When I was little, my town didn’t have a haunted house to scare the kids on Halloween.
Instead, the Jaycees drove them all out to the old folks home, and the kids had to listen to all the sick and dying and lonely old people complain and scream in pain and shit themselves.
If the kids were lucky, a resident would throw up blood and die. That shit was seriously scary.
Now that I’m old, and I live in the old folks home, I look forward to Halloween.
Pay it forward.
But, seriously, I’d rather not vomit blood and die.