Halloween Informative Speech

Honestly, I'm not one to say “I hate things,” however, there is one acception, Halloween. Halloween is one thing I truly despise, its pointless, it once was a good holiday, but then it became a giant scheme to sell candy, and why the horror movies, also, you know, I’ve had bad experiences. Today I'll be telling you one of those stories, so without further or do… A few years ago, I don’t remember when, on Halloween, I was lying face down in my bed, as is my tradition, and Lucas called, because of course he did. Lucas is an interesting guy, he I callous stubborn, and franky mean, but, our parents were friends so we had to be. He wanted to go to a haunted house because, of course he did, and being Lucas, I had to go as well. “Meet me at

I don't want to risk it, I thought, I can't believe it's come to this. “Fine, I'll be at your house in 5,” I curtly replied, and with that, I had wasted another evening of my life, taking care of Lucas. As I was walking up to Lucas’s house I noticed something, it was a sign for a haunted house. I hope this isn't the place, it looks unsafe. The haunted house seemed to be a converted garage, however, the house looked really old, you could see the faded brown paint was chipping off, you could see the fuzzy scaffolding, Even the windows were covered in a thick gossamer, though that was probably for the effect. As I got to Lucas’s house I saw him in the window, he wasn't even ready, he was screaming at someone in his room. Of course that’s what he would be doing, it's probably Carman, I kinda feel bad for her, she probably just offered to help him do something, I thought, with a little disgust. I rang the bell and was greeted by the last person I wanted to see that night, his mom. For those who don't know, his mom is awful, my main complaint is that she is baised, and my parents

With that he got us tickets, it was a neighborhood thing so it was free, but we still needed tickets. Lucas told me he had set the scariness level to “high,” because apparently he could do that. I can't believe he did this, he knows I don't handle scares well, I thought to myself. As we walked over I could tell something was wrong. The second we got to the door a mischievous smile spread across Lucas’s face, that was sign one. Then, he got started warming up his legs, like he was about to run, that was sign two. Sign three, well there was no sign three, more of just an action. Once we were about to go, Lucas made one last remark, “good luck,” and with that he shoved me in and