So this one time I went to a halloween party and I had this really cool ring wraithe outfit going on. Well, it seemed cool to me. It consisted of a large black trenchcoat, which was a little large for me and trailed on the ground, and a mask that had a sheer face that you could see out of, but not into.

The people who threw the party had setting up a little miniature "backyard of horrors" in their back yard. So I went out and looked around, it was fairly dark outside. Some people came up the path behind me and thought I was a statue or something and the little girl who was smarter, but hanging out with them poked me in the side, scaring the hell out of me.

Then I spent a couple of hours in the back yard pretending to be a stuffed teddy bear or something and occasionally scaring people as they came closer to inspect me. I scared this big group of girls and ran around after them waving my sword overhead. Still chuckling, I picked out a new spot in the back and set up by a frankenstein, thinking we stuffed statues should stick together. Then he put his hand on my shoulder.

I was such a fucking pussy. There was an actual haunted house inside of the house and the end was where you had to reach into this thing of spagetthi to retrieve the key to get out of the mansion. I wouldn't do it so this five year old girl had to. Then the strobes went off and the guy with spagehtti leaking out of his stomach jumped up and grabbed the little girl.

It should've been me! It should've been me!

Fuck, it's 8am.