When I was only 11 years old I went trick or treating with my friends and my uncle when I was first kidnapped, I asked my uncle if me and one other friend of mine could go to a haunted house because my other friend was too scared to go, he said yes but that we could only go through the first half of it the to turn back so we didn't get lost, so me and my friend Skai went in the haunted house holding hands and eating candies, we were almost to the half way mark and about to turn back when a guy kept eyeing us so we started walking slower hoping he would just keep walking but instead he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a room and the told me to show him my private areas or he would kill me, I tried to run but he yanked me to the ground and lifted up shirt, I screamed for help then Skai ran in and not even a minute after that the guy grabbed his gun from his pocket and shot her in the head the knocked me out.
I already had been missing for 3 days when the police found me and arrested the man.
Since then I haven't been trick or treating or to haunted houses. For 2 years after that I wouldn't even eat a piece of candy because it reminded me of that night, now I'm 18 years old and I eat tons of candy but I still hate Halloween.
