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Well fellow Dakkites,with Halloween rapidly aproaching ,I thought I would share an ammusing (although sort of "sad") Halloween story with you all.
Last Halloween my girlfriend and I were helping our children get into their costumes for trick or treating,my son (who was dressed as Spiderman) finished first and went off to the living room to watch T.V. while my daughter (a constant narcisist) primped and aranged her Witch outfit.
When my daughter (finaly) finished with her costume,I walked in to the living room to find my son staring intently at the T.V.,(it was on a channel showing horror movies) and I noticed he was watching the original "Halloween" and was very distressed over the Micheal Myers character,crying and saying "he didn't want to go trick or treat becuase the man with the white face would get him".
After a half hour of asuring him repeatedly that it was only a movie,and that there was no "white faced man" that would get him outside,we walked out of our house into the streets,now,there are LOADS of children were we live,so the street teamed with little monster,super heros and princesses.
After walking no more than 40 feet from our door step,I felt my sons hand grip mine in a death grip,I glanced down at him and saw he was staring off to the left & trembling,I followed his gaze and all I could think was "oh GAK".
There,walking towards us was one of our neighbors...dressed exactly like Michael Myers,needless to say my son climbed me like a capochin monkey and let out a shriek that rendered me deaf in my left ear for several weeks afterwards.
Well,long story short,I called my neighbor over (asking him to remove his mask) and we again calmed my son,who incidently had a great time trick or treating for the rest of the night,and now laughs about how scared he was.

So what about you my fellow Dakkites?any interesting Halloween stories?

In 1985, my older sister got a job working in the order department of a coca cola bottling plant. They sold cases of dented cans of assorted soda reeaallly cheap, and so she had the not-so-smart idea to buy a few and give them out for Halloween instead of candy. We ran out about 10:30 and shut off the lights, but people kept knocking on our door until damn near dawn. I found out later that not only had some people come around two or three times, but word got out and people were coming from other neighborhoods because they just assumed we had an endless supply of free soda. Needless to day, we didn't do that again next year, much to peoples' disappointment.

I got my arse pinched three or four times when I went as the bearded lady.

The look on their faces when I turned around was genius. Mix of horror, disbelief, and just a little curiosity.

When I lived in Durham, I had the local 10 year old chavs looking for candy on 13 October. When I told them I didn't have any, they asked for "some tabs, like man."

Last year I held a "house of horrors" party and told everyone to come as something a bit different, my house mate went for the deamon doctor character and really looked the part, complete with rusty cleaver and blood smeared apron.

Through out the evening we had a steady stream of trick or treaters but about 9pm we stopped getting knocks on the door so got down to some serious drinking, about 10ish there was a knock on the door and we were expecting a couple more mates to turn up, I told my house mate to sneak out the side gate and jump out on them when I opened the door

When I opened the door, it wasn't my mates but a couple of kids aged about 6 with their granny, cue my house mate jumping from the side gate to behind them screaming that he wanted their limbs and waving a cleaver, they nearly died of fright

2007 standerd pre-club house party, Our local rock club holds a costume competition ever halloween. Everyone goes all out because the prizes range between Free drinks all night up to sets of gig and festival tickets. So One friend build himself a Big Daddy costume (from Bio shock) and it's fantastic...took him months to do, i was talked into being a little sister to add effect....none of use stood a chance against it..so we got to drinking while he focused on not damaging the epic costume. We get to the club and sure enough he wins hands down, 2nd goes to megatron 3rd goes to mistique (props to the naked girl painted blue) So everything is peachy we drink daft amounts and head home, the big daddy friend returns to my parents house with me because its closer and cheaper in a taxi...he takes off the costume and we pass out, about 2 hours later (6am) the most horrific scream wakes us...in half neked drunken sleep daze we run downstairs, coliding with my dad also hung over running to find out what the noise was....There in the middle of the floor is my mother crying and screaming like a banshee that "its eaten the cat!!!!" my brain is making no sense of anything at all now so im just looking around for this dead cat and notice that the cat is asleep under the big daddy costume, and there is mushd up pizza all over the floor around it. I start laughing....to the point i have to run away before i pee myself. By the time i get back downstairs the cat is awake the mother is beating my friend with a magazine, he's trying to appolagise between shots to the face and my dad is throwing up in the kitchen....Long story short...Dont leave scary looking costumes about without pre warning people who are likely to beat you up.