“I wouldn’t survive one of those Halloween slasher movies,” my wife said when she got home. “I heard tapping on the window above my desk. Then I saw someone wearing a ‘Michael Myers’ mask.”
“‘Did someone get locked out?’ I thought,” she said. “So I went to check. No one. That’s when I discovered I hadn’t locked the doors at all, which I then did.”
“After I got back to the office, it dawned on me that the person could have come inside before I got there,” she said. “But at least the cosplay wanna-be pro-wrestlers were there or I’d have been a nervous wreck by quitting time.”
While she slept like a baby that night, I wrestled Micheal Myers in my nightmares.