Hey, I'm here again... you remember me... don't you? Ha, yeah, you probably don't. So my creator said I could tell you my story... I guess that's good... It's sad and kind of ho- rrific at the same time but you, you of anyone reader I-
would hope you of anyone would understand. How this all started out? You want me to start from the VARY beginning don't you? Well, ok... but please I need you to understa- nd that I don't like Halloween. I hate the holiday because it scares me and this is why:
It was a very late night, my mother and father forced me to take my younger sisters out to trick or treat. As I mentioned before I hate Halloween. We got through some of the neighborhood when a man (I think) was dressed in a Grim Reaper costume. He told my sisters to come inside with him, they turned to me for an an-
HEY!!! I'M TALKIN' HERE!!! DON'T YOU DARE CLICK OF-
I'M TALKING HERE!!! *Long inhale and exhale*
Continuing... sorry for exploding like that... did I mention that? It's one of my ability's... but uh yeah as I was saying...
answer. Instantly I said no. I was too scared. The man insisted. I still denied him. My sisters insisted with him?!?! I was shattered at this!
Why would they-! Oh? please!? Do we have to? Fine, sorry I have to go. See you next time though.