The Biggest Risk
Sohail P
The Biggest Risk Most people are in shock when I tell them, I have never went trick or treating. If you ask a person in Iran “How did you spend your last Halloween, they wouldn’t have a clue what you’re talking about “. Spending the majority of my life in Iran, I had no knowledge of this tradition. Until I was approached by one of my good friends, asking me to go trick or treating with them. After getting my elaborate costume ready, I met up with her, Olivia, And Suarez. Slowly we made our way to our first stop, a two story house overflowing with Halloween decorations and spirit. After a few knocks, the door slowly creped open and an elderly man stepped out in a miners outfit and greeted us with a handful of candy. After we stored the candy in our bags we left for our next target of our candy gathering campaign. House by house we kept going on and on slowly filling up our bags. Hours later we arrived at the last stop for the night, a single story old fashioned house that looked as if it had better days. No door bell was found on the doorsteps so we just knocked on the wooden door. There was a small light in the mirror so we waited for a bit more. In the middle of me and my friends talking the door slowly opened and a little kid walked out dressed fallowed by her mother dressed as the witch. She poured us a bowl of candy as how she explained that no one trick or treats at her house because it appears haunted, and how we were blessed with a rare breed of brave. After That stop our bags couldn’t hold any more candy so we decided it’s best to go back to my friend’s house to eat our candy and exchange them for our desired candy. We crawled onto the coach right as a replay of black and white Frankish tine movie was being broadcasted on the television. The next day I woke up at around 6 o clock in the afternoon because I didn’t get any sleep on the night before Halloween either. Looking back at it now I realize it was a great risk to visit the abandoned
The Biggest Risk Most people are in shock when I tell them, I have never went trick or treating. If you ask a person in Iran “How did you spend your last Halloween, they wouldn’t have a clue what you’re talking about “. Spending the majority of my life in Iran, I had no knowledge of this tradition. Until I was approached by one of my good friends, asking me to go trick or treating with them. After getting my elaborate costume ready, I met up with her, Olivia, And Suarez. Slowly we made our way to our first stop, a two story house overflowing with Halloween decorations and spirit. After a few knocks, the door slowly creped open and an elderly man stepped out in a miners outfit and greeted us with a handful of candy. After we stored the candy in our bags we left for our next target of our candy gathering campaign. House by house we kept going on and on slowly filling up our bags. Hours later we arrived at the last stop for the night, a single story old fashioned house that looked as if it had better days. No door bell was found on the doorsteps so we just knocked on the wooden door. There was a small light in the mirror so we waited for a bit more. In the middle of me and my friends talking the door slowly opened and a little kid walked out dressed fallowed by her mother dressed as the witch. She poured us a bowl of candy as how she explained that no one trick or treats at her house because it appears haunted, and how we were blessed with a rare breed of brave. After That stop our bags couldn’t hold any more candy so we decided it’s best to go back to my friend’s house to eat our candy and exchange them for our desired candy. We crawled onto the coach right as a replay of black and white Frankish tine movie was being broadcasted on the television. The next day I woke up at around 6 o clock in the afternoon because I didn’t get any sleep on the night before Halloween either. Looking back at it now I realize it was a great risk to visit the abandoned