It’s that time of year, folks. The time where kids drag their parents to Party City, where they spend around $100 for something their child will only wear once, then let it rot in their closet for the rest of eternity.
The most wonderful time of the year.
Why am I telling you this? It’s because I recently got my Halloween costume, and it was the WORST EXPERIENCE EVER. And you get to hear about it. Lucky you.
My mom, my sister, and I went to get flu shots( 🙁 ), but we didn’t, because turns out, you have to schedule an appointment. After we scheduled our appointments, we decided to go get my Halloween costume. Everything at Walmart was cheap…
And lame. No offense, Walmart. My mom tried to convince me to buy something cheap, but I didn’t want to. Why? Because I wish I were at least half demon(the wings, horns, tail part), preferably the ones that have wings on the sides of their heads, and the one day I get to BE one, I plan to do a good job of it. We did find a cute demon costume, but turns out, SOMEBODY took the dress out of the package and left the package there(you know who you are😡). So then we moved to a place which I plan to never go back to:
Scary Jim’s Halloween.
My sister decided to stay outside, because the place looked pretty creepy. I don’t blame her now.
They had Huggy Wuggy jumpsuits, from what I could see outside. So my mom and I went in. There was a coffin with a fake body inside. That didn’t scare me. We kept searching for stuff. I did see these really cool bracelets with demon wings on them, but didn’t pick them up(I wish I did). We kept walking and there was a point where I was behind my mom, so I cut under some masks to get to her. But then I looked up, and staring down at me, was a FRIGGING JEFF-THE-KILLER-LIKE MASK. I got scared at that point, because I was NOT expecting that. I ran over to my mom and kept walking. She could see I was scared and laughed. I guess it’s funny(if it didn’t happen to you). Then we entered the pirates section(I’m not kidding, they have a whole section dedicated to pirates), and turned right. There was this display of stuff holding weapons, and it really, REALLY scared me, because again, I wasn’t expecting it. I turned around and got out of there without even grabbing the cool bracelets(I regret that), got in the car, and demanded we get moving. So we drove to Party City.
This is where it was a bit better. My mom asked me if I wanted to go near the creepy clown that you see when you walk into the store and look right. I said no, and she laughed. Here, we assembled a demon costume, which contained fingerless gloves(shut up, they’re cool). But then we picked out a trident. My sister poked me in the butt with a small one, and it HURT. I poked her with a big one, and it didn’t hurt. So I took the small one to threaten people(it looks cute too). Then while my sister went to go find herself a Halloween costume, we just walked around. Then a creepy doll said some scary crap(I forgot)and I was like:
“NO NO NO. NO NO NO. NOPE. NOPE. NOPETY NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.”
So we left with my demon costume(my sister didn’t find anything), my mom laughing, and I ate a whole bag of cheese fries.
THE END
I never want to do that again.