

"It's alright, I heard sounds that looks like a fight outside, and I called for support. Let's go. I will have someone check on you guys when we arrive at the hospital."

ON THE RESCUE

"What a strange and creepy Halloween..." I said. Michelle then started thinking.

"Oh yes, speaking of strange...."

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YESTERDAY

Someone was splashing Jacky and Michelle with a bucket of liquid.

"WATCH OUT!"

*Jacky opens an umbrella*

*Splashhhh*

"Thanks, but where did you get the umbrella from?" Michelle asked.

"On the rescue. Someone must have left it here..." said Jacky.

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"Maybe it's because of the umbrella...the owner died shortly after arrival to the hospital..." Michelle said.

"That's chilling..." I said.

"Anyway thanks for saving me out there at the bar. And your arm..."

"It's just a cut. A shallow cut. Way better than having 2 occupied stretchers"

"If my boyfriend isn't picking me up at the end of the shift, I would've bought you a meal."

"Well... You will have a chance to buy me a meal."

"Mhm. Sure."

*insert crow sound here*

*Chim: Are you a good omen or a bad one?*