Day+Break+1A

Halloween night You wait impatiently in the living room as you think how much candy you’re going to get. You’re so excited in your new witch costume as your doorbell rings. “Ding, Dong.” You make a beeline for your front door. You swing it open and it’s your best friend Matthew. Usually he has brown, bushy, curly hair and blue eyes, but he was dressed in a pirate outfit with his hair slicked back. “Arrgh, are ya ready to go little lassie.” He said in a fake pirate accent, “Ya know I have a name and yes we can go know.” You say, closing the door behind you. You and Matthew head over to your favorite trick or treating spot. Harper Avenue. When you got there, surprisingly it’s not crowded. You and Matthew smile at each other. He says “Arrgh! We got the booty fer ourselves! You roll your eyes and say “I swear if you say Arrgh one more time I don’t know what I would do to you!” “Ar-okay” says Matthew. You walk up to the first house. It was gigantic; the mansion’s tall structure had an erring, suspicious air about it. You’re not sure whether to erring or not. But you hear the door open and Matthew was already at the door he motions you to come. What do you do?

Go away?

Or stay?