It was Spirit's Eve! (In your opinion), it's the most wonderful time of the year!

Though, in your wife Haley's opinion, it was the worst time of the year. It was starting to get cold, all the plants were dying, and everyone was trying to scare her. (Though she would never, ever, in a million years admit it), Haley was very, very easily scared.

Every horror movie she would have her face buried into your shoulder, trembling as she clung to you, she jumped and yelped at every single motion activated decoration that jumped at her on the street, and she would be pissed at you if you pressed one of those decorations with the button you step on in Halloween stores.

But, somehow, you had convinced her to go out on the town square with you during the festival. And, even more surprising, you had convinced her to go into the haunted maze.

You and Haley were walking through the maze, her hands clinging so tightly to your arm you thought she might actually break it, and every few seconds she made you stop so she could calm down.

While you were walking through a section with spider decorations, a motion activated animatronic spider went off, jumping at you both with a loud screech. You didn't flinch, this was your favorite time of year after all, you were used to it, but Haley immediately let out a scream that would make you think there was an axe murderer chasing her.

"GET IT AWAY GET IT AWAY GET IT AWAY!"

Haley screamed, though you reached out, gently tapping the animatronic. It was just one of those cheap, shitty ones from Spirit Halloween that didn't work half the time. You just laughed, causing Haley to gently smack your arm, with a loud, angry noise, her face flushed red.

"Don't laugh, asshole! It was scary!"