However, that is where it ends.
My first experience of Halloween as a child that I remember, is going to an event in the middle of nowhere, meant for children, I was about 5. I was dressed up as a little witch, bin-bag and all. My little bob cut and a broom.
Then it came to spooky stories by the fire, I was listening intently, partly due to my hearing problems, I couldn’t hear a fucking word. Then some devil incarnate, jumped out on me from behind, it was lucky I was potty trained, as otherwise that would have been messy, instead I screamed and cried until my Mum took me home, said devil was mortified, and tried everything…
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