Knock, Knock
I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. It was Halloween night, and I decided to dress as Indiana Jones to spark a newfound chapter in my life of overcoming my youth and naivety after reaching high school. I walked over a few streets and met up with my friends Toph and Joseph, who were dressed as a ghoul and a doctor, respectively. Our goal was to knock on every door in each of our neighborhoods which we figured out to be roughly 300 doors if we excluded the more dangerous areas that our parents said were off-limits. Our neighborhoods were hardcore when it came to the holidays; one of my neighbors would turn their whole house into a spider web and had three life-size spiders that were animated and crawling up and down their web with glowing red eyes. That house gave me the chills, but I was trying to act older now that I was heading to high school and decided to head there first. When we showed up at the house, we noticed something new; they turned their shed into a spooky house with a sign labeled "enter if you dare." Long story short of our nervous jitters, we dared.
