Unexpected Raygun Gift On Halloween

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Post on Nov 01, 2024

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A Raygun for Halloween? Seriously?

It was Halloween, and I was ready for some candy. My costume? A classic zombie, complete with tattered clothes and fake blood. I was cruising through the neighborhood, bag in hand, feeling pretty cool. I was the envy of every little kid who saw me. I was a walking, groaning, undead legend.

Then, my world shifted.

A neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, opened her door. She was dressed like a witch, complete with a pointy hat and a cackling laugh. Instead of the usual candy, she held out a box. "Trick or Treat," she said, with a mischievous glint in her eye. I felt a weird sense of dread.

I opened the box, and my jaw dropped. Inside lay a raygun. Not your typical plastic toy, but a real, shiny, futuristic-looking blaster. It was humming softly, pulsing with blue light. It looked straight out of a sci-fi movie.

"This is for you," Mrs. Henderson chuckled, a twinkle in her eye. "I always wanted to give someone a real treat."

Whoa, hold on a second. A raygun? On Halloween? This was insane! I was totally confused. This was way cooler than any candy. But was it safe? What was I supposed to do with it?

"It's harmless, honey," she assured me, giving me a wink. "Just a little something to spice up your Halloween."

Then, she closed the door, leaving me staring at the raygun in disbelief. It felt warm in my hands, like it was pulsating with energy.

That night, I couldn't stop thinking about the raygun. It felt like a secret weapon, a power that could change everything. I kept it tucked away in my room, feeling a sense of excitement and anxiety.

The next day, I researched rayguns online. I wanted to learn about its history, its purpose, anything. But I found nothing. It seemed like a strange dream, a figment of my imagination.

The raygun became a part of my life. It was always there, reminding me of that weird Halloween night. I never dared to point it at anything, to see if it really worked.

Was it a real raygun? Did Mrs. Henderson have a secret life as a time traveler? Or was it just a very elaborate prank? I still don't know the answer. But the raygun, sitting on my shelf, reminds me that life is full of surprises, and sometimes, the best things are the ones you least expect.