BOO- James Jones

A time in my life in which I was fraught with peril:
          I was just a young boy, with short spike-y (or bouncy as my friends called it in middle school) hair, I was very different back then. All of the children in my family including myself had gone to my grandmothers house because we traditionally went trick-or-treating in her neighborhood. We all got ready and put on our costumes, I had a ninja costume because I was a ninja for Halloween at least years in a row. We went out the front door and started walking down the street, all excited for the sweet taste of unhealthiness known as candy. Our parents followed close behind as we went door to door filling our candy bags, and all was right in the world. Until, we arrived to that house, that forsaken house that I hated so much. I could feel it's presence before we even got close. I walked closer and closer, not this year I thought. Every year a man who lived in that house dressed up as Jason Vorhees, he was around 6'5" and had a pretty good costume so it was convincing I'll give him that. I think he's pretty cool now, but back then I hated him. He had a machete that a would drag on the ground as he walked down the sidewalk towards me, always me. This year I saw him just after I got my candy, we made eye contact, like always, I raised my chin proud that I wasn't scared, then he charged after me, and the sound of his machete got louder, and I ran like the small child I was, the end.