Last year on October 31st, was the strangest experience I have ever had on Halloween. About 9 p.m. after the young trick-or-treaters went home, some guy knocked on my door wearing a weird mask. He was about my height, so I knew he wasn’t a kid. He didn’t ask for anything, he just stared at me, assuming I would be terrified at his appearance. After about a minute, I said, “I know exactly what you want, give me a minute.” When I came back carrying a nail gun, I said to him, “You missed a spot, let me finish the job!” I have never seen a human run as fast as that guy when he dashed away from my front door and down the street. I heard an explosion as he ran away, and I initially thought it was a bomb, but I later found out it was that guy breaking the sound barrier. What the…
