I couldn't believe what he did next. In response to me handing him candy, he took a few steps into my house. This was when I started getting really uncomfortable. You're supposed to take candy, say thank you, and go. It's like an unspoken rule that you don't walk into people's houses without permission. It was at this moment that I also noticed that he didn't have any type of bag for candy. This was a huge red flag because I realized then that he was not there to trick-or-treat. Before I could respond, the man reached into his pockets and pulled something out. I didn't wanna look at it, but I was assuming it was a weapon, and I had no idea what to do.

I'd locked myself into a small room with a psychopath much larger than me, holding a weapon, blocking the only exists. We all like to pretend and make up scenarios in our heads where we have to be the hero and save the day. But here I was stuck in a real life situation completely unable to move, not able to save myself. I was frozen in fear. It was such a weird feeling. Almost like I was dreaming the entire thing. I had no control over my body. Now, what a cliché way of dying I thought it would be getting stabbed to death by someone dressed up as Michael Myers on Halloween.

**Only correct this if you're a native English speaker.**