Halloween.

The first years we did the usual trick or treating, but as we got older we kids started giving parties and we worked our butts off getting things ready. We had a long hall in our house with doors leading to the different rooms so it was perfect to have something scarey behind each door. To start with we would have scarey music, thanks to Dad, and when someone came to the door we would have a ghostly figure with a rubber glove on that was filled with mush and very cold to give them a hand into the house. Of course the house was pretty dark which was creepy enough to start with. Then the long walk down the hall took place after everyone was there. We took one person at a time, so we could get the right affect. One area had a fortune teller and think we recruited mom for that. Then behind another door was a witch who was stirring a big cauldron. we tried to make everything as spooky as possible with very low lights etc. She was my step grandmother and kind of a nasty lady anyway so playing the witch was perfect for her. Another door was a paper macha head cut off at the neck that we painted with blood looking areas, and had water dripping into a pan so you assumed it was blood dripping from the wound. There was also a room with a sheet covered body that would rise and scare the wits out of a person. Along the hall we had rigged up a sheet to pull across the person as they walked through. Another door led to a skeleton who was in the shower, and that was fine until one year a wize guy turned on the shower. Then there was a cupboard that had shelves and in there we put the innards which were pealed grapes, spaghetti and other gruesome things for them to feel. The parties were the talk of the neighborhood and everyone but one person came. To scarey for that little one. As we got older the parties moved to the family down the street, but they were not the same. That or it was because we weren't giving them.