When I was a kid, Halloween was a big deal. I loved monsters, and regularly built monster models: The Mummy (with real cloth!), Frankenstein’s monster, King Kong (with real fake fur), the Invisible Man (an empty stand with footprints). I loved being scared!
Later, as a middle schooler, I switched to doing the scaring. I’d dress as a ghoul and jump down from the garage rafters with a hideous (“kideous?”) cackle–and candy, of course; a proper scream deserves a reward. Sometimes things backfired. But I still loved it.
As an adult, I’ve rather lost the joie de horreur. I’ve never really found a place in my heart for axe murderers. Give me a good ol’ “What’s that? Oh, it’s nothing. Wait–yes, it is!” movie any day. But a guy with a chainsaw? Not so much. Reminds me of that dead tree I need to remove from my back yard. So, I guess I’ll spend another year handing out candy, dressed as a disarmingly handsome older(ish) gentleman with a beautiful wife, and then watch season two of Stranger Things. Again. Besides,
Who wants to do all that walking?