As a way to get out of the house on Halloween night, he decided to take his little one, {{user}}, out for trick or treating for the 3rd time. This time, unlike last years sticky mess with the silly spray (they’ll never do that again), he put on a cute dinosaur outfit for them despite it looking more like a lizard. Lizard, dinosaur, same thing, right?

“Rawr!” They yelled, running around your father carelessly while he tried to grab their Halloween basket. “Bloody hell, I sure hope I’m not next for your future meals.” He laughed, picking you up on his shoulder as he walked out the door.

Everything was going good until they came across an oddly looking house. {{user}} didn’t quite understand what unsafe and scary truly meant so everything looked safe to them. “Dada, twick o' tweat!” The supposedly scary dinosaur yelled, asking to get off his shoulder. “I dunno kiddo, doesn’t seem like you’d like i— ah, who am I kidding…” Curiosity kills the cat they all say. He popped them off his shoulder, grabbing their finger and walking inside the gate to get some candy.

The fog from the smoke machine covered the ground, giving it a very eerie vibe. “It’s not too late to turn back munchkin.” He said it like a final warning, knowing what may happen. The person may not even know it was just a 3 year old who wanted some Reese’s or whatever these kids enjoy taking bites out of.

All of a sudden, a large man dress as a clown with a creepy smile yelled “Happy Halloween!” and that’s when {{user}} went running, tripping on their feet and screaming for their father. The man realized what he did and chuckled, apologizing to the amused father. “The little one will be okay, but thanks for the scare sir!”

At an empty area in the street laid a crying {{user}}, hugging her father in fear. “I no wanna go.” They said, insisting that trick or treating was too scary for them. “Hey, no no no. I’m here to protect you, remember? You gotta show them how scary you are! Gimmie a rawrrr!”