But I didn't always. My brother found humor in scaring the shit out of me. He loved dressing up as Michael Myers from Halloween....I guess in a way I was like Jamie Lee Curtis. I was always being terrorized, but somehow managed to survive and make it through to the next day.
Below is a picture of Michael. Who isn't afraid of him? The worst part about him, aside from being humanly immortal is that he walks. He just walks. Everywhere. All the time. And he always finds you. No matter how far or fast you run, he somehow manages to pop out of a bush or behind a door, sometimes he is just chilling in your car.
I wonder what he is thinking. I mean, I know he is a psycho serial killer and all, but still, what is going on in that mind of his? And does he have something against running? Why does he wear that hideous mask?
For some reason, no matter how hard I try to humor this character, he continuously manages to give me nightmares. I'm sure that by the time I am done writing this, I will be his Jamie Lee Curtis in my dreams tonight.
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