This month at See Jane Publish, we’re doing a grab bag of spooktacular posts about whatever supernatural goodness we want — kind of like snagging the best stuff from the Halloween bowl of goodies. THERE WILL BE NO POPCORN BALLS, PEOPLE!
Or maybe some of you liked popcorn balls, in which case, you do you.
I thought I’d share the story of the time XY and I terrified a child.
On accident! But it was Halloween, so we only felt a little guilty…
One year we set up our usual decorations — some old corn stalks from the garden, a few tulle “ghosts” dangling from the edge of the porch, a fake severed arm that the dog gnawed to make more realistic — but we decided to go one step further. We set up a strobe light and a set of speakers near the door. I wore a big papier-mâché mask head to waist with a wide, screaming mouth. XY manned the stereo where we had a CD of “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” cued up to a blood-curdling scream. When trick-or-treaters would come to the door, I’d wrench it open wearing the mask and XY would kick the strobe light and the scream.
The kids loved it.
Except one kid…
Door rings, I open it, XY kicks the special effect… Kid runs off the porch, yelling for his mom.
Yikes! I ran after him with the candy bowl in my hand. Still wearing the mask, unfortunately.
By the time I got to him, he was halfway down the driveway with a trail of dropped candy behind him. I reimbursed him with a double handful of chocolate bars and Smarties (I know Smarties are almost as low value as popcorn balls, but for some reason I love them). Terrible people that we are, XY and I high fived, but I like to think that kid had a good story to tell too that night as he ate too much chocolate before bed.
So what’s your story of a fun Halloween scare?