I don’t really get scared at Halloween, not with costumes and stuff, more fun than scary. I need real to be scared.

But then there he was…I was coming out of Arby’s parking lot w/ my brown bag lunch or .99 heart attack as some would call it. I pulled out onto the main road and sitting in his car was a guy whose face is now etched in my head. He looked at me with hatred, pure (no I didn’t cut him off if you were wondering) What was scarier was that he had a red dot on his forehead. Which all the more made him scary, and it wasn’t like one of those times where you ask yourself is he looking at me, he was definitely looking at me!!! The only was to describe it was that he had a sinister look….chills….

P.S.

He was very ugly too! (one might consider that scary)