Okay so this story is from my junior year of high school. It's Halloween time, 1 of the 365 days in the year it is appropriate to smoke weed. I was hanging out with the same 4 buddies as my last story, a group we like to call "Sketchfest". What better thing to do than smoke in a graveyard. Now we respect the dead, we didnt smoke on someones tombstone, we were just on a bench surrounded by them. We were smoking 2 joints on the bench and trying to get the adrenaline rush from being frightened. OH boy did we get an adrenaline rush because the scariest shit happened next: We noticed behind us that there was a person dressed as Michael Meyers walking towards us. He was walking ever so slowly, not saying a thing. "Haha! Nice costume man" .... No response. Suddenly we notice that this guy had a knife on him. After seeing that we ran out of the graveyard as fast as possible!