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Charlie's Halloween-Personal Narrative

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“Where the hell are we going already?” I griped at Charlie as I sat in the back seat of his old sedan becoming ever increasingly more impatient. “Shut it already and quit your whining, just wait till we get there,” Charlie shot right back at me and wasting no time in doing so. “It’s a surprise, so just chill.” “All right, fine,” I huffed, electing to just bite my tongue. “But, can you at least tell me how much longer? I’ve got to take a wicked piss.” “Not too much further now, ten minutes at the most.” “Good.” The truth was that I didn’t have to go to the bathroom all that bad. I was just anxious about where it was that we were going on my favorite holiday, Halloween. Mostly my anticipation stemmed from knowing Charlie would always come up with the best ideas of things for us to do on Halloween. Usually those ideas involved us just spending the night hanging out in some place frightfully spooky …show more content…

The doctor having performed the procedures is believed to have hung himself somewhere on the cemetery grounds after having been endlessly tormented by his guilt. Between the ambience and the legends that went along with the place, it really screwed with our minds like a good, haunting, ghost story should. Then there was last year when Charlie took us to the George Eastman Mansion in Rochester. The two hundred-year-old home still carried with it rumors of it being haunted by the ghost of George Eastman himself (George Eastman was the founder of the Kodak film company.) but alas… we never did see him. Those weren’t the only places, though. We’ve been to many other spooky places over the last several Halloweens, none of which I could honestly say I’d been disappointed with. So, this year, after having not been told where it is we were going, the anxiety was killing

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