Halloween stories?

[Fatal Rewind]

I had a first post/intro thoughts as to doing this, but I'm tired and about to go to bed, so I'll do it later; I had just told Jocy that I was going to do this thread, so there you go.

Anyway, this is in regards to any Halloween stories you have, such as playing tricks on people (a friend got me pretty good one year, which was going to be in my first post) and/or any haunted houses you went to. But I'll get to those later.

In the meantime, maybe someone else can do the warming up!

[mynameisfred]

Thanks Fatal! Good idea!

[Sandra]

One time I went around the neighborhood trying to sell xmas cards on halloween if that counts

[Fatal Rewind]

Ba ha ha ha, yeah it does! ;D

Ok, so, in regards to a friend, one year he had on (I think) a glowing hockey mask and some kind of glowing fake blood on the end of an axe that he was carrying around. He knew a friend and his girlfriend were going to be going around the neighborhood, so he hid when he knew they would be out, then hopped right in front of them from some bushes when they were about to walk by. Supposedly, at the exact same time, they guy bolted in the other direction as he yelled "F*CK!" while the girlfriend dropped down to her knees and started crying. (I say "supposedly" because he was a pathological liar [is that the term?], he'd lie about anything, so I'm not sure about that one)

I AM sure about another one, when I went over to his house one year, and he was sitting in the front dressed up as Freddy Krueger, with the hat on and everything, real knives on one hand (he made it himself; urk!) and his head down.

"Come on out, Eric!" I said. Well, it didn't move. Was it him or an elaborate dummy? I rang the doorbell, having my eyes quickly go from the dummy to the door, it was making me a bit nervous (I figured he'd jump out at me at any second). Needless to say, I couldn't get inside fast enough when his dad opened the door.

So I asked him where Eric was. "Oh, he's OUT!" his dad said. I talked with him for a little bit, then asked when he'd be back. "Well, it should be a few minutes." So I went back out, since I wasn't far, and could just come right on over again if I had to.

On the way out, I started talking about the Freddy Krueger getup. "Yeah, he spent quite a bit of time on that!" said Mr. Nutt (yeah, "nut" indeed...that was their name). So I was juuuuuuust reaching for Freddy's hat...

...when it moved, which Eric reached out (with the knives hand), saying "I gotcha!"

Two feelings happened pretty quick there: one, me almost sh*tting myself, and then not long after that, WANTING to beat the sh*t out of him

Funny when you look back at Mr. Nutt, who didn't lie about it (heh), and his choice of words: "he's OUT", blah blah. The whole family was damn good at practical jokes, to say the least, especially with Eric staying really still outside for long periods of time...geez.

Anyway, I'll get into haunted houses I've been to next.