Posted on 10/31/2009 1:50:02 PM PDT by acad1228
What's your best/worst/scariest Halloween Story?
How long did it take you to get the black shoe polish off your face?
Okay, you have officially creeped me out for this year.
Is there any kind way to say “cellulite”? :-))
Just kidding!
And look on the bright side. 25(+ or -)+44 - 14 (about the age you may be too old for Trick or Treating) leaves us with about 55.
In 55 years you have only been asked ONCE if you were a bit too old for Trick or Treating. That is OUTSTANDING! Congratulations! :-))
We lived there another five years and nothing more ever happened. Then we moved to a new home in a new town and that one got blown away by a tornado. If anything happens to this place, I'm gonna live in my teepee.
My one and only experience of acting like a juvenile delinguent was back in ‘67 on Halloween in Austel, Georgia.
I was 15, I had buddied up with an older kid who was 16 and had a car. Four of us stocked up on eggs and firecrackers and we went cruising around the small town scaring little kids and egging cars, etc.
We also had some M-80 firecrackers. We turned down a residential street and started tossing M-80s into people’s yards. We went a bit further and learned we were on a dead-end street.
We turned around and headed back up the street. One of the residents was on the shoulder with a shotgun. We all ducked down and the driver goosed the accelerator. Luckily we didn’t hit anything, the local didn’t shoot us, we called it a night.
That was my last and only experience of being a vandal.
Happy Birthday!
My newest Godson was to have been born by C-Section today. His mom got into a car wreck three weeks ago. She seemed fine but started into labor. She delivered a 5 pound baby boy, little Grant James. He is a peanut.
But here is the best part. When she delivered, the doctor told her that the umbilical cord had a major knot. Had the baby gone full term, he would have been stillborn.
(she actually called the guy who hit her and thanked him)
Miracles can happen!
Things that go bump in the night for later reading...
Great story! Unresolved issues even for the deceased in some cases.
As a child I would have a VERY REAL and VERY scary dream. Not every night, but perhaps once a week for a long time (months? years?). In real life, I used to play catch with myself by throwing a tennis ball up against the wall above the stairs that led down to the basement. Of course the basement was spooky, and would always freak me out when I would miss and had to get the ball.
In my dream I would go down to get the ball and the trolls would come and try to get me. I would run up the stairs, only to have them flatten out and I would fall back into the waiting trolls. Of course as soon as I fell I would wake up - denying the trolls their victim.
One night I had the dream and DIDN’T wake up when the stairs flattened out. I fell all the way back down, but ran around a bit to lose the trolls. Then, tried to get up the flattened stairs but couldn’t. Ran around some more, got to the stairs again. This time I used the handrail to pull myself up and escaped.
Never had that nightmare again!
Was always still spooked by that basement though - even as an adult!
37 years ago I was returning from a long (8 month) deployment on board my first ship, a gator freighter that was doing its scheduled WesPac. Young and single, and a homesick sailor .. we returned oct 26, to home port. Promptly friends (dubious ones) in San Diego set me up with a blind date for Halloween.
Trying not to be graphic here ... but the date turned out to be ... lets see .... does the name Henrietta Hamhocker give you a hint. Let your imagination run, and then multiply it by a factor of 10 .. it went from bad to worse, very quickly. In fact that night upon returning to ship I jolingly asked the OOD to have the CDO and XO put me on restricted liberty for the next 30 days. I was afraid to leave the safety/confines of the ship .. the natives .... they were NOT friendly.
Never again ....
Clearing harbor mines out of Viet Nam was a holiday compared to that night of liberty call.
I took a lesson from Alfred Hitchcock. Everybody goes for “shock” on Halloween, some guy in a mask leaping out from behind a bush. So I decided to go for “suspense” instead.
I put on my monster costume, which wasn’t a real monster costume, but a human-looking costume. A chemical suit, protective mask, boots, leather gloves and a sleeping bag hood to cover my hair. Then I slumped in a chair out in front of the house, with a big bowl of candy at my feet.
Kids could see me from either end of the block.
They then went from house to house, and every time they would look, I would still be there, unmoving. Finally, by the time they got to my house, the kids would stop on the sidewalk and ponder. They had been thinking about it for several minutes, and were now faced with the dilemma.
“Is it live, or is it a dummy?”
One of the funniest ones were a group of small boys, the oldest of which got the idea of brow-beating the smallest of them to “Prove you’re a man...go get candy for the rest of us!” The other two picked up on it and applied peer pressure as well.
Well, the littlest one couldn’t resist—his manhood was at stake. So he started slowly walking towards me, backwards, getting ready to take off when I tried to grab him. With his hand reaching backwards, his little fingers clutching, he was going to try and grab some candy, before he could “get got” by the monster/serial killer/whatever that thing was that was slumped there.
Eyes fixed on me the whole time, except just for a second when reaching down to get the candy. And then I...
twitched a hand.
His little friends let out a group scream. But the smallest one beat them to the end of the block, running like the wind.
Years later, they still remembered that hand twitch. Best Halloween ever, as far as they were concerned. They still wanted to know if it was live, or a dummy.
I wouldn’t say.
we lived overseas for a few years.
My daughter was about 14 and was asked to babysit for friends, so they could attend a Halloween party.
She went to their apartment building. On the way up, we passed an apartment with the door open, and a couch with what appeared to be a dead old lady on it.
She commented to me that the foreigners sure were into Halloween.
Being my observant self, I realized that the old lady WAS dead, and the apartment door was open to make room for the mourners, that were spilling out into the hall.
She was not very happy about being thisclose to a dead person on Halloween.
I LMAO all evening!!
So she was scared.
We had had a storm pass thru with rain and wind. A limb had fallen on the electrical line and knocked some lights out.
When we got there, the firemen were bringing a man down a ladder.
An electrical worker had been electricuted working on the line. We saw them put him on the ground and give him a shot in his heart. It didn't work; he was dead.
My 17 YO cousin had appeared with another group of kids and she put me in the car and took me home.
Every Halloween I think about it. The man and his wife had a 9 year old daughter.
Pics or it didn't happen!
The scariest Halloween was last year. A neighbor carved a pumpkin to look like Obama, and other neighbors were talking about how great he was. It was about the scariest Halloween ever!!!!!!
That’s a creepy story!!
Well, My Whermacht reenacting unit did a event near Gettyburg Battlefield{ Not on it, but really close}. It was a nighttime battle and we set up a picket line because the Americans were going to try and attack that night. It was cold, rainy and very dark. I was on the far sdie of the line, the nearset member of my unit was 50 yards away.
Well, around 0230, my squad leader came over to see if I was still alive. We chatted for a minute when we heard what sounded like a canteen banging on a ammo belt. It was in front of our lines, so we hunkered down and heard it again. It moved off to my right and my squad leader, being a member of the USMC and therefore a helluav braver than I, snuck off to track it down. He came back a few minutes later and said he didnt see anything. We heard it again then it sounded like it wlaked back to the American lines. Both he and I were puzzled but figured it was a American reenactor out for a stroll.
After the battle, we were shooting the breeze with the Americans{ Who we soundly defeated} and told them we heard the patrol they had out. The commander looked at us like we were on drugs and told us they stayed in thier Campers lastnight because it was cold and wet and they didnt want to get sick. After questioning our troops, it turned out there was noone out in front of our lines taht night.
A shiver went down my spine. Gettysburg is well known for ghosts.Maybe it was one of them.....
Spooky
Hubby once worked as a Mental Health worker in a State Hospital. He got an Invitation from the Head Shrink at the hospital for a Halloween party. The invitation said “OK to dress up” So I dessed him up as Bob Dylan in his “Blood on the Tracks” Phase, and I dressed up as a Medieval princess. When we showed up at the Shrink’s oh-so-la-de-dah mansion, we discovered that “dress up” meant...
BLACK TIE!!!!!!!
TEE HEE TEE HEE!!!!! I bet they thought he was a former inmate of the hospital!
Ha Ha ha! Alas...My husband will NEVER dress up again for ANYTHING!!!!! hahaha
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