Halloween Horros

     I hate Halloween. This specific holiday is probably my second least favorite, after Valentines Day of course for obvious reasons. Sometimes I think that people purposely try to scare me because they know I will freak out. Every single Halloween has been somewhat disappointing or extremely frightful. I have tons of Halloween horror stories but just one that really takes the cake.
     I remember this occasion like it was yesterday. I was in the eighth grade and we had no plans for night activities. I figured we would go trick-or-treating or steal candy from little kids. Instead the group decides to watch scary movies at Rubys house. I despise scary movies, they actually make me physically sick, and I start shaking. But, I refused to go spend Halloween alone at home with my parents. I didn’t want to feel like a loser.
     We arrive at Rubys and just hang out in her kitchen eating candy and drinking pop and choosing movies. I obviously would much rather watch a happy movie than a scary movie, so I suggest a movie and they shut me down saying, “It’s Halloween! We have to watch a scary movie!” After they yelled at me I stopped talking, it was clear that my opinion did not matter in this situation.

     Eventually they agree on one of the Saw movies. I was TERRIFIED! For some reason I see these serial killer movies and then just automatically assume that it is going to happen to me. I was actually sitting in her living room facing the opposite wall of the television playing games on my cell phone. I can still hear the screams and picture the scenes of people being brutally tortured in my mind.

     Rubys sister, Rachel, decided to play a cruel joke on us. She just so happened to have a Saw mask, so she put it on and slammed on the window. I’m pretty sure we all screamed. It was not a funny joke.

     Awhile later, Lindi, Kristyn, and I leave to go to one of their older friends houses. As we are walking along I kept looking behind me, terrified that some crazy guy on a tricycle was going to abduct me and make me play a horrible game until I die. They then get the bright idea to go to the scary house in town for some candy. These people go all out. I mean there are dummies hanging in the trees, fog machines, weird noises, and screams of innocent children along with people who look like dummies, but are actually real. I decide to stay behind because after hearing parts of Saw I was too scared. I wait by the house owner’s car on the sidewalk and Lindi and Kristyn walk up and we start talking. All of the sudden a chain saw starts. I turn around and there is a guy with a mask and a chainsaw directly behind me.

      We all scream bloody murder and book it to our next destination. About a block later we start walking, we are laughing thinking “Wow that was scary.” Next thing we know the chainsaw starts again and the guy starts chasing us! We scream AGAIN and run all the way to the house we were going to.

       Once we arrived at their friend’s house we told them the story. They laughed at us. It is pretty safe to say that was the worst Halloween of my life. Now every time someone wants to watch a scary movie I go into another room, even if it is in my own house. Sometimes it can be pretty awkward. Halloweens like this are the exact reason why I hate this holiday.