I was standing in the hall because I was trying to go into the kitchen and I had heard a noise coming from the basement. The hallway lights weren’t on and it was dark outside, so I couldn’t see much of anything that was going on in the hallway. I turned around towards the basement door and saw it open. Slowly, a skeleton that was glowing green was creeping out of the basement. I screamed with all of my might and all of the air in my lungs. I ran out of the hallway as fast as Flash and into the kitchen, towards my mom. Then I heard my dad laughing his stupid laugh and I was so confused. Then the skeleton came into the kitchen, but it was outlined in black.
“Chris!” my mom shouted, “Why would you do that?!” I then realized that it was my dad in a skeleton costume. He pulled off his mask and started laughing at the terrified look on my face. I ran up to him and started punching him where ever I could reach, which probably was the best thing I could do because I really wanted to make him stop laughing and say “Ow!” which he did in about two seconds.
“Stop it,” my dad said, annoyed.
“No way!” I shouted as I kept on punching him as hard as I could, which was apparently pretty hard because he started yelling at me.
“Stop it right now! You’re going to be in big trouble if you don’t stop!”
“You’re in big trouble, Mister!” I yelled back, not stopping hitting him. Eventually he grabbed my hands and came down close to my face. He opened his mouth to say something, but I interrupted and said something instead. “Take off the costume and never put it on again and maybe I’ll forgive you in the next month,” I said defiantly.
“Oh, really? The next month? Then you don’t want to go shopping?” he asked, with a smirk on his face, thinking that he had won.
“Mom will take me shopping, right mom?”
“Yes, I will,” my mom said, shooting daggers at my dad with her eyes.
“Thanks mom,” I said smiling. “Now dad, take off the costume, lock it away in the basement, and never put it on again, and maybe I’ll forgive you in the next month,” I repeated, mimicking the smirk he had had on his face that was now a frown.
“Fine!” he agreed, obviously reluctantly. Apparently he liked that costume a lot. I smiled the biggest smile I could, all full of teeth. It was the same one that I always had after my dad and I get into an argument. I had once again won.
“Chris!” my mom shouted, “Why would you do that?!” I then realized that it was my dad in a skeleton costume. He pulled off his mask and started laughing at the terrified look on my face. I ran up to him and started punching him where ever I could reach, which probably was the best thing I could do because I really wanted to make him stop laughing and say “Ow!” which he did in about two seconds.
“Stop it,” my dad said, annoyed.
“No way!” I shouted as I kept on punching him as hard as I could, which was apparently pretty hard because he started yelling at me.
“Stop it right now! You’re going to be in big trouble if you don’t stop!”
“You’re in big trouble, Mister!” I yelled back, not stopping hitting him. Eventually he grabbed my hands and came down close to my face. He opened his mouth to say something, but I interrupted and said something instead. “Take off the costume and never put it on again and maybe I’ll forgive you in the next month,” I said defiantly.
“Oh, really? The next month? Then you don’t want to go shopping?” he asked, with a smirk on his face, thinking that he had won.
“Mom will take me shopping, right mom?”
“Yes, I will,” my mom said, shooting daggers at my dad with her eyes.
“Thanks mom,” I said smiling. “Now dad, take off the costume, lock it away in the basement, and never put it on again, and maybe I’ll forgive you in the next month,” I repeated, mimicking the smirk he had had on his face that was now a frown.
“Fine!” he agreed, obviously reluctantly. Apparently he liked that costume a lot. I smiled the biggest smile I could, all full of teeth. It was the same one that I always had after my dad and I get into an argument. I had once again won.