This Friend Is A Total Scream

(It is Halloween and I am 19 years old. My friends and their kids are going trick or treating in our neighborhood. I am a huge scaredy-cat; I scare easily, and I have a strong survival instinct.)

Best Friend: “Look at that house; I wonder why the garage door is halfway open?”

Other Friend: “It’s probably just so they can have easy access going back into the house.”

Me: “I don’t care what it is. I’m not going near it. I think someone is gonna jump out at me.”

Other Friend: “Stop being such a punk! Look at all those kids walking up with no problem. Just go get your free candy!”

(I reluctantly walk up to the man giving candy. I start walking really slow behind the children staring at the garage door making sure no one comes out. I end up getting close enough that I don’t think anything is going to happen.)

Best Friend: “Nobody is in there! Hurry up!”

(I start walking faster and I’m just two feet from the garage door, all of a sudden someone in a scream mask holding a knife in the air comes out of the garage screaming at the top of his lungs! I panic, turn around and run not realizing that in that moment I’m pushing and shoving little five and six year old kids out of the way. The next thing I know I’m down the block, when I look back all you see are kids getting off the floor and my best friend and her man helping them up, and all the kids screaming and crying in fear not knowing what just happened.)

Best Friend: “What the h***! You freakin’ chicken! How could you push little kids?! What’s wrong with you?!”

Me: “They shouldn’t have been in my way!”

(At this point all of the adults were laughing extremely hard, not seeming to care their kids were pushed, instead just focusing on how scared I was.)