Sorry I couldn't help it...

I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help it. 

With my head down and my hoodie over, I was on the verge of dying, not literally dying, but bursting into an uncontrollable burst of laughter. Nothing was said, nothing was done.. ok, maybe something was done. But for some reason, I just couldn't hold myself back from laughing that I had to pause everything and shove my face into my hoodie and do everything in my power to not burst out. It was definitely not the right time to burst into laughter, but that was exactly why. It was the wrong place and the wrong time to make that funny face, now I'm about to burst into laughter... Sorry, Mrs. Ritter...

Besides finding things funny and cracking up, there are times when I don't find something humorous, but the fact that someone else finds it funny and starts to laugh, and now I'm also laughing uncontrollably. I'm sure I'm not the only one who relates to this. 

Retaining to actual topics, though, the things that I found funny aren't usually any specific topics, but rather bringing up the right thing at the right time, for example, when talking to my friends or discussing any random topic and bringing up some ultra-specific inside group event or EBK (elite ball knowledge) that only we know. 

My kind of humour isn't finding things funny, but making others laugh, which in return causes me to burst into laughter, but sometimes... it feels like laughing at your own joke... which feels kinda weird. 

                                                     (Me with a serious face, trying not to laugh)

The Haunted Pen

 A tale known only to a few, kept a secret that the world would never know about. 

“ Tell us! Tell us !” The kids yelled. 

“Only if you promise to go to bed” the dad said,

“ ok…. Fine, we promise.”

It was a quiet evening, and I couldn’t fall asleep, so I went downtown shopping and wandered into an antique shop that I always passed but never went in. But some faint whisper told me to go into the shop. 

“ Dad… when was this?” 

“A long time ago.”

“How long ago?”

“Do you want to hear this story?”

… 

After shopping for a while, there was a pen covered in dust with no price tag, with a mysterious tag that read, “Use at your own risk”. The shopkeeper said that it was free and that it had been decades since anyone had ever picked it up. But it had come with a notebook. 

Reading the notebook, it sounded as if it were more like a journal, a list of events that happened in someone’s personal life, but some historical events that sounded too detailed. But being an English teacher, I couldn’t help but notice the small grammar mistakes and added a period. The date, April 14th, 1865. Do you guys know what that date is?

“I know, I know! That’s the day Abraham Lincoln was assassinated.”

Yep, and on that day, Lincoln was assassinated. It was only later did I realized that every event that was written in that notebook happened, on the exact date, on the exact time. 

“Wow… must be a coincidence.”

“Anyways. That’s the story. Good night, kids.” 

“No, no… There must be more!”

“That’s all for now. I’ll tell you the rest tomorrow.” 

Setting the pen down, he wondered what he should write with the last few drops of ink, whether he should bless the world or haunt it for generations. He decided then to write that for every year on October 31st that the weird tradition of kids knocking on doors asking for candy would be used to remember the day that he found the haunted pen that made words into reality. 

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Summary: The genre of this story is historical fiction, and the consequences that followed were the change in history, but leaving the world with trick or treating on the last day of October. 

BOO!!!