Halloween

Dang it!


I got so excited about Christmas, I forgot about Halloween. Haha. Whatever. :P


I realized though, just a couple of seconds ago, that I hated Halloween. I am not a hater, No. Its just that, It doesn't feel right when people scare you to death on that day. I mean, c'mon, its supposed to be remembering the dead...right? Then why the hell are pranks being pulled off on people like me?


Ok, I am letting you in on a secret. Its about the real me--the real, soft me. Yeah, I have to admit that I really look tough on the outside and would seem to be that person who doesn't fear anything in this world but honestly, I am afraid of ghosts or anything paranormal and beyond. I just hate it. It gives me the creeps. 


Call me a wimp or a scaredy-cat or whatever that you want to call me but from where  I live, ghosts stories and paranormal activities are in abundance. Not a single day that something strange and creepy and eerie and everything else nasty happens; and if you were to be in my situation, what would you do?


Well, of course, if you'll ask me, I would definitely give you a straight answer and that is run away and hide under your sheets. Not to mention tuck your elbows and knees in as far as you can go and never breathe--the bogeyman might just be sitting right next to you. 


Damn, I hate talking about spooky stuff. I am ending this post right here.