Yes, you read that right. I hate Halloween. I hate it for a number of reasons, really, but the biggest reason: I HATE costumes. Well, let me be more precise. I hate masks. If you want to witness my death by heart attack, lock me in a room with people in Halloween masks. It absolutely terrifies me when I can't see faces. No freaking thank you. Another reason is because I hate being scared and I'm literally scared of everything. I cried while watching The Grudge and after I finished it, I had to sleep with my parents for a week....I was 14. Also, I couldn't watch more than five minutes of American Horror Story before turning the t.v. off. Nothing scary had even happened in those five minutes, but I knew it was scary so I couldn't stand the anticipation. Yeah, I'm a scaredy-cat and I'm okay with it.
The third reason, and a very serious reason to hate Halloween: murders. I'm about 99% sure that it's a real fact, out there, somewhere, that there are more violent crimes, including murders, on Halloween than any other night of the year. My belief isn't factually or statistically based, but I'm not taking any chances.
So, you guys have fun dressing up and partying your little bunny tails off. When October 31st rolls around, I'll be at home with my dogs, watching Black-ish or The Mindy Project reruns, with a bowl of candy sitting on the front porch.
Be safe out there, daredevils.