Halloween Discussion Forums, Costumes, Horror!

as i child my grandmother used to make treats and food for us kids at halloween. she used to decorate the house and all us grandkids used to stay at hers in sleeping bags on halloween night. she used to hire out a video for us to watch and tell us stories all night after we went trick or treating. it was always a night we used to look forward too. now im older i look back and remember how special she made it for us!

It was all Grampa's fault.
The year was 1969...Night of the Living Dead.
Your humble scribe was a mere child of ten.
Grampa had us for the day and decided that in THE SPIRIT of things..he would drop us off at the Capitol, our neighborhood theatre...for a movie that was OBVIOUSLY a new Vincent Price thriller...NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD...yup, that HAD TO BE IT...
So off we go...
Now, remember, this was a small Canadian town..middle of an agricultural community. Pretty much Christian. White.
WHICH MEANT EVERYBODY WAS 0PEN FOR EVERYTHING...I just as well might have been raised on the French Riveria...
All they didn't do when we bought our tickets was ask;"Would you like a bottle of tequilla and a cigar with that, little boys????"
And baby brother was two, three years, younger then I was???

So we watch the damn thing and boy howdy, did it FREAK ME OUT...I was scared and shaken and didn't come down for hours after..and we go to our Grammas and Grampas for supper afterwards and Gramma comes up really SLOW behind Baby Brother, still chewing on that roast beef, her dentures doing that free form SWIM in her mouth like they did after the first course, and she touches his shoudler at the same time and he JUMPED up and screamed.

And she CACKLED and said;"Night of the Living Dead INDEED, Grampa..that was a HIGH OCTANE horror film...up there with that Rosemary's Baby...you JERK.."
She laughed again and told us about getting scared over DR. JEKYLL with John Barrymore in the lead, and more importantly that she would NOT tell on us to our parents, or on Grampa...

That's one of them...

Halloween has always been my fav holiday because all the really great momories. I grew up in a town of only about 300 people so we knew everyone. All the houses would be decorated to the fullest. And the best thing of all is the homade popcornballs and stuff my aunt and her friends used to hand out. Yum. We could start a 8 and not end until 12. I could fill up a whole bad to the top. And the kids in town all new each other so we would all go in groups. They let us go to houses twice. Then we would all get together and play hide and seek within a coulple blocks. It was awsome because the adults all alowed us to hide in thier yards. Im all sad now I remember a coulple of times a group of us kids would try to stay up all night on my trampoline. I wish i can relive this again. Or atleast I wish my kids can. I wish I could live in a little town again. Well only during halloween and summer. other times of the year were really boring.

its good to have memories but a shame you cant relive them! i live in a small town and i wish i was a kid again!!

In our youth, my cousins and I had a makeshift haunted house in my grandmother's garage each year on Halloween. We'd decorate the yard to make it look like a cemetary so that the trick-or-treating kids walking up to her home down the long, pine tree lined driveway would start their journey in terror as soon as they entered the yard. We'd have scary noises playing over a stereo outside, and have cheap props everywhere. In the garage, we'd hang sheets from the rafters as partitions to create a maze of sorts, and have different people in costumes hiding behind things to scare people. At the back of the garage and end of the maze, my grandmother would be dressed as a witch to give out candy to the trick-or-treaters visiting our small town attraction. This was in a town of about 1200 people, but there were still about two or three small haunted houses similar to this each year. It was so much fun!

On year in particular stands out for me. I was about 10 years old or so, and my father, who would dress and help us scare people, had acquired a homemade coffin for us to use. So, I dressed as a vampire that year, and would hide in the coffin to scare people. Well, I ended up being the one scared because my cousins told a local fat kid that I was in the coffin, and he sat on the lid so that I couldn't open it. I thought I was dead for sure! Man, those sure were the good ole days, huh? :-)

There was nothing like those plain old Halloweens in the 70's in my neighborhood. We would go to elementary school in costume and in the morning the whole school would assemble and get into a line and parade around a couple of the local streets. Too much fun.

Then night fell, and there was a lot of trick or treating and tomfoolery. Couldn't even tell you how much fun that was, running around in groups dressed as superheroes and little monsters! Marvelous.