Once there was an eleven year-old boy who always bullied people. But he didn't bully people by hurting them or making fun of them; he bullied people by scaring them. His favorite time to scare kids was on halloween. He would dress up as some weird monster and when kids came by he'd jump out of the bushes. When the kids ran away he'd laugh and if he was lucky the kids would leave their candy bag. One Halloween, it was a full moon. It hadn't been a full moon in a very long time. So just like all the other full moons, he dressed up like a werewolf and scared kids. He was about to leave when someone else came with a very scary werewolf costume; it almost looked real. He jumped out at it, but it just looked at him, stood up straight, and he realized it was 8 feet tall. It roared a skin-melting roar, and it's teeth were real. He ran to the abandoned boatyard. He hid behind some crates. He turned around and he was relieved to see it was gone. Then he felt a gooey liquid on his head. He looked up. He barely had enough time to scream.
The End.