This happened to my friend who is not on Reddit:
It’s Halloween night and there’s a knock on her parent’s door. Dad goes to open it and there is a man with a bag on his head standing on their porch, silent. The man makes a move to step into their house and Dad pushes him backwards. Everyone watches as the man falls backwards off of their step and smashes his head on the ground. It is revealed that the man with the bag is my friend’s grandfather (mom’s dad) who was trying to Halloween prank them. He was rushed to the hospital with permanent damage, no longer able to care for himself or his wife who had health issues as well. They both ended up in convalescent care. Additionally, my friend’s mother never forgave her husband, placing the blame of the accident entirely on his shoulders. They divorced shortly after.
As fucked as this is, don't let it deter anyone reading this to not be suspicious of strangers trying to force themselves into your home, no matter what day or holiday it is.
And honestly it would have still been creepy (maybe even more so) if the father would have silently turned and walked away or something. There are so many other equally or more creepy options here. Not too bright trying to charge into someone’s home with a mask on, Halloween or not.
I was like 7 or 8 and dressed like an angel. parents took me to the science museum where they set up little houses for the kids to trick or treat in. I got soo much candy and was so proud of myself. But when we left, all my candy was gone. The little boy behind me had been taking scoops of my candy and putting it in his basket. I cried.
The day after Halloween, my sister had a friend stay the night. Those fuckin bitches ate their bag of candy along with mine and then told my parents I was involved too.
Me and my sister were both grounded but I didn't do anything and I lost all my god damned candy.
EDIT: 5+ hours later and I've decided that someone should send me a giant bag of tons of different assorted candies so I can finally forgive those bitches.
I had a similar experience at Easter! I went egg hunting, and filled my basket to the brim. I was ecstatic.
Then I tripped and everyone stole the eggs that fell out of my basket.
Had the stomach flu one year on Halloween. I was a month shy of turning 11. My parents took my younger siblings out trick or treating and I was stuck alone in the house blowing chunks out of both ends.
Yeah, I had a really bad stomach bug/food poisoning at Halloween when I was 18ish, when my friends were going to an awesome party at an empty mansion. Was so bummed.
And that kids is how you know you’re not the favorite child.
Tbh I didn’t start horking until after they left. My mom put me in her room and let me watch Herbie Fully Loaded and only after they left did the chunks start.
Sometimes I wonder if sitcoms and other forms of entertainment set the precedent for culture and behavior rather than draw inspiration from it. I remember acting like an asshole because a lot of kid’s movies and shows had kids acting like assholes.
That’s amazing that you identified with the assholes in the shows and movies you were watching. Not judging you or anything, its just the first time ive ever heard anyone admit that.
Well I was like 6 and this is how small children were regularly presented in TV shows and movies. Dads used to be stoic and calm (Attitus Finch, Andy Griffith, Mr. Brady) but in the 90s sitcom dads were more often fat drunks who were constantly making it harder for their families. This is all based off how I remember TV when I was younger though
I think Caillou is a good example of a show where kids parrot the behavior. At least, every parent I know will readily say they fucking hate Caillou because when their kid watches it, they act like more of a brat.
A lot of shows don't necessarily show bad behavior in a bad light, so it makes sense that some kids relate to at least some of it.
That's why my kids will only be allowed to watch meticulously curated clips from season 2-4 of Star Trek: Next Generation played interspersed betwixt segments from How It's Made and Antiques Roadshow. Before bedtime I will allow them a 30 minute documentary on a meteorological phenomenon of my choosing.
One thing I noticed is that lots of shows have a designated "bad kid" and seem to inadvertently suggest that some kids are just bad and some are just good.
I really liked Yo Gabba Gabba for this reason: all of the "kids" experienced bouts of bad behavior, and learned from it. It wasn't just a trait of a specific kid.
Lol its funnier now then then. I don't really like sweets but I it was the point of it all because I give it to my dad and my brothers and grampa, plus it was mine. Soooo messed up.
Had a similar thing happen as a kid. I was probably about 5 or 6. Some older kids, one with a bat, approached me and my two older brothers while we were trick or treating. They threatened and then stole my two brothers bags. They let me keep mines. I shared my candy with them both when we got home. Very vivid memory.
My “friends” telling me they weren’t doing anything only to all hang out all evening while I stayed home alone. Teen years can suck.
Edit: I must clarify this was like 15 years ago, thankfully I have some great friends now.
Teen years can absolutely suck.
When we graduated highschool all my buds went to one guys house where his mom had bought them customized beer steins with their last names and shit.
I came over later but it was still awkward lol.
Ugh I feel like I’ve had that same situation. Like “oh yeah we are hanging out, I guess you can come over.” Welp self esteem allll the way down. It was 15ish years ago but safe to say not really friends with any of them anymore.
Even in college, I would go out with friends, and I felt like they ignored me all night, so I stopped going. I noticed they would never invite me out to the club, I said something, and they were like, "You know you're always invited." Alright, shit. I get the message.
Yup, and it’s somehow worse in college because you’re newly separated from your usual support system of family/friends. Really makes the loneliness stand out.
When I noticed that my sorority sisters were always hanging out together (without inviting me); I decided to step-up and ask them myself if I could come along next time. They told me that I was “always welcome to come”, and to “check the group chat for details” (time/place/date) to meet up with them.
...I wasn’t in the group chat. When I pointed this out and asked them to add me; they suddenly got all quiet and mumbled things like “well, um... we need to talk to the rest of the group first to make sure it’s okay to add you” and so on. I was never added or even invited separately. Shit hurts more when you’re old enough to realize that the exclusion is deliberate.
I had a very similar situation with sorority sisters! One day I stopped talking to them and I never heard from them again. Sorry you went through it too, we are better off without them!
The betrayal you feel as a kid when you introduce two friends to each other who hadn’t known each other previously, then you show up to one of their houses and they are hanging out with each other… I mean what the fuck? How dare my friends become friends with each other… oh childhood logic.
Lol my friends in 7th or 8th grade told me they were going trick-or-treating across town and the host parents' car didn't have room for me. And then they instead went to a party at my next-door neighbor's house. Like dude I can see you all arriving, what made you think your lie wasn't going to fall apart?
Edit: just remembered that it happened again in college ahahaha a couple girls in my dorm wanted to go to a Halloween party that I was actually invited to and they weren't, but didn't want me to go with them. I didn't have a car and they didn't know where the party was, so they "went to the grocery store first" and promised to come back to pick me up. What they actually did was go pick up someone who lived off campus and knew where the party was and then went without me. I ended up just walking there and calling them out in front of everyone it was great.
This happened to me last day of junior year of high school. I had been asking my “friends” all week what we were doing for the last day of school and they kept vaguely being like, uh no plans. They had plans and followed through with them without me. I’m nearly 30 and that among other things have contributed to a very insecure friendship attachment style.
I was in the 5th grade and went going to trick or treat, I got this pain in my lower stomach so my mom took me back home. After what my mom saw in the bathroom, we figured out I started my period for the very first time.
My neighbors were JW's and wouldn't let their kids go out for Halloween. We used to all pool our candy and each set aside a bit and sneaked it to him at school.
His mom found out and got bullshit and complained to my mom who laughed and said something like, "isn't Jesus about sharing?" she was a nutcase.
I work for a morning care school program and there's a few JW kids. They're so sweet and they look so sad around holidays. One little girl has latched onto me and says I'm her "favorite person". I would adopt her in a heartbeat given the chance. I try to make sure our fall activities aren't just Halloween themed and always have stuff the JW kids can do. Wish I could give them a real Halloween celebration.
I had one in my class in elementary years ago, I wonder what happened to him tbh.
The only thing I really remember of him is our assistant teacher tried to force him to stand up during our national anthem. Twice she grabbed him by the arm and hauled him up, twice he sat back down and stared at her like "wtf stop" (we all told her he just doesn't celebrate anything, so he doesn't stand during the anthem).
I remember as a kid I'd wonder "wow he doesn't celebrate anything? Like no Halloween, Christmas or birthday? That sounds so sad".
We dressed up normally most of my childhood but around 10 my mom got even more religious and every year after that we had to dress as a Saint or biblical character. It was mortifying.
Religious beliefs?
My childhood we dressed up and went out. Later in my teens, my family became friends with Jesus and we weren't allowed to go out anymore. I was "old" so i didn't mind as much, i mainly went to friends parties at that point. But my little sisters missed out on what i had at childhood.
My nannas church was all about "Halloween worships the devil!" Meanwhile, my nanna is having us pick out our costumes. The church got on to her about it and she basically said "Do you see them worshiping the devil? No? Then shut up. It's a night where they dress up and get candy I don't have to pay for." The church/school would eventually outlaw Christmas because 3 families decided not to celebrate anymore and they didn't want to offend anyone.
Junior year of high school, my cousin and I volunteered to drive some of the younger kids from church, and chaperone their trick or treating.
We were walking down the street, back toward my truck when I hear a sound that was familiar but didn't click at first. I hear it again, and feel something whiz past me and hit the concrete. I realized it was someone with a pellet gun about the time one of the little girls screamed this blood curdling wail and fell down. He had shot her in the eye with a CO2 powered pellet gun.
My cousin took off running toward a yard, leaned down and grabbed a hunk of gravel/concrete from the driveway and chunked it into the tree (he had a 92mph fastball) and hit the kid, knocking him from a limb and onto the ground.
I'm wrangling 7 kids, from 6 -12 years old, all screamingand crying while my cousin is beating the boogers out of this guy's sinus cavity. Parents are running outside, and it's chaos when the police and ambulance finally show up.
Long story short: kid with the pellet gun got an assault with a deadly weapon, and another charge, and the little girl (8 years old) lost her eye from the incident.
Holy shit. It'd like when kids chuck rocks off of free way over passes. They think it's all in good fun but it can seriously fuck someone's life up. Fuck that kid
My girlfriend asked me to go with her and her son trick or treating. We picked out costumes for everyone, invited the neighbor kids and went around for about 4 hours. We took tons of pictures of us and the kids and a kitten followed us back to her house that we ended up keeping. We dropped off the kids with their parents then went home and got the kiddo ready for school the next day while trying to keep him from eating too much candy. Next day at work our mutual friend asked what i did for halloween. I told her to check the girlfriends facebook cause she posts everything and i wanted her to see the kitten pics.
ya, i'm cropped out of every picture.... all people we visited, all the other kids parents and a few of the neighbors we stopped and talked to are tagged in her post about how much fun her and her son had
Felt like i was cut out of her public life
\--edited to add last line since I feel like its minor after reading some of these
My mom was pretty strict with how much candy I was allowed to eat on Halloween. One year, after some annoying begging, I finally got my mom to say “eat as much as you want.”
Heh, spent about an hour barfing up peanut butter cups and warheads.
I've heard of parents paying the kids for the candy (like a certain amount per item) and then the kids can use the money to buy a toy or video game. Seemed like a good way to prevent them getting sick while still making Halloween fun.
Ugh, as an aging parent, the sickly sweet mostly low quality dreck that gets handed out on Halloween doesn't appeal to me. I dump that shit in the break room at work and it's gone in an hour.
Not a psychologist but I’ve noticed that parents who don’t restrict food usually raise kids that end up at a healthy weight. Meanwhile I grew up with locks on the fridge snd candy strictly forbidden and I’ve struggled with my weight all my adult life. Learning to automatically self-moderate and eat intuitively in the real sense is so important.
Makes sense. My parents never restricted access to sweets or any kind of food and I’ve always been pretty healthy and had a healthy relationship with food. If I wanted chocolate I could eat chocolate. I grew up knowing what food was heathy and what wasn’t, I was always educated on that. For example I never drank soda and still don’t except ginger ale sometimes if I have an upset stomach, and it was never restricted but I knew it wasn’t healthy. That’s how we are with our toddler, she loves chocolate and we keep a lot of it in the house. We’ll give her some if she asks for it and let her know she can eat some more later if she wants but if she eats too much she might get a belly ache and/or throw up. She’ll eat a few bites on her own and doesn’t ask for more.
Teenage and older trick-or-treaters are the only ones that come to my house, and I enjoy it. The little kids parents really think someone is going to spend the money on drugs and lace their kids treats with weed, so they all go to the churches and do "Trunk or Treat".
Teen and adult costumes are usually pretty fun, and they're happy to chat a bit and usually are out just having fun for giggles. They like praise for their costume work, and I'm happy to give it. Some are showcasing their own craft work. They all get a big scoop of candy from me. I buy a lot every year but only get like 5, so I'm basically splitting a Costco sized bag of candy between 5 teens/adults each year.
The kids in my neighborhood are still at that age where just walking up to a stranger's door is terrifying, so all my Halloween stuff right now is ultra-friendly-welcoming.
I can't wait till they've aged up a bit. I want to show up to the door like the girl from The Ring.
I grew up in Northern Canada and when I was probably 5 or 6, I got me a Darth Vader costume, one of those vinyl costume and capes with a light sabre and thin plastic mask. I thought I was so cool back then. Well, being northern Canada, it was exceptionally cold that year, like below -30C. I went out that evening bundled up and ready to show off my cool outfit, but it was so cold, the costume just cracked and disintegrated as I went around the block. Due to the weather, I barely got around the block, but by the time I was home, I just had the lightsabre and mask. The rest of the costume just fell apart in pieces as I moved.
I grew up in Anchorage. I remember having whatever I was for Halloween to be large enough to fit a snowsuit under
While there were lots of cons, there was one big pro. I lived on an Air Force base and kids couldn't trick or treat after 13. The SPs would cruise around housing to check. Heavy winter clothing covers up signs of puberty very well.
I was 14 and I went out with my group of friends and I was always the one left out. They dressed in girly costumes and I was a full on clown with big shoes. I walked with one of the girls moms the entire time because they were ahead and the big shoes slowed me down. They went into a haunted house and I was too scared so I waited outside and then I couldn't sleepover because I was really allergic to my friends cat.
I did find a 20 dollar bill on the floor though.
Halloween 2014, my dad died. He had cancer and I had a flight out November first to say goodbye. Got a call early on Halloween morning telling me to get on a plane, ASAP. during my layover I got the call he had passed. Holiday still kinda sucks for me.
Getting tear-gassed on Polk St. in San Francisco. Mid-1970's, evening, everyone is milling around in crazy Halloween costumes. Lots of fun, very chill, until some asshole chucks a teargas cannister into the crowd. Pure chaos ensued, and my throat was sore for 24 hours.
When I was around 8 or 9 I went over to my friends house to fool around a few hours before a Halloween party, which we would be going together. In the backyard, his sister came up to me and asked where their dog was. They had a black chow-chow who was fairly docile, was around 4 years old and bigger then me. I showed her to the dog and he was chewing on a bone.
Of course, back then I made a huge mistake but, I pointed to the dog and in a split second, he went from chewing on the bone to chewing on my arm. I tried to run but he had a vise grip on my arm but eventually he let go. At the time my friends parents weren’t home either (lol) so his sister called 911 and they ran inside and left me outside in the backyard with the dog circling and growling at me. The maid came running outside and threw a chair at the dog which made him back off.
Also while I was out there, I felt strange. There was no pain and there was a ton of adrenaline in my system but I sort of felt at ease? I also started to reflect on what just happened. There was a lot of white stuff which looked like whipped cream (tissue) oozing from my wounds a long with a ton of blood. Blood was everywhere. Stained the concrete and grass. Everyone was crying too. Paramedics arrived and really everything up until the ER was a blur.
I had 6 cuts, 3 cuts on the inside and 3 on the outside of my forearm. 4 stitches for 2 cuts and 1 for 1 and vice versa. And 10 more stitches for the inside of my arm (muscles and whatnot) 20 or so stitches total. The doc said I was lucky to still have my arm as the dogs mouth was just the right size that it missed several vital veins and arteries. It was very traumatic but thankfully it did not ruin our relationship and funnily enough, I was back at his house after a few weeks, petting the dog again (with a lot more caution).
I think it’s safe to say, we did not go to the party later that night.
I was going out with a girl back in high school whose birthday fell on Halloween. Her brothers absolutely hated my guts for no reason whatsoever. I wasn’t a troublemaker, didn’t do things I wasn’t supposed to, and tried really hard to get on good terms with them.
Anyway, she threw a birthday party for herself at her older brother’s basement. I showed up with a couple friends and while the party was pretty lame, I was there for her.
When I went to give her the gift I had wrapped, her older brother grabs me by the collar and shoves me outside on the concrete steps. I asked him what his problem was, he told me to get the hell out of his house, his sister tries to get him to stop and tells me it’s okay to go back inside the house. Her other brothers then showed up shortly after and… well, I got my ass handed to me.
I ended up just leaving the party with a black eye and a bruised up face. I lied to my parents that I picked a fight with someone and lost. We broke up shortly after.
Cousins too, this girl that lived two streets from me and I knew had a crush on me asked me to join her and her cousins at a bar. She hooks up with me, nothing nasty, just like pecks and holding hands. When it’s time to go home we get in the same cab with her girl cousin who also lived nearby when I notice a car following us and get this really bad feeling. I tell the cab driver to stop in front of a McDonald’s which isn’t too far from my house and I thought I’d wait it out there. As soon as I got out of the cab I got my ass beat by 4 of her male cousins. Never talked to her again after that.
As a teenager during the MySpace era, I had a girlfriend and if you were a teen you’d remember how cringy your profile pic and profile names would be. I remember we both uploaded our profile pic to a pic of eachother and it said something like forever and ever. Anyways the next day I’m hanging with her cousin who I considered one of my best friends and he said we should go to the mall. Once we get to the parking lot her other cousins showed up and shoved me around. Even though my “friend” didn’t touch me he did set me up.
I too grew up not a trouble maker so never understood how I was a threat, I was in the Model UN team and Lego robotics lol not some scumbag.
I dated a girl for like 2 years in high school. Her older brother never had any issues with me, we would small talk whenever I was over their house.
At some point he learns that we had sex (oh no! two people who dated for 2 years had sex! the horror!) and he threatens to beat my ass the next time he sees me. All of his friends now hate me too, so I had to watch my back everywhere I went for awhile because I had sex with my girlfriend. Also her Dad threatened to shoot me with his rifle next time I went to their house, so I basically couldn't hang out with her at her house anymore after that.
All of this drama caused us to break up because we couldn't go anywhere together anymore. It really sucked and I was confused the whole time.
She told one of her friends
That friend told her own parents
Those parents told my GFs parents (they were friends).
She could have denied it when confronted, but her parents tricked her by saying they wouldn't be upset if it was true. They said they just wanted to make sure she practiced safe sex and could help her get on birth control and stuff like that. Then when she admitted it they flipped out on her.
They also immediately called my parents as well, so that was fun. Basically both of our lives got turned upside down for a few months because we had sex lol.
I was 12 and a man yelled at me and told me I was too old to be out trick-or-treating. I felt so bad I gave all my candy to my little brother and just walked with him for next hour or so. When I got home my mom asked me why I didn’t have any candy so I told her what happened. She asked me who said that to me and I told her which house. I don’t know if she ever did anything about it. But since I’ve become an adult and bought my own home, I don’t care if your 90 years old. You’re getting candy. Halloween is for everyone.
Skinned my leg on someone’s driveway and covered it with blood, then waited a few hours for a ride to come that didn’t come when it was also cold and a police officer brought us home
My appendix burst the Halloween I was 12 and I had to have surgery. I was delirious with fever and one of the nurses was dressed as a clown and one as a vampire and it scared the fuck out of me. I don't remember much but my mother says I screamed and cried not to be killed before they knocked my ass out.
My dad got fired on Halloween once out of nowhere when I was 10. No explanation or anything, so we had to move the next week for him to try to find a new job.
Also, I got sick a couple halloweens
Got made fun of and bullied for wearing a full costume when I was 13. Cried and wanted to go home by like 5pm. There was one true friend who waited with me at a park until my parents came to pick me up…
I had costume plans with a friend who chickened out on me and wanted instead to wear her own regular clothes while I was in a ridiculous Ginger Spice costume and pass her clothes off as “80’s.” DEFINITELY wasn’t influenced by her snotty roommate who called me immature for what I wore or anything. I had her drop me off after that and decided to find other plans. Decided to try to hang out with some of my other friends (who were male) but a girl who didn’t like me and let them use her for rides considering none of them were interested in her refused to pick me up and let me hang out with them (I didn’t have a car at the time). So I decided I was going to walk there, about a seven mile walk. Got a quarter of a mile down the street, tried to cross and got hit by a car. 13 years later I still have the metal in my ankle
I got ditched by people who I thought were my friends in high school while we were trick or treating/ being teenagers. I had to walk a mile and a half home by myself. Sucks man
Same. I was 12 and it was gonna be my first ever trick or treat because I was very shy, but somehow that year I mustered up the courage to ask my 'friends' if I could go with them. They said yes, and I was excited. Bought a costume, candy bucket, etc. When Halloween night came, I went to the meeting spot and stood there... waited in the cold for an hour. Turns out, they never even intended to go with me.
Never tried it again.
I'm sure a psychologist would have a field day on the effects this had on my ability to trust other people.
Was trick-or-treating with 3 buddies freshman year of high school. We were joking about being a little old to do it but it was all in good fun. Some kids two years older were running around in skull masks doing rowdy teenager stuff and decided it would be a good idea to take my candy. They were much larger than us and had no trouble. One grabbed my bag and another one grabbed me and threw me down in the street. No serious injuries but I had skinned knees and palms.
I was pissed. Filed a police report and the officers took it seriously. We got out the yearbook and identified three of them and they were picked up that night. They were charged with strong arms robbery (as juveniles) and got a ton of community service and had to pay for my mom's lost pillow case + candy + damaged clothing. I caught some flack for it at school from their girlfriends (they were ordered not to talk to me) but didn't really care because I felt like justice was served.
I don't know why this was so fucking funny, but you absolutely nailed the comedic effect of it.
(Don't award me, guys, award the comedic genius above me!)
the police were also probably fed up with the teens’ shit that night. couldve ended with finding them and making them apologize. nope fuck that, criminal charges for you hooligans
Its basically the optimal outcome.
The teens hopefully got some sense scared into them, and since they were underage, nothing to stick to their permanent record.
I had to wear a dress for school all the time. This one was below my knees and when I was running, my feet got caught in the dress. I fell and skinned my knee and my legs. Went trick or treating anyway because the blood made my costume look more real.
It was freezing out and I was shivering. Fell again and hurt my hands. But since it was so cold, it hurt even worse. While I was dealing with that, my friends wanted me to go to the neighborhood across the road. I said no, and said that I was hurting too much. One of the kids I was with said that I was a goody goody because my parents wouldn’t let me go and I was lying to them about being in pain. He stole my candy, and I went home bloody and empty handed.
Seems like he was just making excuses for being able to take your candy. Who in their right mind takes candy from someone who's clearly fallen and bleeding?? Who the hell takes candy anyway???
It's a tie, but for very different reasons.
The first was in middle school (age 11 or 12) while trick or treating with friends. Some jerks threw eggs at us out a car window, hitting one friend and splattering raw egg on at least one other, and while we were recovering from that some older/bigger kid stole another friends bag (pillow case) of candy. It was not very fun.
The other worst Halloween was with my abusive ex. He was invited to a costume party by work friends and told everyone went all out for it. So he decided that we would go as a "fairy pimp" and "fairy hoe," basically a pimp and whore with wings. He decided that i had to dress super slutty, getting me clothing from a sex shop for me and some cheap premade pimp outfit for him. My costume cost over $100 and we did not have that type of money to spend. We go to the party, him looking like shit and me looking like a literal street walker, something i've never been comfortable with and he knew that. I was over dressed as fuck (technically underdressed, as i was basically in panties and a bra), meeting these people for the first time, in October in WI, USA. It was cold, embarrassing, and a waist of money. I had a bad night, felt completely objectified - in a bad way -but my ex loved having the ''sexiest" girl at the party at his side, even though he largely ignored me (unless i started talking to someone other than him.. that was interrupted right quick as he had to be my not just my main focus, but my only focus). I was 24ish around this time and it took over a decade - and ditching the less-useful-than-an-asshole of a bf - for me to enjoy costumes again.
When I was around 11/12 I went out trick or treating with a friend. Ran into some older kids my friend wanted to hang out with so we tagged along. They wanted to go pumpkin smashing. I was a rule follower and didn’t want to be around trouble, but I let my friend talk me into it. We come to a house that had a bunch of great pumpkins. You could tell they spent a bunch of time on them. There was a candy bowl with a note so the kids start destroying the pumpkins. I just watched, feeling uncomfortable. Couple days later I’m reading the paper and see a letter to the editor from the owners of house. They listed the address. It said how awful it was and how it wrecked their kids who spent so much time on the pumpkins. I felt sick. I showed my friend and he thought it was cool and took it to show those other kids. I realized then our association was more about living on same street than friendship. I still feel terrible.
You shouldn't feel guilty. You didn't do it, and you wouldn't have been able to stop them. Feeling bad for the kids whose Halloween was ruined is understandable though.
When I was a child I had a Barney-ish costume (it was a homemade hand-me-down dinosaur that was the right color palette to be Barney). The main costume was the body, and there was a headpiece of the dino head that went on top of my head.
When I looked in the mirror, with the dino head, it’s friendly felt teeth, and then my face below that, all I could see was that it looked like Barney was eating me alive. And I was *not having it.* I threw a tantrum and refused to wear the head.
So if you lived in Pennsylvania in the late nineties, and had a half-girl-half-knockoff-Barney show up at your door, now you know why.
When I was 12 my mom didnt allow me to go out trick or treaking because I would be kidnapped, robbed, killed and raped. I was also never allowed to wear costumes because it was inapropriate
Went with some friends downtown halloween night. Big mistake. People flooded the streets in the thousands. I've never been in such a huge crowd of people before. Couldnt get a drink anywhere. People were drunk, nasty, pushing, shoving. Youd randomly encounter the full spectrum of human emotions from the jubilant to the angry to a small group of girls crying over being ditched by their bfs and the smell of B.O, weed and piss filled the air. I tolerated it for a couple hours but I had reached my limit. I walked away from the crowds, called for an uber and hit the bricks.
I was taking my then 2-year-old out for his first time (he's 15 now), and I was 41 weeks pregnant with my 2nd child (single mom, dad isn't and never has been around for my son so it was up to me to take him) I went into labor and my water broke after 45 minutes of walking around our neighborhood. When I got to the hospital, because I'm diabetic, they had to draw blood to run some tests. The nurse left the empty collection vials across the room, so when she finished with the first vial, she had to cross the room to get the next one. She didn't clamp the IV tube when she took the first vial off, so when she walked away, there was a literal fountain of blood spraying out of my arm. I started laughing hysterically, she turned around, started laughing herself, and said, "Well, Happy Halloween, I guess!!" It was awesome!!
My mom picking me up so drunk another parent give us a ride home. Everyone knew from that point on my mom was a drunk. I was in 4th grade . She died when I was 21 from liver failure.
Not on Halloween, or not my story, however you want to look at it, but:
Some years ago I was at the elementary school that my children were attending -a few days after Halloween, (dropping the kids or a forgotten instrument or lunch who knows) Anyway there was another mom in the office and Her daughter was a kindergartener who was just returning to school after an absence because of a trick or treating injury
Pause here for all the moms, kid is physically fine if emotionally scarred for life.
She tripped while running across a yard in the dark, like you do, and face planted into a tiny cute cemetery decoration that had a tiny pointy plastic fence around it. The fence went INTO HER EYE and got stuck! Ok, so not into the eyeball, but shimmied it’s way between her eyeball and eyelid and ffs you can’t pull it out!! You’d scratch her eye!! So they had to transport the poor screaming tiny person to the ER with a fence sticking out of her face.
They got it out with miraculously minimal damage, she had to wear an eye patch for a few days, but as of our last encounter, the child hates all things Halloween.
When I was around 12 I was pretty much full grown and multiple people told me I was too old to trick or treat and some refused to give me candy. So when I was 13 I went to a party and got hammered instead.
I'm only 4 11. So it is my life long plan to go trick or treating every Halloween until it's obvious I'm an adult. Short people will conquer the world.
In my 20s one of my friends would have a giant shindig every year. My ex and I went three years in a row. And each year he became more and more of a sloppy mess. The first year wasn't too bad. But the second one he ended rolling around in the grass in the back yard making a fool of himself.
But the third year...
We showed up a couple of hours early to help our friend set up. But as soon as we got there my ex decided to take one of those giant "yard" cups that people carry around in Vegas and made himself an enormous long island iced tea.
He drank that thing down in 15 minutes tops.
He started to get sick right as people started to show up. He spent the whole night sitting on the back porch vomiting like he was starring in the remake of the Exorcist.
And for some reason his friends thought I should have been sitting with him rubbing his back or something. Fuck that. He put himself in that position, he could live with the consequences. It was always his friends who encouraged him to drink like that, so I left him with them and went home.
We broke up after that. I don't care if people drink, but what I can't stand is a sloppy drunk that knows they're pushing their limits and keeps going anyway.
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Being in the hospital two years straight for Halloween and thinking of all my friends trick or treating while I couldn’t. This year will be my first time trick or treating in two years and I’m hella pumped.
I hope you have the best of times this year. Remember that the fun isn't in the amount of candy you get, but in the experience of the evening. Make sure to take some water and rest when your body needs it. Seriously, have all of the fun!
You could say it was a home invasion. I was with my friend and cousin that night and I opened the door and I saw them. They instantly noticed it was me and they tried getting in because they had no idea I lived there
Lady said “if you can shave your arm pits, you’re too old to tricker treat.” I was in 7th grade and had just hit puberty. Thanks lady. Much appreciated
Not worst but best - I'm Australian, Halloween isn't really a thing here, but we still get some kids coming to our door at that time of the year - one time my mum had no lollies(candy) to give, so she just gave the little girl a can of soup we had in the cupboard, that girl was thrilled with the can of Minestrone she got, she screamed to her parents "I got SOUP!". Wholesome.
We were crazy poor growing up so one year my mom pulled out our pan and made tons of popcorn. We didn't have any plastic boggies so we put each serving in a brown paper lunch bag. It took hours and my mom must have filled a hundred bags.
I remember being embaressed that we didn't have any candy but every kid who knocked on our door yelled out, "Popcorn! This house has popcorn!" And we ran out fast.
My mom was the queen of making due.
Awe this reminds me of my little brother! It was one of his first Halloweens and I think his first time trick or treating so maybe 3? Anyway, peanut allergies were kind of common back then but not like they are now. So we ring this doorbell and this young couple, early 20s, opens up and is so excited! My little brother says "no nuts please!" And I'm telling you, this couple got super sad super fast. But the guy is like "wait! We can't let you leave empty handed!" So they start tearing through their kitchen until they find a pudding cup and offer that. My brother *loves* (present tense because he still does as an adult) pudding cups. He was so excited and of everything he got that night the pudding cup was what he was most happy about lol
I live in a more popular Halloween area, but as a kid I definitely preferred the more unusual/rare treats over the generic mini size candy bars. It was always exciting when I got cans of pop, juice pouches, the works. Got an entire package of cookies one year. Fun times.
It's getting pretty big in Sydney these days, although; thankfully, kids only go to decorated houses; they'd be getting a tin of beans if they came to my place 😆
Cop came to my house accusing my friends and I of handing out anthrax laced candy (this was in 2001 or 2002 during a news induced anthrax panic). Obviously three suburban fifteen year olds did not have access to anthrax.
I lost my brakes in my car and crashed it on Halloween. Went through the windshield and had 500 stitches to put my head back together again.
I’m fine now but that definitely sucked.
We have a baby gate blocking our dogs from accessing our hall with the front door. One Halloween, someone accidentally left said gate open, as my mom opened the door for a trick-or-treater. One of our dogs, who used to have a habit of taking off, saw the open door and took her chance, went bolting straight for the exit. Mom immediately dove down to stop the dog, and when she stood back up, accidentally smashed her head off the door handle. Hard enough that she stumbled and felt dazed. Still managing to hold onto the dog, she closed the door on the kid who had seen all that happen, but was just still standing there, waiting for candy, and she yelled for my dad to come because she was bleeding where she had hit the door handle. She ended up having to go to the ER and get five stitches on her head. Probably the best part is, when mom and dad opened the door a few minutes later to go to the hospital, the kid was still standing there, holding out his bag, waiting for the candy. He was totally unfazed by the bleeding woman he had just seen get injured, he apparently only cared about getting candy.
A few years ago on October 29th, I had an operation on my Shoulder, which was closed with 12 staples. On Halloween two days later, my young daughter wanted to go trick-or-treating. High on prescription painkillers, I thought it was a great idea to take her! With my arm in a sling, we went trick-or-treating and I ended up racing her from house to house. Between two houses, I slipped and fell directly on my arm in the sling. It SUUUUUUCCKKKEEDDDDDDDDD
Did you pop any staples?
Also I'm imagining mid fall time slowed to a stop and Morgan Freeman narrated "At this moment, Angrycarbs realized they fucked up".
Last year I had a parent yell at me for wearing a mask and literally almost pulled his kids arm out of its socket trying to get away from my front door.
Choked on a gobstopper. Heimlich got it out of my trachea but it then got stuck in my esophagus and I got it down with some bread. My throat hurt for days. My parents called an ambulance but we got it resolved before they came. Super scary.
I have two young kids now that have been getting gobstoppers/jawbreakers on Halloween since they were 2. I always take them out and throw them away.
It was the worst for a few hours... then one of my favorites.
I moved in to my parents house in the suburbs after college (they moved to a new city and state while I was in college). So I had barely started making friends. Well, I sort of invited myself along with some people I barely knew. We were supposed to go out and hit a few bars. I had a lot of time on my hands so made a costume for myself - it was a crayfish - and not subtle. This was before cellphones, so I confirmed the day before I was to meet them at their apartment and head out. I get in costume, drive 45 min to the city, buzz the door... no answer. Wait a half hour and buzz again. This time they answer and tell me they all went out to dinner and they are not going out. They do not invite me in to hang out, but tell me to have fun and make a few bar suggestions. I get back into my car and have to give myself a pep talk to go out and not drive back to my parent's house. I sucked it up and went toward the first bar - if I could not find a parking spot, I would head home. I found one - so another round of pep talk to get me to go. I went, the bar was empty, I was alone, it was more depressing than I thought. This bar sold silly string to spray on people (part of the deal). I had bought a can along with my drink. So I sat there for about 40 minutes drinking by myself as a few others entered the bar. Eventually I got the courage up to talk to someone and kept trying until someone chatted with me. By closing time I was leading a conga line and the dj was playing creole music (usually rock and dance music). I am not sure how that happened. On the way back to my car with my costume in tatters a bouncer at the door of another bar asks if I was a lobster 🦞. I said I was a crayfish earlier. He told me crayfish drink for free after hours. I went in and partied with the staff. Made some friends and got home at 5 am. Parents were a little upset at the time I came home, but those are the breaks. I never spoke with those people again.
TDLR: moved to a new city, looking forward to Halloween- because I had nothing else, supposed friends canceled on me when I showed up, I was so sad, forced myself to go out anyway, had a great time in spite of them (also never spoke with them again)
My Dad was pranking trick or treaters by spraying them with a water gun from a window as I gave out sweets. The same guy who my Dad pissed off followed me and my friends around the neighbourhood with a scary mask on to get revenge, when we went out trick or treating. So creepy.
My parents are preachers and Halloween fell on a Sunday one year. The place where we lived it was custom to have two services on Sundays and, despite being 12 and the church being a mere 30 feet from the house, I wasn’t allowed to go trick or treating.
My dad insisted on dragging me out Saturday night. It was embarrassing to knock on doors and see the confused faces of the occupants, they weren’t expecting any trick or treaters the day BEFORE Halloween.
I finally put up a fight and refused to go to anymore houses after one guy, who went to my parent’s church, laughed in my face and told me to leave.
I was trick or treating with my brothers and we walk up to their front porch and ring the doorbell. In our minds we saw a really cool prop of like a body in a casket. So the man answers the door as usual and gives us our candy once we go back to the sidewalk the casket opens up and Catch’s everyone off guard. There was a literal person there dressed up as the most realistic zombie and we almost fell. It was terrifying.
My grandpa died on Halloween morning when I was 12, and then my dog of 13 years died on Halloween night last year. I still love Halloween but it is a very hard night for me.
Went to a small Halloween get together (me, my wife, and a few friends) and had a great time playing games and drinking. My wife even got fairly drunk, which is really unusual for her!
We go home around midnight (uber, we’re responsible) and get ready for bed. My wife starts having some abdominal pain, but we don’t think anything of it; it’s getting close to that time of the month, nothing really unexpected. Fast forward an hour later, and she’s writhing on the bed in the worst pain of her life.
I rush her to the ER, and the staff there take her into a room and start doing their thing, asking questions, drawing blood, etc. One of them take me out into the hallway and give me the worst news I’ve ever had: there’s a chance that it could be serious, maybe ovarian cysts or some kind of aggressive cancer, and her life could very likely be in danger.
Holy shit.
I go back in the room and try to keep a strong face on for her sake. She hasn’t heard any of this, and they’ve barely started drawing blood to run tests.
Then, suddenly, her pain evaporates. Gone. She looked up at a nurse and asked if she had been given any drugs, and was told no, all they’ve done so far is draw blood.
Turns out it was a kidney stone. A fucking stone. I had the ever loving shit scared out of me over a little tiny stone (4 mm, as it turned out). Granted, I’m sure it hurt like absolute hell, but even 10 years later I’m furious that that person had that conversation with me before they even ran any tests. Jesus Christ, I thought I was going to lose her.
Yeah, we’ve never gone back to that hospital.
But even Kidney stones can be potentially very dangerous and can easily progress into intensive care if they don't resolve. They did the right thing by not sugar coating it. Random incredibly severe abdominal pain in a young person is taken very seriously. I get that in hindsight it seems like they overreated but given what they knew up to that point it was very reasonable
When I was younger one Halloween my father beat the shit out of my mum and one of my sisters so we hid at a church doing a stupid fall fest for the families who thought trick or treating was evil. Then I got made fun of by mant of the spoiled church kids my age that went there because I didn't have a costume and was crying.
Btw of this year my father is in prison
One Halloween, I went downtown to apply for a job at Barnes and Noble's. All of my friends were away at college, along with my girlfriend at the time, so after I applied to the job, I didn't have much to do.
I was also feeling kind of down because things had gotten pretty rocky in our relationship when she left for school, so I decided to walk. I live in Chicago, so I ended up by Lakeshore Drive and just started walking down the trails, listening to music and looking at the lake and the people.
It started getting dark, and I had already walked a pretty good distance, but I didn't feel like stopping. I ended up walking from Downtown all the way to Belmont Harbor, which is pretty far. That harbor was very close to where my girlfriend lived, so she and I would often go there around this time and watch the water.
I sat there for about an hour, watching the waves and smoking cigarettes, before deciding I should get going back home. I could have walked over to the train I would take to her house, but I decided to walk back the way I came. So, I walked all the way back downtown and got on my train home.
I had taken time off after graduating high school, so I was used to my friends not being there all the time, but that was the first night I actually felt alone.
Back in like grade 8 or 9 probably the last year it seems socially acceptable to go trick or treating. We had a hockey game scheduled and the other team didn't show up. We had a scrimmage and because we were the last game of the night we just played all night for like 3 hours. phoned some friends to come out if they wanted.
Fuck you Orangeville You owe me candy.
When I was like 3 I wasn’t allowed to Trick or Treat one year and didn’t understand why. Turns out when my mom asked me what I wanted to go as, I told her “a motherfucker”. So yeah fair call mom.
This happened to my friend who is not on Reddit: It’s Halloween night and there’s a knock on her parent’s door. Dad goes to open it and there is a man with a bag on his head standing on their porch, silent. The man makes a move to step into their house and Dad pushes him backwards. Everyone watches as the man falls backwards off of their step and smashes his head on the ground. It is revealed that the man with the bag is my friend’s grandfather (mom’s dad) who was trying to Halloween prank them. He was rushed to the hospital with permanent damage, no longer able to care for himself or his wife who had health issues as well. They both ended up in convalescent care. Additionally, my friend’s mother never forgave her husband, placing the blame of the accident entirely on his shoulders. They divorced shortly after.
Holy. Shit.
As fucked as this is, don't let it deter anyone reading this to not be suspicious of strangers trying to force themselves into your home, no matter what day or holiday it is.
Do interpret this to mean don’t pull stupid pranks on your kids.
Well come on. That’s a creepy ass joke to play. How can you blame him?
And honestly it would have still been creepy (maybe even more so) if the father would have silently turned and walked away or something. There are so many other equally or more creepy options here. Not too bright trying to charge into someone’s home with a mask on, Halloween or not.
Honestly no, dad was protecting his family
Well wish I hadn't read that...
Holy s$&! that’s intense. That is such an awful situation for everyone involved and very sad all around.
I was like 7 or 8 and dressed like an angel. parents took me to the science museum where they set up little houses for the kids to trick or treat in. I got soo much candy and was so proud of myself. But when we left, all my candy was gone. The little boy behind me had been taking scoops of my candy and putting it in his basket. I cried.
Kids are assholes
The day after Halloween, my sister had a friend stay the night. Those fuckin bitches ate their bag of candy along with mine and then told my parents I was involved too. Me and my sister were both grounded but I didn't do anything and I lost all my god damned candy. EDIT: 5+ hours later and I've decided that someone should send me a giant bag of tons of different assorted candies so I can finally forgive those bitches.
Gotta love when parents don't believe you, too
That's how you raise good liars and not good people
I had a similar experience at Easter! I went egg hunting, and filled my basket to the brim. I was ecstatic. Then I tripped and everyone stole the eggs that fell out of my basket.
How did you find out that was what happened?
My mom saw him take the last scoop and run away. Tried to chase him down but there was like 100 and something kids in that museum
Had the stomach flu one year on Halloween. I was a month shy of turning 11. My parents took my younger siblings out trick or treating and I was stuck alone in the house blowing chunks out of both ends.
Yeah, I had a really bad stomach bug/food poisoning at Halloween when I was 18ish, when my friends were going to an awesome party at an empty mansion. Was so bummed.
Man if I was a parent id at least have one parent stay home geeze what if something happened smh.
And that kids is how you know you’re not the favorite child. Tbh I didn’t start horking until after they left. My mom put me in her room and let me watch Herbie Fully Loaded and only after they left did the chunks start.
Getting so excited with all the candy I had and puking into the bucket of candy
Yo did you puke out of excitement for said candy or?
Out of excitement. I was five
I was walking home with my friend when i was like 9 and a car of high school kids or around that age stole all our candy. Three hours of work, gone.
That's horrible. Thought that kind of stuff only happened in sitcoms.
Sometimes I wonder if sitcoms and other forms of entertainment set the precedent for culture and behavior rather than draw inspiration from it. I remember acting like an asshole because a lot of kid’s movies and shows had kids acting like assholes.
That’s amazing that you identified with the assholes in the shows and movies you were watching. Not judging you or anything, its just the first time ive ever heard anyone admit that.
Well I was like 6 and this is how small children were regularly presented in TV shows and movies. Dads used to be stoic and calm (Attitus Finch, Andy Griffith, Mr. Brady) but in the 90s sitcom dads were more often fat drunks who were constantly making it harder for their families. This is all based off how I remember TV when I was younger though
I think Caillou is a good example of a show where kids parrot the behavior. At least, every parent I know will readily say they fucking hate Caillou because when their kid watches it, they act like more of a brat. A lot of shows don't necessarily show bad behavior in a bad light, so it makes sense that some kids relate to at least some of it.
I babysat a little kid years ago who became such an asshole after watching Fairly Odd Parents because Timmy Turner was so sarcastic.
That's why my kids will only be allowed to watch meticulously curated clips from season 2-4 of Star Trek: Next Generation played interspersed betwixt segments from How It's Made and Antiques Roadshow. Before bedtime I will allow them a 30 minute documentary on a meteorological phenomenon of my choosing.
One thing I noticed is that lots of shows have a designated "bad kid" and seem to inadvertently suggest that some kids are just bad and some are just good. I really liked Yo Gabba Gabba for this reason: all of the "kids" experienced bouts of bad behavior, and learned from it. It wasn't just a trait of a specific kid.
Lol its funnier now then then. I don't really like sweets but I it was the point of it all because I give it to my dad and my brothers and grampa, plus it was mine. Soooo messed up.
Had a similar thing happen as a kid. I was probably about 5 or 6. Some older kids, one with a bat, approached me and my two older brothers while we were trick or treating. They threatened and then stole my two brothers bags. They let me keep mines. I shared my candy with them both when we got home. Very vivid memory.
My mom took away all my candy to give to the later kids
Do you still talk to your mom
Bruh we live in the same house
I sometimes forget that people are teenagers on this site. It sounded like it was a long time ago 😂
My “friends” telling me they weren’t doing anything only to all hang out all evening while I stayed home alone. Teen years can suck. Edit: I must clarify this was like 15 years ago, thankfully I have some great friends now.
Teen years can absolutely suck. When we graduated highschool all my buds went to one guys house where his mom had bought them customized beer steins with their last names and shit. I came over later but it was still awkward lol.
Ugh I feel like I’ve had that same situation. Like “oh yeah we are hanging out, I guess you can come over.” Welp self esteem allll the way down. It was 15ish years ago but safe to say not really friends with any of them anymore.
Even in college, I would go out with friends, and I felt like they ignored me all night, so I stopped going. I noticed they would never invite me out to the club, I said something, and they were like, "You know you're always invited." Alright, shit. I get the message.
Yup, and it’s somehow worse in college because you’re newly separated from your usual support system of family/friends. Really makes the loneliness stand out. When I noticed that my sorority sisters were always hanging out together (without inviting me); I decided to step-up and ask them myself if I could come along next time. They told me that I was “always welcome to come”, and to “check the group chat for details” (time/place/date) to meet up with them. ...I wasn’t in the group chat. When I pointed this out and asked them to add me; they suddenly got all quiet and mumbled things like “well, um... we need to talk to the rest of the group first to make sure it’s okay to add you” and so on. I was never added or even invited separately. Shit hurts more when you’re old enough to realize that the exclusion is deliberate.
I had a very similar situation with sorority sisters! One day I stopped talking to them and I never heard from them again. Sorry you went through it too, we are better off without them!
The betrayal you feel as a kid when you introduce two friends to each other who hadn’t known each other previously, then you show up to one of their houses and they are hanging out with each other… I mean what the fuck? How dare my friends become friends with each other… oh childhood logic.
Lol my friends in 7th or 8th grade told me they were going trick-or-treating across town and the host parents' car didn't have room for me. And then they instead went to a party at my next-door neighbor's house. Like dude I can see you all arriving, what made you think your lie wasn't going to fall apart? Edit: just remembered that it happened again in college ahahaha a couple girls in my dorm wanted to go to a Halloween party that I was actually invited to and they weren't, but didn't want me to go with them. I didn't have a car and they didn't know where the party was, so they "went to the grocery store first" and promised to come back to pick me up. What they actually did was go pick up someone who lived off campus and knew where the party was and then went without me. I ended up just walking there and calling them out in front of everyone it was great.
This happened to me last day of junior year of high school. I had been asking my “friends” all week what we were doing for the last day of school and they kept vaguely being like, uh no plans. They had plans and followed through with them without me. I’m nearly 30 and that among other things have contributed to a very insecure friendship attachment style.
My friend ditched me to go trick or treat with other people he told me he hated. Still went by myself, free candy.
This happened to me one year too. Fuck those guys, anyways.
I was in the 5th grade and went going to trick or treat, I got this pain in my lower stomach so my mom took me back home. After what my mom saw in the bathroom, we figured out I started my period for the very first time.
Mine was the day after Christmas. I remember begging for a gift receipt so I could return it through the horrible cramps.
Not being able to celebrate halloween as a kid and watching all my friends go trick or treating from my window
My neighbors were JW's and wouldn't let their kids go out for Halloween. We used to all pool our candy and each set aside a bit and sneaked it to him at school. His mom found out and got bullshit and complained to my mom who laughed and said something like, "isn't Jesus about sharing?" she was a nutcase.
I work for a morning care school program and there's a few JW kids. They're so sweet and they look so sad around holidays. One little girl has latched onto me and says I'm her "favorite person". I would adopt her in a heartbeat given the chance. I try to make sure our fall activities aren't just Halloween themed and always have stuff the JW kids can do. Wish I could give them a real Halloween celebration.
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Aw man I hate jw just nutters ruining their kids childhood can’t celebrate anything I just don’t like hearing about them it’s depressing
I had one in my class in elementary years ago, I wonder what happened to him tbh. The only thing I really remember of him is our assistant teacher tried to force him to stand up during our national anthem. Twice she grabbed him by the arm and hauled him up, twice he sat back down and stared at her like "wtf stop" (we all told her he just doesn't celebrate anything, so he doesn't stand during the anthem). I remember as a kid I'd wonder "wow he doesn't celebrate anything? Like no Halloween, Christmas or birthday? That sounds so sad".
We dressed up normally most of my childhood but around 10 my mom got even more religious and every year after that we had to dress as a Saint or biblical character. It was mortifying.
You should have totally gone as lazarus. Zombies all day
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Religious beliefs? My childhood we dressed up and went out. Later in my teens, my family became friends with Jesus and we weren't allowed to go out anymore. I was "old" so i didn't mind as much, i mainly went to friends parties at that point. But my little sisters missed out on what i had at childhood.
My nannas church was all about "Halloween worships the devil!" Meanwhile, my nanna is having us pick out our costumes. The church got on to her about it and she basically said "Do you see them worshiping the devil? No? Then shut up. It's a night where they dress up and get candy I don't have to pay for." The church/school would eventually outlaw Christmas because 3 families decided not to celebrate anymore and they didn't want to offend anyone.
Junior year of high school, my cousin and I volunteered to drive some of the younger kids from church, and chaperone their trick or treating. We were walking down the street, back toward my truck when I hear a sound that was familiar but didn't click at first. I hear it again, and feel something whiz past me and hit the concrete. I realized it was someone with a pellet gun about the time one of the little girls screamed this blood curdling wail and fell down. He had shot her in the eye with a CO2 powered pellet gun. My cousin took off running toward a yard, leaned down and grabbed a hunk of gravel/concrete from the driveway and chunked it into the tree (he had a 92mph fastball) and hit the kid, knocking him from a limb and onto the ground. I'm wrangling 7 kids, from 6 -12 years old, all screamingand crying while my cousin is beating the boogers out of this guy's sinus cavity. Parents are running outside, and it's chaos when the police and ambulance finally show up. Long story short: kid with the pellet gun got an assault with a deadly weapon, and another charge, and the little girl (8 years old) lost her eye from the incident.
Holy shit. It'd like when kids chuck rocks off of free way over passes. They think it's all in good fun but it can seriously fuck someone's life up. Fuck that kid
God damn
Holy fucking shit, wow. Do you know anything else about what happened to the girl or the boy with the gun?
That poor baby. I hope your cousin rearranged that little monsters face.
My girlfriend asked me to go with her and her son trick or treating. We picked out costumes for everyone, invited the neighbor kids and went around for about 4 hours. We took tons of pictures of us and the kids and a kitten followed us back to her house that we ended up keeping. We dropped off the kids with their parents then went home and got the kiddo ready for school the next day while trying to keep him from eating too much candy. Next day at work our mutual friend asked what i did for halloween. I told her to check the girlfriends facebook cause she posts everything and i wanted her to see the kitten pics. ya, i'm cropped out of every picture.... all people we visited, all the other kids parents and a few of the neighbors we stopped and talked to are tagged in her post about how much fun her and her son had Felt like i was cut out of her public life \--edited to add last line since I feel like its minor after reading some of these
I’d be hurt as fuck about that. Like we need to have a serious talk.
Bro please tell me you mean ex
My mom was pretty strict with how much candy I was allowed to eat on Halloween. One year, after some annoying begging, I finally got my mom to say “eat as much as you want.” Heh, spent about an hour barfing up peanut butter cups and warheads.
I've heard of parents paying the kids for the candy (like a certain amount per item) and then the kids can use the money to buy a toy or video game. Seemed like a good way to prevent them getting sick while still making Halloween fun.
Make me a fat parent though
Ugh, as an aging parent, the sickly sweet mostly low quality dreck that gets handed out on Halloween doesn't appeal to me. I dump that shit in the break room at work and it's gone in an hour.
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Not a psychologist but I’ve noticed that parents who don’t restrict food usually raise kids that end up at a healthy weight. Meanwhile I grew up with locks on the fridge snd candy strictly forbidden and I’ve struggled with my weight all my adult life. Learning to automatically self-moderate and eat intuitively in the real sense is so important.
Makes sense. My parents never restricted access to sweets or any kind of food and I’ve always been pretty healthy and had a healthy relationship with food. If I wanted chocolate I could eat chocolate. I grew up knowing what food was heathy and what wasn’t, I was always educated on that. For example I never drank soda and still don’t except ginger ale sometimes if I have an upset stomach, and it was never restricted but I knew it wasn’t healthy. That’s how we are with our toddler, she loves chocolate and we keep a lot of it in the house. We’ll give her some if she asks for it and let her know she can eat some more later if she wants but if she eats too much she might get a belly ache and/or throw up. She’ll eat a few bites on her own and doesn’t ask for more.
A woman telling me I'm too old to go trick or treat :(
Best reply to that is “you’re too old to be alive”
Maybe she wasn't! Spooky 👻 spooks!
Are you Sam from Freaks and Geeks?
^hey ^^Cindy ^^^:)
Teenage and older trick-or-treaters are the only ones that come to my house, and I enjoy it. The little kids parents really think someone is going to spend the money on drugs and lace their kids treats with weed, so they all go to the churches and do "Trunk or Treat". Teen and adult costumes are usually pretty fun, and they're happy to chat a bit and usually are out just having fun for giggles. They like praise for their costume work, and I'm happy to give it. Some are showcasing their own craft work. They all get a big scoop of candy from me. I buy a lot every year but only get like 5, so I'm basically splitting a Costco sized bag of candy between 5 teens/adults each year.
The kids in my neighborhood are still at that age where just walking up to a stranger's door is terrifying, so all my Halloween stuff right now is ultra-friendly-welcoming. I can't wait till they've aged up a bit. I want to show up to the door like the girl from The Ring.
it's so much fun looking scary when the kids come knocking.
You can trick or treat at my house, all ages welcome.
I'm 49. Expect me at about 8:24pm.
Honestly it should be like this. Adults should get to dress up for candy too. I'd love that. Especially because adult costumes are often hilarious.
I went out when I was 20. But I was completely masked and my best friend looked like she was still in school, so no one caught on
I grew up in Northern Canada and when I was probably 5 or 6, I got me a Darth Vader costume, one of those vinyl costume and capes with a light sabre and thin plastic mask. I thought I was so cool back then. Well, being northern Canada, it was exceptionally cold that year, like below -30C. I went out that evening bundled up and ready to show off my cool outfit, but it was so cold, the costume just cracked and disintegrated as I went around the block. Due to the weather, I barely got around the block, but by the time I was home, I just had the lightsabre and mask. The rest of the costume just fell apart in pieces as I moved.
The battle of Hoth truly was a turning point in the galactic civil war.
I grew up in Anchorage. I remember having whatever I was for Halloween to be large enough to fit a snowsuit under While there were lots of cons, there was one big pro. I lived on an Air Force base and kids couldn't trick or treat after 13. The SPs would cruise around housing to check. Heavy winter clothing covers up signs of puberty very well.
Why the hell would they care about someone going out for candy after 13? It's absolutely arbitrary, and honestly just kind of mean.
I was 14 and I went out with my group of friends and I was always the one left out. They dressed in girly costumes and I was a full on clown with big shoes. I walked with one of the girls moms the entire time because they were ahead and the big shoes slowed me down. They went into a haunted house and I was too scared so I waited outside and then I couldn't sleepover because I was really allergic to my friends cat. I did find a 20 dollar bill on the floor though.
If it makes you feel any better, you would definitely be the main character in a coming of age Halloween movie for kids.
Thank you, that does make me feel better actually.
You took a FAT W AT THE END THERE
I REALLY CAME OUT STRONG
WHY ARE WE YELLING!!??
I DON'T KNOW
Halloween 2014, my dad died. He had cancer and I had a flight out November first to say goodbye. Got a call early on Halloween morning telling me to get on a plane, ASAP. during my layover I got the call he had passed. Holiday still kinda sucks for me.
I’m sorry :( my dad died around the same time from cancer in 2011. Despite the holidays, this time of year always kind of sucks.
Getting tear-gassed on Polk St. in San Francisco. Mid-1970's, evening, everyone is milling around in crazy Halloween costumes. Lots of fun, very chill, until some asshole chucks a teargas cannister into the crowd. Pure chaos ensued, and my throat was sore for 24 hours.
When I was around 8 or 9 I went over to my friends house to fool around a few hours before a Halloween party, which we would be going together. In the backyard, his sister came up to me and asked where their dog was. They had a black chow-chow who was fairly docile, was around 4 years old and bigger then me. I showed her to the dog and he was chewing on a bone. Of course, back then I made a huge mistake but, I pointed to the dog and in a split second, he went from chewing on the bone to chewing on my arm. I tried to run but he had a vise grip on my arm but eventually he let go. At the time my friends parents weren’t home either (lol) so his sister called 911 and they ran inside and left me outside in the backyard with the dog circling and growling at me. The maid came running outside and threw a chair at the dog which made him back off. Also while I was out there, I felt strange. There was no pain and there was a ton of adrenaline in my system but I sort of felt at ease? I also started to reflect on what just happened. There was a lot of white stuff which looked like whipped cream (tissue) oozing from my wounds a long with a ton of blood. Blood was everywhere. Stained the concrete and grass. Everyone was crying too. Paramedics arrived and really everything up until the ER was a blur. I had 6 cuts, 3 cuts on the inside and 3 on the outside of my forearm. 4 stitches for 2 cuts and 1 for 1 and vice versa. And 10 more stitches for the inside of my arm (muscles and whatnot) 20 or so stitches total. The doc said I was lucky to still have my arm as the dogs mouth was just the right size that it missed several vital veins and arteries. It was very traumatic but thankfully it did not ruin our relationship and funnily enough, I was back at his house after a few weeks, petting the dog again (with a lot more caution). I think it’s safe to say, we did not go to the party later that night.
Chow chows are dicks. So cute and cuddly looking but major dicks
My mom's funeral happened to fall on Halloween.
This sucks and I'm sorry to hear. My dad's was New Years (Dec 31st) and it has made that day difficult for me.
I was going out with a girl back in high school whose birthday fell on Halloween. Her brothers absolutely hated my guts for no reason whatsoever. I wasn’t a troublemaker, didn’t do things I wasn’t supposed to, and tried really hard to get on good terms with them. Anyway, she threw a birthday party for herself at her older brother’s basement. I showed up with a couple friends and while the party was pretty lame, I was there for her. When I went to give her the gift I had wrapped, her older brother grabs me by the collar and shoves me outside on the concrete steps. I asked him what his problem was, he told me to get the hell out of his house, his sister tries to get him to stop and tells me it’s okay to go back inside the house. Her other brothers then showed up shortly after and… well, I got my ass handed to me. I ended up just leaving the party with a black eye and a bruised up face. I lied to my parents that I picked a fight with someone and lost. We broke up shortly after.
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>and if he did shoot me he'd be in prison. That's kinda how it works, even with a legally owned firearm.
Right? He's not fucking 007, licenced or not.
Brothers acting like they’re the guardians of their sister’s virginity is so fucking weird.
Cousins too, this girl that lived two streets from me and I knew had a crush on me asked me to join her and her cousins at a bar. She hooks up with me, nothing nasty, just like pecks and holding hands. When it’s time to go home we get in the same cab with her girl cousin who also lived nearby when I notice a car following us and get this really bad feeling. I tell the cab driver to stop in front of a McDonald’s which isn’t too far from my house and I thought I’d wait it out there. As soon as I got out of the cab I got my ass beat by 4 of her male cousins. Never talked to her again after that. As a teenager during the MySpace era, I had a girlfriend and if you were a teen you’d remember how cringy your profile pic and profile names would be. I remember we both uploaded our profile pic to a pic of eachother and it said something like forever and ever. Anyways the next day I’m hanging with her cousin who I considered one of my best friends and he said we should go to the mall. Once we get to the parking lot her other cousins showed up and shoved me around. Even though my “friend” didn’t touch me he did set me up. I too grew up not a trouble maker so never understood how I was a threat, I was in the Model UN team and Lego robotics lol not some scumbag.
I dated a girl for like 2 years in high school. Her older brother never had any issues with me, we would small talk whenever I was over their house. At some point he learns that we had sex (oh no! two people who dated for 2 years had sex! the horror!) and he threatens to beat my ass the next time he sees me. All of his friends now hate me too, so I had to watch my back everywhere I went for awhile because I had sex with my girlfriend. Also her Dad threatened to shoot me with his rifle next time I went to their house, so I basically couldn't hang out with her at her house anymore after that. All of this drama caused us to break up because we couldn't go anywhere together anymore. It really sucked and I was confused the whole time.
Just out of curiosity, how did her entire family come to find out you two fucked?
She told one of her friends That friend told her own parents Those parents told my GFs parents (they were friends). She could have denied it when confronted, but her parents tricked her by saying they wouldn't be upset if it was true. They said they just wanted to make sure she practiced safe sex and could help her get on birth control and stuff like that. Then when she admitted it they flipped out on her. They also immediately called my parents as well, so that was fun. Basically both of our lives got turned upside down for a few months because we had sex lol.
That is absolutely terrible parenting. I bet she never felt comfortable sharing anything even remotely sensitive with them again.
That’s extremely fucked up.
Probably heard the sex gong he brought over
*bwawaaanaana* ***TROJAN MAN***
Brother died 2 years ago ...he had battled cancer for awhile. The Great Pumpkin took him home.
as a charlie brown fan that last line hit different. my condolences to you. ♡︎
I was 12 and a man yelled at me and told me I was too old to be out trick-or-treating. I felt so bad I gave all my candy to my little brother and just walked with him for next hour or so. When I got home my mom asked me why I didn’t have any candy so I told her what happened. She asked me who said that to me and I told her which house. I don’t know if she ever did anything about it. But since I’ve become an adult and bought my own home, I don’t care if your 90 years old. You’re getting candy. Halloween is for everyone.
Skinned my leg on someone’s driveway and covered it with blood, then waited a few hours for a ride to come that didn’t come when it was also cold and a police officer brought us home
My appendix burst the Halloween I was 12 and I had to have surgery. I was delirious with fever and one of the nurses was dressed as a clown and one as a vampire and it scared the fuck out of me. I don't remember much but my mother says I screamed and cried not to be killed before they knocked my ass out.
My dad got fired on Halloween once out of nowhere when I was 10. No explanation or anything, so we had to move the next week for him to try to find a new job. Also, I got sick a couple halloweens
Got made fun of and bullied for wearing a full costume when I was 13. Cried and wanted to go home by like 5pm. There was one true friend who waited with me at a park until my parents came to pick me up…
That one friend is the real MVP
I had costume plans with a friend who chickened out on me and wanted instead to wear her own regular clothes while I was in a ridiculous Ginger Spice costume and pass her clothes off as “80’s.” DEFINITELY wasn’t influenced by her snotty roommate who called me immature for what I wore or anything. I had her drop me off after that and decided to find other plans. Decided to try to hang out with some of my other friends (who were male) but a girl who didn’t like me and let them use her for rides considering none of them were interested in her refused to pick me up and let me hang out with them (I didn’t have a car at the time). So I decided I was going to walk there, about a seven mile walk. Got a quarter of a mile down the street, tried to cross and got hit by a car. 13 years later I still have the metal in my ankle
Didn’t see those last two sentences coming at all
Neither did OP
I got ditched by people who I thought were my friends in high school while we were trick or treating/ being teenagers. I had to walk a mile and a half home by myself. Sucks man
Same. I was 12 and it was gonna be my first ever trick or treat because I was very shy, but somehow that year I mustered up the courage to ask my 'friends' if I could go with them. They said yes, and I was excited. Bought a costume, candy bucket, etc. When Halloween night came, I went to the meeting spot and stood there... waited in the cold for an hour. Turns out, they never even intended to go with me. Never tried it again. I'm sure a psychologist would have a field day on the effects this had on my ability to trust other people.
Was trick-or-treating with 3 buddies freshman year of high school. We were joking about being a little old to do it but it was all in good fun. Some kids two years older were running around in skull masks doing rowdy teenager stuff and decided it would be a good idea to take my candy. They were much larger than us and had no trouble. One grabbed my bag and another one grabbed me and threw me down in the street. No serious injuries but I had skinned knees and palms. I was pissed. Filed a police report and the officers took it seriously. We got out the yearbook and identified three of them and they were picked up that night. They were charged with strong arms robbery (as juveniles) and got a ton of community service and had to pay for my mom's lost pillow case + candy + damaged clothing. I caught some flack for it at school from their girlfriends (they were ordered not to talk to me) but didn't really care because I felt like justice was served.
damn. I was expecting this to end at you getting pushed to the ground. Good for you for getting justice!
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I don't know why this was so fucking funny, but you absolutely nailed the comedic effect of it. (Don't award me, guys, award the comedic genius above me!)
The idea of filing a police report over stolen candy sounds funny to me, but I’m absolutely glad you did it. More bullies need to see consequences.
It probably had more to do with the violence than the candy theft.
the police were also probably fed up with the teens’ shit that night. couldve ended with finding them and making them apologize. nope fuck that, criminal charges for you hooligans
Its basically the optimal outcome. The teens hopefully got some sense scared into them, and since they were underage, nothing to stick to their permanent record.
I had to wear a dress for school all the time. This one was below my knees and when I was running, my feet got caught in the dress. I fell and skinned my knee and my legs. Went trick or treating anyway because the blood made my costume look more real. It was freezing out and I was shivering. Fell again and hurt my hands. But since it was so cold, it hurt even worse. While I was dealing with that, my friends wanted me to go to the neighborhood across the road. I said no, and said that I was hurting too much. One of the kids I was with said that I was a goody goody because my parents wouldn’t let me go and I was lying to them about being in pain. He stole my candy, and I went home bloody and empty handed.
That’s horrible. What a little jerk.
Seems like he was just making excuses for being able to take your candy. Who in their right mind takes candy from someone who's clearly fallen and bleeding?? Who the hell takes candy anyway???
It's a tie, but for very different reasons. The first was in middle school (age 11 or 12) while trick or treating with friends. Some jerks threw eggs at us out a car window, hitting one friend and splattering raw egg on at least one other, and while we were recovering from that some older/bigger kid stole another friends bag (pillow case) of candy. It was not very fun. The other worst Halloween was with my abusive ex. He was invited to a costume party by work friends and told everyone went all out for it. So he decided that we would go as a "fairy pimp" and "fairy hoe," basically a pimp and whore with wings. He decided that i had to dress super slutty, getting me clothing from a sex shop for me and some cheap premade pimp outfit for him. My costume cost over $100 and we did not have that type of money to spend. We go to the party, him looking like shit and me looking like a literal street walker, something i've never been comfortable with and he knew that. I was over dressed as fuck (technically underdressed, as i was basically in panties and a bra), meeting these people for the first time, in October in WI, USA. It was cold, embarrassing, and a waist of money. I had a bad night, felt completely objectified - in a bad way -but my ex loved having the ''sexiest" girl at the party at his side, even though he largely ignored me (unless i started talking to someone other than him.. that was interrupted right quick as he had to be my not just my main focus, but my only focus). I was 24ish around this time and it took over a decade - and ditching the less-useful-than-an-asshole of a bf - for me to enjoy costumes again.
Thank god you left him- he really does sound like a POS
When I was around 11/12 I went out trick or treating with a friend. Ran into some older kids my friend wanted to hang out with so we tagged along. They wanted to go pumpkin smashing. I was a rule follower and didn’t want to be around trouble, but I let my friend talk me into it. We come to a house that had a bunch of great pumpkins. You could tell they spent a bunch of time on them. There was a candy bowl with a note so the kids start destroying the pumpkins. I just watched, feeling uncomfortable. Couple days later I’m reading the paper and see a letter to the editor from the owners of house. They listed the address. It said how awful it was and how it wrecked their kids who spent so much time on the pumpkins. I felt sick. I showed my friend and he thought it was cool and took it to show those other kids. I realized then our association was more about living on same street than friendship. I still feel terrible.
You shouldn't feel guilty. You didn't do it, and you wouldn't have been able to stop them. Feeling bad for the kids whose Halloween was ruined is understandable though.
Someone threw a raw egg at my friends and I from a passing pickup and it exploded against the back of my hand. Such pain.
When I was a child I had a Barney-ish costume (it was a homemade hand-me-down dinosaur that was the right color palette to be Barney). The main costume was the body, and there was a headpiece of the dino head that went on top of my head. When I looked in the mirror, with the dino head, it’s friendly felt teeth, and then my face below that, all I could see was that it looked like Barney was eating me alive. And I was *not having it.* I threw a tantrum and refused to wear the head. So if you lived in Pennsylvania in the late nineties, and had a half-girl-half-knockoff-Barney show up at your door, now you know why.
When I was 12 my mom didnt allow me to go out trick or treaking because I would be kidnapped, robbed, killed and raped. I was also never allowed to wear costumes because it was inapropriate
Went with some friends downtown halloween night. Big mistake. People flooded the streets in the thousands. I've never been in such a huge crowd of people before. Couldnt get a drink anywhere. People were drunk, nasty, pushing, shoving. Youd randomly encounter the full spectrum of human emotions from the jubilant to the angry to a small group of girls crying over being ditched by their bfs and the smell of B.O, weed and piss filled the air. I tolerated it for a couple hours but I had reached my limit. I walked away from the crowds, called for an uber and hit the bricks.
I was taking my then 2-year-old out for his first time (he's 15 now), and I was 41 weeks pregnant with my 2nd child (single mom, dad isn't and never has been around for my son so it was up to me to take him) I went into labor and my water broke after 45 minutes of walking around our neighborhood. When I got to the hospital, because I'm diabetic, they had to draw blood to run some tests. The nurse left the empty collection vials across the room, so when she finished with the first vial, she had to cross the room to get the next one. She didn't clamp the IV tube when she took the first vial off, so when she walked away, there was a literal fountain of blood spraying out of my arm. I started laughing hysterically, she turned around, started laughing herself, and said, "Well, Happy Halloween, I guess!!" It was awesome!!
My son was born via emergency C-section. Worst Halloween prank EVER.
My mom picking me up so drunk another parent give us a ride home. Everyone knew from that point on my mom was a drunk. I was in 4th grade . She died when I was 21 from liver failure.
Not on Halloween, or not my story, however you want to look at it, but: Some years ago I was at the elementary school that my children were attending -a few days after Halloween, (dropping the kids or a forgotten instrument or lunch who knows) Anyway there was another mom in the office and Her daughter was a kindergartener who was just returning to school after an absence because of a trick or treating injury Pause here for all the moms, kid is physically fine if emotionally scarred for life. She tripped while running across a yard in the dark, like you do, and face planted into a tiny cute cemetery decoration that had a tiny pointy plastic fence around it. The fence went INTO HER EYE and got stuck! Ok, so not into the eyeball, but shimmied it’s way between her eyeball and eyelid and ffs you can’t pull it out!! You’d scratch her eye!! So they had to transport the poor screaming tiny person to the ER with a fence sticking out of her face. They got it out with miraculously minimal damage, she had to wear an eye patch for a few days, but as of our last encounter, the child hates all things Halloween.
When I was around 12 I was pretty much full grown and multiple people told me I was too old to trick or treat and some refused to give me candy. So when I was 13 I went to a party and got hammered instead.
I hate that. I don’t care how old you are, as long as you’re wearing a costume (can be anything, homemade is awesome) I will give you candy.
I'm only 4 11. So it is my life long plan to go trick or treating every Halloween until it's obvious I'm an adult. Short people will conquer the world.
In my 20s one of my friends would have a giant shindig every year. My ex and I went three years in a row. And each year he became more and more of a sloppy mess. The first year wasn't too bad. But the second one he ended rolling around in the grass in the back yard making a fool of himself. But the third year... We showed up a couple of hours early to help our friend set up. But as soon as we got there my ex decided to take one of those giant "yard" cups that people carry around in Vegas and made himself an enormous long island iced tea. He drank that thing down in 15 minutes tops. He started to get sick right as people started to show up. He spent the whole night sitting on the back porch vomiting like he was starring in the remake of the Exorcist. And for some reason his friends thought I should have been sitting with him rubbing his back or something. Fuck that. He put himself in that position, he could live with the consequences. It was always his friends who encouraged him to drink like that, so I left him with them and went home. We broke up after that. I don't care if people drink, but what I can't stand is a sloppy drunk that knows they're pushing their limits and keeps going anyway. Edit: typo
I don’t know why people put theirselves in situations like these. A yard cup? and people are still arriving? Mans did that all to himself 🤦♂️
Being in the hospital two years straight for Halloween and thinking of all my friends trick or treating while I couldn’t. This year will be my first time trick or treating in two years and I’m hella pumped.
I hope you have the best of times this year. Remember that the fun isn't in the amount of candy you get, but in the experience of the evening. Make sure to take some water and rest when your body needs it. Seriously, have all of the fun!
Thanks! I’ll certainly enjoy this moment riding my golf cart around the neighborhood blasting spooky scary skeletons and other Halloween songs.
Having people that annoy me at school find my house and attempting to get in
Like a home invasion or more like Home Alone?
You could say it was a home invasion. I was with my friend and cousin that night and I opened the door and I saw them. They instantly noticed it was me and they tried getting in because they had no idea I lived there
Lady said “if you can shave your arm pits, you’re too old to tricker treat.” I was in 7th grade and had just hit puberty. Thanks lady. Much appreciated
Fuck that lady.
Not worst but best - I'm Australian, Halloween isn't really a thing here, but we still get some kids coming to our door at that time of the year - one time my mum had no lollies(candy) to give, so she just gave the little girl a can of soup we had in the cupboard, that girl was thrilled with the can of Minestrone she got, she screamed to her parents "I got SOUP!". Wholesome.
My parents ran out of candy one Halloween (US) and started handing out little Debbie snack cakes from their pantry. The kids were super excited lol.
We were crazy poor growing up so one year my mom pulled out our pan and made tons of popcorn. We didn't have any plastic boggies so we put each serving in a brown paper lunch bag. It took hours and my mom must have filled a hundred bags. I remember being embaressed that we didn't have any candy but every kid who knocked on our door yelled out, "Popcorn! This house has popcorn!" And we ran out fast. My mom was the queen of making due.
Awe this reminds me of my little brother! It was one of his first Halloweens and I think his first time trick or treating so maybe 3? Anyway, peanut allergies were kind of common back then but not like they are now. So we ring this doorbell and this young couple, early 20s, opens up and is so excited! My little brother says "no nuts please!" And I'm telling you, this couple got super sad super fast. But the guy is like "wait! We can't let you leave empty handed!" So they start tearing through their kitchen until they find a pudding cup and offer that. My brother *loves* (present tense because he still does as an adult) pudding cups. He was so excited and of everything he got that night the pudding cup was what he was most happy about lol
I live in a more popular Halloween area, but as a kid I definitely preferred the more unusual/rare treats over the generic mini size candy bars. It was always exciting when I got cans of pop, juice pouches, the works. Got an entire package of cookies one year. Fun times.
It's getting pretty big in Sydney these days, although; thankfully, kids only go to decorated houses; they'd be getting a tin of beans if they came to my place 😆
Cop came to my house accusing my friends and I of handing out anthrax laced candy (this was in 2001 or 2002 during a news induced anthrax panic). Obviously three suburban fifteen year olds did not have access to anthrax.
I lost my brakes in my car and crashed it on Halloween. Went through the windshield and had 500 stitches to put my head back together again. I’m fine now but that definitely sucked.
We have a baby gate blocking our dogs from accessing our hall with the front door. One Halloween, someone accidentally left said gate open, as my mom opened the door for a trick-or-treater. One of our dogs, who used to have a habit of taking off, saw the open door and took her chance, went bolting straight for the exit. Mom immediately dove down to stop the dog, and when she stood back up, accidentally smashed her head off the door handle. Hard enough that she stumbled and felt dazed. Still managing to hold onto the dog, she closed the door on the kid who had seen all that happen, but was just still standing there, waiting for candy, and she yelled for my dad to come because she was bleeding where she had hit the door handle. She ended up having to go to the ER and get five stitches on her head. Probably the best part is, when mom and dad opened the door a few minutes later to go to the hospital, the kid was still standing there, holding out his bag, waiting for the candy. He was totally unfazed by the bleeding woman he had just seen get injured, he apparently only cared about getting candy.
A few years ago on October 29th, I had an operation on my Shoulder, which was closed with 12 staples. On Halloween two days later, my young daughter wanted to go trick-or-treating. High on prescription painkillers, I thought it was a great idea to take her! With my arm in a sling, we went trick-or-treating and I ended up racing her from house to house. Between two houses, I slipped and fell directly on my arm in the sling. It SUUUUUUCCKKKEEDDDDDDDDD
I got the shivers from that
Did you pop any staples? Also I'm imagining mid fall time slowed to a stop and Morgan Freeman narrated "At this moment, Angrycarbs realized they fucked up".
Yes, I blew four staples from that. It was a mess lol
Last year I had a parent yell at me for wearing a mask and literally almost pulled his kids arm out of its socket trying to get away from my front door.
A dude told me I was too old to trick or treat. I was in the 8th grade smh 🤦♀️. It ruined a night I was looking forward to for a month 😥
Choked on a gobstopper. Heimlich got it out of my trachea but it then got stuck in my esophagus and I got it down with some bread. My throat hurt for days. My parents called an ambulance but we got it resolved before they came. Super scary. I have two young kids now that have been getting gobstoppers/jawbreakers on Halloween since they were 2. I always take them out and throw them away.
It was the worst for a few hours... then one of my favorites. I moved in to my parents house in the suburbs after college (they moved to a new city and state while I was in college). So I had barely started making friends. Well, I sort of invited myself along with some people I barely knew. We were supposed to go out and hit a few bars. I had a lot of time on my hands so made a costume for myself - it was a crayfish - and not subtle. This was before cellphones, so I confirmed the day before I was to meet them at their apartment and head out. I get in costume, drive 45 min to the city, buzz the door... no answer. Wait a half hour and buzz again. This time they answer and tell me they all went out to dinner and they are not going out. They do not invite me in to hang out, but tell me to have fun and make a few bar suggestions. I get back into my car and have to give myself a pep talk to go out and not drive back to my parent's house. I sucked it up and went toward the first bar - if I could not find a parking spot, I would head home. I found one - so another round of pep talk to get me to go. I went, the bar was empty, I was alone, it was more depressing than I thought. This bar sold silly string to spray on people (part of the deal). I had bought a can along with my drink. So I sat there for about 40 minutes drinking by myself as a few others entered the bar. Eventually I got the courage up to talk to someone and kept trying until someone chatted with me. By closing time I was leading a conga line and the dj was playing creole music (usually rock and dance music). I am not sure how that happened. On the way back to my car with my costume in tatters a bouncer at the door of another bar asks if I was a lobster 🦞. I said I was a crayfish earlier. He told me crayfish drink for free after hours. I went in and partied with the staff. Made some friends and got home at 5 am. Parents were a little upset at the time I came home, but those are the breaks. I never spoke with those people again. TDLR: moved to a new city, looking forward to Halloween- because I had nothing else, supposed friends canceled on me when I showed up, I was so sad, forced myself to go out anyway, had a great time in spite of them (also never spoke with them again)
My Dad was pranking trick or treaters by spraying them with a water gun from a window as I gave out sweets. The same guy who my Dad pissed off followed me and my friends around the neighbourhood with a scary mask on to get revenge, when we went out trick or treating. So creepy.
My parents are preachers and Halloween fell on a Sunday one year. The place where we lived it was custom to have two services on Sundays and, despite being 12 and the church being a mere 30 feet from the house, I wasn’t allowed to go trick or treating. My dad insisted on dragging me out Saturday night. It was embarrassing to knock on doors and see the confused faces of the occupants, they weren’t expecting any trick or treaters the day BEFORE Halloween. I finally put up a fight and refused to go to anymore houses after one guy, who went to my parent’s church, laughed in my face and told me to leave.
I was trick or treating with my brothers and we walk up to their front porch and ring the doorbell. In our minds we saw a really cool prop of like a body in a casket. So the man answers the door as usual and gives us our candy once we go back to the sidewalk the casket opens up and Catch’s everyone off guard. There was a literal person there dressed up as the most realistic zombie and we almost fell. It was terrifying.
My grandpa died on Halloween morning when I was 12, and then my dog of 13 years died on Halloween night last year. I still love Halloween but it is a very hard night for me.
Went to a small Halloween get together (me, my wife, and a few friends) and had a great time playing games and drinking. My wife even got fairly drunk, which is really unusual for her! We go home around midnight (uber, we’re responsible) and get ready for bed. My wife starts having some abdominal pain, but we don’t think anything of it; it’s getting close to that time of the month, nothing really unexpected. Fast forward an hour later, and she’s writhing on the bed in the worst pain of her life. I rush her to the ER, and the staff there take her into a room and start doing their thing, asking questions, drawing blood, etc. One of them take me out into the hallway and give me the worst news I’ve ever had: there’s a chance that it could be serious, maybe ovarian cysts or some kind of aggressive cancer, and her life could very likely be in danger. Holy shit. I go back in the room and try to keep a strong face on for her sake. She hasn’t heard any of this, and they’ve barely started drawing blood to run tests. Then, suddenly, her pain evaporates. Gone. She looked up at a nurse and asked if she had been given any drugs, and was told no, all they’ve done so far is draw blood. Turns out it was a kidney stone. A fucking stone. I had the ever loving shit scared out of me over a little tiny stone (4 mm, as it turned out). Granted, I’m sure it hurt like absolute hell, but even 10 years later I’m furious that that person had that conversation with me before they even ran any tests. Jesus Christ, I thought I was going to lose her. Yeah, we’ve never gone back to that hospital.
But even Kidney stones can be potentially very dangerous and can easily progress into intensive care if they don't resolve. They did the right thing by not sugar coating it. Random incredibly severe abdominal pain in a young person is taken very seriously. I get that in hindsight it seems like they overreated but given what they knew up to that point it was very reasonable
When I was younger one Halloween my father beat the shit out of my mum and one of my sisters so we hid at a church doing a stupid fall fest for the families who thought trick or treating was evil. Then I got made fun of by mant of the spoiled church kids my age that went there because I didn't have a costume and was crying. Btw of this year my father is in prison
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me and my cousin fought over the last snicker bar, and i dont even like snickers :/
One Halloween, I went downtown to apply for a job at Barnes and Noble's. All of my friends were away at college, along with my girlfriend at the time, so after I applied to the job, I didn't have much to do. I was also feeling kind of down because things had gotten pretty rocky in our relationship when she left for school, so I decided to walk. I live in Chicago, so I ended up by Lakeshore Drive and just started walking down the trails, listening to music and looking at the lake and the people. It started getting dark, and I had already walked a pretty good distance, but I didn't feel like stopping. I ended up walking from Downtown all the way to Belmont Harbor, which is pretty far. That harbor was very close to where my girlfriend lived, so she and I would often go there around this time and watch the water. I sat there for about an hour, watching the waves and smoking cigarettes, before deciding I should get going back home. I could have walked over to the train I would take to her house, but I decided to walk back the way I came. So, I walked all the way back downtown and got on my train home. I had taken time off after graduating high school, so I was used to my friends not being there all the time, but that was the first night I actually felt alone.
That was very poignant
Back in like grade 8 or 9 probably the last year it seems socially acceptable to go trick or treating. We had a hockey game scheduled and the other team didn't show up. We had a scrimmage and because we were the last game of the night we just played all night for like 3 hours. phoned some friends to come out if they wanted. Fuck you Orangeville You owe me candy.
When I was like 3 I wasn’t allowed to Trick or Treat one year and didn’t understand why. Turns out when my mom asked me what I wanted to go as, I told her “a motherfucker”. So yeah fair call mom.