It was a crisp, fall night. The candy hunt was on, and me and my friends were ready to begin knocking on door after door to see who could collect the most treats. That’s right; today is Halloween, and the festivities are just beginning. After an hour or so of candy hunting, I was on top – 50 candies above my best friend. Excited, we went to our homes, but before long, we noticed that the amount of candy we were holding greatly slowed us down. Tired and hungry, we sat down for a treat. We had to find a place for shelter, and fast. We scrambled inside a nearby shed for fear of the sheer cold, when suddenly, a rich, deep tone emanated from the room. We looked up, to see a woman playing on the harp, its soothing tunes resounding in the large interior. None of us could predict that this same music would lead to a horrific journey which nearly cost us our lives.

In the shed, the soft music quickly put us into a deep slumber. That’s when the woman no longer hid behind her virtual mask; she opened a trap door located beneath us, and we fell down… and down… and down until we plopped face first into a bale of hay.

We were awakened by another tune, this one more intimidating and menacing. We could not locate the source, but the brash, uneven melodies accompanied by intimidating notes worried us greatly. We backed off to a corner, to realize that this was yet another trap; Spiders began to emerge, seemingly moving towards us at a pace on tempo to the music. Terrified, I tripped and fell down another layer. Worried about my friends safety, I hurried to find a way out.

This third and bottom-most layer was not accompanied by music, however, giving me an eerie and strange feeling. As I traversed the room, I could make out the sounds of my shoes pressing the soft, rubbery floor, the raindrops trickling down from the ceiling, and my heart pounding out of fear of what’s next. Instead of being greeted with a mysterious evil, however, I was greeted with a choice – it had seemed that the woman of the first floor had deposited all of our candies into one, massive, bag, and the second floor had cornered and trapped my friends. I was asked to either save the candy, or save my friends. The choice was easy – I was going to save my friends. Before I was able to say this choice, however, my best friend messaged me: “Don’t worry about us! We have already escaped!” Realizing that I wouldn’t have to save my friends anymore, I chose to save the candy. “Foolish choice” the monitor remarked, before giving me the candy and lifting me out of the trap. “Not quite”, I said, before exiting the elevator and leaving the building.

After the journey was over, I had met and reconciled with me friends, glad that they were safe. They said that, to combat the oncoming wave of spiders on the second floor, one of them took out their iPod, and played a retro-like piece of music. The onslaught of opposing notes caught the spiders off-guard, giving the children enough time to escape the room. At the end of the journey, however, there was one last task we needed to complete; how should we distribute the candy?