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I'm in an apartment, full of shift-workers. The doors remain locked this year as every year, so no treaters for me.
Permit me to share my getup from 2011, I sat outside my sister-in-law's place as I lived there at the time, dressed as this. I made myself look like a scarecrow, got a bulky jacket and stuffed it with pillows, taped garbage bags over my shoes to appear as though they were just bags stuffed with leaves. I sat perfectly still for near 3 hours, only ever moving when people were coming by.
I kept a running tally of all the people who cried, because what's Halloween without a little scare? All in all, over the entire 3 hours, I made 63 people cry. 1 was unintentional, a little girl no more than 4 years old or so. I had taken off the mask and just waved to her in an attempt to not scar her for life, upon seeing my actual face she began crying. It was a small blow to the ego...
Of the 63 criers? 17 were adults who tagged along with the children. That's right, I made 17 grown people bawl like babies from being terrified. I guess I was the very first person to do this in my town, as the proceeding years yielded more people imitating my getup. This year I get to bring my little guy around to get his candy, and protect him from the big scary monsters. He's only 3, so I don't want him scarred for life
just yet.
Incidentally, I may have very recently already scarred him for life. He was poking mommy and running around giggling like crazy, so whilst he wasn't looking, I poked him back. He turned around "Daddy, what was that?!", "A ghost", I replied. The look on his face turned from joy to terror and confusion. He said "Where did it go?"; now here's where I really fucked up. I thought it would be a great opportunity to kill 2 birds with one stone, and as he likes tagging along to do laundry, but frequently gets in the way, I thought I could convince him to stay out of the laundry room. I told him "The ghost went to the laundry room" and watched as all confusion melted from his expression, leaving only terror.
If you've ever seen someone in movies/tv/real life who bears witness to some unspeakable horrors, and their expression just goes blank; that was the very same look he sported as he became eerily silent and wanted cuddles from mommy. My own face was blue from laughter, as I got a death-glare from mommy and a stern look of distrust from my little guy.
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