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All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any children referred to in this are purely for story plot. Thanks, Dean.
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Here we go again. It is the 30th of October and my mom is getting costumes ready for Halloween. I don't mind it so much except for the fact that I am a 19 years old, male, and the thought to having to take my little sister and brother trick or treating and through the haunted house just grates on my nerves. Mom remarried after my father's death and started a second family of sorts. I love the kids to death but going out with them in costume is almost more than I can bear. The only saving grace is that in costume no one can see who I am.
We spent an hour chasing after candy and of course in order to keep the little twerps at bay I had to give what candy I got to them. You would think if I had to endure this I could at least keep the candy. I was ready to do something else when mom chimed in, "It's time to go to the haunted house." This was met by a chorus of cheers from the twerps and a groan from me. Mom gave me a dirty look and I yelled, "Oh yippee we are going to the haunted house." As I jumped up and down acting like a 9 year old. Again I got a look from my mother.
Maybe I would get lucky and lose them in the thing since its pitch black. I could be so lucky. Mom drove us over to the haunted house, which was held in an old school. Three floors and a basement of people yelling at you trying to get you to pee your pants and then this would be over and I could go home.
We paid at the door and started to go in with another group of people who arrived when we got there. Mom thankfully took each of the kids' hands and kept them with her. We got in and the kids screamed and yelled and mom told them it would be okay countless times and we had only started the first floor.
We got to the second floor and it started to get much more realistic. They told us it was scarier as you went and you could take the stairs at each end if you wanted to go back down and exit. Mom started to head that way and both kids screamed they wanted more. She turned and started up to the next level and of course I groaned again.
We were just getting started on the second level when someone grabbed my hand and I knew it was not my mother. All I heard was "Rob lets duck in here." I was pulled behind a curtain and into another room that was just as dark as the one we had left. I could not see who I was with and I knew my name was definitely not "Rob," but I kept my mouth shut and just held her hand.
We had just started to leave the area through the curtains when I heard someone say, "Tiffany where did you go?"