I actually have no recollection of Halloween 2003, but I do remember a week or two before. At about 10:30 at night, Brent found me online and started chatting. Something to the effect of you have to come to this awesome Haunted house, on the top floor of the towers (the dorm rooms). My response, no, I'm in my pajamas and its cold outside. Whatever, I'm going to come get you. (By the way I believe he had just went through the Haunted House with some other friends, mostly female.) Less then 5 minutes later he knocked on my metal apartment door. I was annoyed that he came over, I was annoyed that I was leaving, there was about a foot of snow outside and we had to walk across a field. None of my roommates were willing to join us. I wore clogs for some reason, so as we tracked through other people's foot prints, my shoes were repeatedly filled with snow. Needless to say I was beyond annoyed by the time we walked the 50 yards. We met up whatever friends he had left behind to accompany me through this Haunted House. There was at least four of us there, that I knew, but 10 years later have no idea who it was other than Brent. We took the elevator up, and we went through the Haunted House the RAs had set up. Since I was mad, nothing scared me, people would jump out, and Brent would look at me expectantly and I would glare at him.
You think this experience would have affected our friendship/relationship, nonsense. The following day it was like nothing happen, other than he would periodically laugh at me for being so angry, and I would periodically follow up with being annoyed and ignoring him for a few days.
Years later I realize how awesome it was that I was annoyed because nothing scared me. I loved to deny boys, so looking back nothing makes me happier than remembering he never got me. He played his cards wrong, for girls to properly be scared she needs to be with really jumpy friends.