My eye began to twitch to the same cadence of the fast flicker of the yellow fluorescent light. I suddenly felt a cold breeze, and a shiver raced down my arms. Goosebumps popped off my skin like kernels jumping in a bag of microwave popcorn. I instantly thought to myself, I am in a horror movie. I was certain that I had made the right choice by running into the dimly lit shed as fast as possible. I thought that nothing could go wrong in there. It is on the outskirts of the woods, and there is no way a killer would hide in it. The rusty pitchfork and handsaw hanging on the wall, the creaking door hinges, and the sound of a wolf howling at the largest full moon known to man were sure to scare off any attackers. As my heavy breathing started to subside, out he came. He slowly slinked out of a dark corner of the shed. I looked at him and panicked. I wanted to run, but my feet wouldn’t move. It was as if I were wearing shoes that were made of solid gold and 10 sizes too big. My heart was pounding like a 20-pound hammer and I could feel the sweat start to bead up on my forehead. I thought to myself, this is how it is going to end. I didn’t know for sure what type of weapon he had, so I didn’t know what to prepare for; nevertheless, I was un-armed so it didn’t really matter, or so I thought. The cold breeze that I had felt earlier had turned into a howling wind. The shed door was no longer creaking. Instead, it was banging against the side of the shed like a violent car crash. As he slowly inched closer to me I was praying that it was all a dream and that I would wake up just before he attacked. Then suddenly I remembered I had a guardian in my front pocket, but I was afraid that if I made any sudden moves he would speed up his attack. I gradually reached into my pocket, but there was a problem. When I was given the guardian, I was told that it was useless unless it was turned on. I was worried I would not be able to turn it on with just one hand, but at this point, I had no choice. I gradually reached into my pocket, grabbed the cap of the guardian and tried to turn it on. I wasn’t sure if it was on, but I was out of time. My attacker was close enough to me that I could feel his cold breath on my face and I could now see that he had an ax raised above his head. I quickly pulled my guardian from my pocket and yelled, “Make America Great Again.” The shed was filled with a blinding light so bright that I thought maybe I had been killed and I was on my way to the afterlife. Once I gained my composure I realized that I was lying in my bed. It turns out it was a dream after all. The blinding light was just my roommate turning on my bedroom light to wake me up. I peered over to my bedside table and saw my guardian, which was this Donald Trump crystal holographic keychain.