Todays reading material; please excuse me if I drone on..
I have something of a love/hate relationship with All Hallow's Eve. On one hand, I enjoy reliving my fond childhood memories of it. On the other, I despise that it has become so commercialized that many folks treat it as just another routine to be carried out by rote.
The turnout in my neighborhood runs in cycles; kids grow up and move away, and some years I get almost no kids at all. OTOH, I now see kids come by who are the children of the children that I tricked a long time ago. I've been at this house so long (25 years), that I have established a bit of a trick or treat reputation (it should be treat or trick, but that's another story). When I'm in the mood, I put on a small horror production that I've honed over the years. Cobwebs, "black" lighting, assorted props, etc. One of the highlights is the soundtrack. I put a speaker up in the window, and when I observe a group entering the yard, they are treated to the haunting sounds of Bach's fugue, Mussorsgy's Night on Bald Mountain, etc. As they enter the porch and reach for the door to knock, the door is already opening (I can see them; they can't see me). Timing is one of the keys to pulling this off, and it doesn't hurt that my front door creaks a bit when opened slowly. I am in costume myself (full length hooded robe and understated whiteface mask), and challenge them to a test of bravery. I change the challenge up from time to time, but one of my favorites is the "guess what's in the urn" test. I have a terra cotta urn about 20" deep that I use; the neck is barely large enough for them to get their arm into it, so they can't see what they are about to put their hand in. Usually I go by the store and pick up a couple cans of cow brains, and pour them into the urn beforehand. If they can identify it as guts, they get a double dose of candy. If they reach in, but can't tell what it is, they get the usual amount of treats. If they refuse to reach in, they get maybe one piece, or nothing. It may sound cruel, but most of the kids seem to like it. Girls get a pass, but little boys are fair game when it comes to slimy stuff.
As for the unadorned teenagers, I skip the test, and just drop a couple of pieces in their bags and shut the door. What they later find out is that I reversed the trick on them. I generally buy the candy ahead of time, and can't resist eating several pieces myself. I don't throw the wrappers away, though.. I save them and re-wrap them around pieces of gravel and pebbles from the yard. This is my homage to Sparky ("I got a rock.") Shulz, who had as much fun with Halloween as any old guy ever did.
Maybe all this is overkill for a 50-something guy, but it's only once a year, so if I'm in the right (mischevious) mood, I just have fun with it.
Y'all stop by this year, and see if you can guess what's in the urn. If you are lucky, you might just get a rock..