Halloween-Personal Narrative

In my English 102 class, my professor inquired us to write a story concerning Halloween. When being asked this question, a story popped into my head about the time Halloween was ruined for me. Halloween has always been my favorite holiday when I think back to my childhood. Halloween makes me think of a lot of great memories, hayrides, trick-or-treating, and dressing up. As a child, I loved the feeling of being able to dress up and get candy, but that has been distorted. As a child, I have always had a fear of clown, no it was more of a phobia. My fear started when I walked in on my older cousins watching the movie Stephen King’s movie, It. I did not watch the whole movie but I remember specifically what scene it was that initiated my phobia.
My family has a tradition of getting together every year for Halloween, we hang out, trick-or-treat with the kids, and just have loads of fun. Since I am too old to go trick-or-treat, I enjoy handing out candy to the little kids, but when I hand out candy I have at least one person outside with me to take over when I see clowns or that person will warn me so I can go inside. That year, everything is going great, I am handing out candy while I have my aunt outside with me to warn me. They had at least one or two clowns show up that night so I had already run inside a couple times. Then from a distance, I saw a clown coming towards the house, it was not a little kid, the clown was about the size of a teenager. I started to panic so I told my aunt to take over the candy station while I ran inside. Before my foot even stepped into the base of the door, Mr. Sandy had yelled at the clown, “hey she is terrified of clowns, why don’t you mess with her” and locked the door so I could not get in the house. The clown started running towards me, so I started to run away but the clown chased me. I hid in the bushes so he couldn’t find me, so the clown got bored and finally