Happy Halloween!

Should this be a Bitch Slap or a Duh Moment you decide?

So pictures this, Halloween week 1995 my friend Charlie and I went to see Halloween 6 and caught the late show at midnight. As you all know, the movie itself does not scare me but that fricken mask scares the crap out of me for some reason.

Anyway, we get out of the theater around 2am and Charlie said we had to get something from his house before he dropped me off. So, we is riding in his 92 prelude with the sunroof open cuz it was nice outside. So he double parks outside and says wait here, he has to get something from inside the house. So ya'll know I was a chicken shit cuz I just saw the movie and no one was out. The only thing you can hear are the leaves being blown by the wind. I saw that Charlie went to his room downstairs and turned on the lights but he turned off the light for awhile now and he was taking forever to come out. Ten min passed and I decided to go out and see what the hold up was, like a damn scary movie where the bitch gots to check the noise, how dumb!

I walked up the stairs and knocked bu no answer. I then knew I can get in through the back door as we always do. I went to the side and it was dark. I was sooo fricken scared walking through the side in the dark night and I am about to get to the end of the house when all of a sudden, a man with a Michael Myers mask pops out in front of me. Let me give you the full explanation on how I almost died.

When he popped in front of me, my eyes got watery, I froze and looked at his face and screamed like the biggest bitch in the world for a moment. I then turned and ran to the car crying. But he had a car that when you get out it locks. So the car is locked, I am still screaming/crying, the man is right behind me, and I am trying to get in the car so I jumped on the roof of the car and started to crawl through the moon roof head first crying. The man grabbed my feet and then he started to laugh. Charlie said what the hell are you doing? I look up and just about died. It was Charlie playing a Halloween scare and I am still dangling upside down from the roof of the car legs hanging out.

Needless to say I wanted to whoop his ass, but I didn't. I did not sleep for a week and honestly would never be alone with him again. Ya'll know that if I was in a scary movie I would be the dumb bitch that dies first or the dumb bitch that deserves to get killed for being so stupid!

So BSD or DUH Moment? You decide!