Fall is a wonderful time of the year (besides being the dreaded sign that school has started). The air is crisp and cool, the leaves are deep reds, yellows, and purples, and the smell of pumpkins is everywhere. And where there are pumpkins there is also Halloween.
Halloween is coming up so fast, it's scary. I don't usually get way into dressing up for the holiday (my twin and I will wear some pretty clever costumes together, but nothing extreme), but I enjoy traditions like pumpkin carving and eating chile at my grandma's house and convincing people to give me candy because I'm a poor, starving college student. Yes, Halloween is a sweet time, but there is one part of it that I'm not too fond of, and that's being scared.
I know being scared is a main part of Halloween, and I love a good prank, but some things just freak me out. The only way you'll get me to go to a haunted house or corn maze is if I am guaranteed a guy to cling to. Even when I know the chainsaw guy won't chop me to pieces and the blood on the dismembered arm is fake, I still get scared. I am an extremely jumpy person and am prone to letting out little screams when really startled. I don't like screaming in public, and somehow the spirit of Halloween is determined to make me do so.
Hopefully this Halloween will be a hoot, but not a scream.
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