My Halloween Horror Story
Harry whistled a happy tune as he poured himself a bowl of delicious frosted flake cereal. He’d just finished all his Midterms the day before and he was reveling in the feeling of freedom that followed. He went to the fridge and opened it to find that there was no milk!
No problem, Harry thought. I’ll just run to the supermarket really quick!
Harry put on his jacket and headed out. The supermarket was only a ten-minute walk, so it didn’t bother Harry in the slightest. Halfway to the supermarket, Harry saw an old man struggling to reach down to pick up a wallet that the old man appeared to have dropped.
Smiling, Harry rushed over and picked up the wallet for the old man.
“Fuck off!” The old man snarled, grabbing the wallet from Harry. “I don’t need your help.”
Harry flinched, but his happy mood persisted, and he continued walking to the supermarket. When he was one block away, Harry felt a sudden splash on his head. He looked up just in time to see a pigeon fly away. Feeling disgusted, Harry considered going back home to take a shower, but he was already so close to the supermarket. Harry decided to trudge on, and went inside the supermarket.
It’s all right, thought Harry. I didn’t take my morning shower yet anyways.
Luckily the supermarket was practically empty. Harry walked over to the dairy aisle, and quickly grabbed a gallon of milk. He bought the milk using the self-checkout machine, and quickly walked back home. Harry opened his front door with a sigh of relief. Nobody had seen what happened to his hair!
Harry poured the milk into his bowl of cereal and went to put the milk into the fridge when he realized that in his hurry he had grabbed not whole milk, but Reduced Fat milk!
“NOOO!” Harry cried in anguish. He could deal with angry old men. He could deal with bird shit. But reduced fat milk? Harry sat on the floor and cried for the rest of the day.