My name is Allen Anderson, and I am 8 years old.
I am just another white kid from the high park suburban community. I like dinosaurs. Playstation, Xbox game system. I love eating pizza every day. My favorite band is Linkin Park. I hate girls. They are disgusting. I never want a girlfriend ever in life. I hate school. I enjoy playing pranks on my buddies and neighbors. My mom calls me a smart ass. But enough about my white ass. Let's just get on with the story I experienced.
On one foggy night. I saw him outside of my grandma's house holding his big sharp kitchen knife, breaking the glass window chasing me all around the house. My grandma spotted him and got a bat and started hitting his ass with it nonstop around the house until she finally got him. He descended out of the window and died. When we were relieved that he was gone, I went into my basement. I saw that my dad’s TV was on. The movie Halloween was playing, but the movie was ending, showing the cast and crews' names and playing the Halloween soundtracks. That dream always creeped me out. That's when I realized it was all a fucking dream I had. The man was Michael Myers's ugly ass. I remember I told my grandma about the dream I had. She blurted out, “hell, my ass can’t even hardly walk or get up out of the bed, so how in the hell I’m gonna chase somebody with a got damn bat.” I laughed at the ridiculous remark my grandma made. Grandmothers huh. You can't leave with them, and you can't leave without them.
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