... but I still got scared shitless.
I was alone in the complex laundromat (laundry is what we young and hip people do on Halloween) with my back turned to the door when someone suddenly yanked it open and growled really loudly.
I screamed, “Jesus Christ” and whirled around to find a kid in his late teens or early 20s with a shit-eating grin on his face. He said, “Happy Halloween!” and disappeared as suddenly as he had come.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I’ve had a jump scare like that. It was surprisingly fun! I mean, probably not the best idea on his part because there are many people who would not enjoy that at all, but for me it was great to get a legit Halloween scare. I’m still all jumpy and energized, like I just got off a roller coaster :-)
I got almost no trick or treaters, though. Ah, well, more chocolate for me.