Halloween

This year for Halloween, I fought the stereotypes and instead of going as a monster or a killer, I went as a demon hunter from my favorite show, Supernatural. When we got to the creepy house, my friend Dylan, who was dressed as my brother, Sam, dared me to go in and  look around. I walked up the creaky front steps and the front door slowly opened revealing although. no one was there. I stepped in and saw the glow from a television in the next room. Upon stepping into the room, I saw an old woman sitting in a rocking chair. She turned around and waved a finger at me with an angry face. I felt the plastic of my toy gun turn cold, almost as if it were changing into metal. The plastic knife in the hole in my jeans grew a sharp edge and sliced a thin line into my leg. 

As of right now, I am a demon hunter. I drive across the country in my '67 impala with my brother and kill demons.