The closer I came to the door, the more uneasy I felt. Probably all those tootsie rolls I ate earlier, I thought to myself. I pulled some fake webbing aside and peered cautiously out through the tinted glass window. All was darkness. Before I could stop myself, I quickly turned the handle and cracked it just enough to stick my head out. Scarcely daring to breathe, I watched as a figure suddenly pulled his hood back, reached his hand out to me, and said . . .