Post your scariest Halloween tale that actually happened ON Halloween.

[BlueIris]

I'm tired of waiting around for the computer-crashing "ghost story for Halloween" thread I wanted to see materialize here that has not yet. So, it has to be S-C-A-R-Y, and it has to have occurred on Halloween to be in this thread. (Well, okay, the same weekend as Halloween would be good enough.)

[radwriter0555]

1. I danced with Prince.

In a disco.

[BlueIris]

3. Woah. That's...a little scary.

(I like Prince.)

[Deja Q]

2. Chased by some high school prats when I was T'o'T'ing...

A long time ago, obviously... no doubt they've been in jail for several years now.

[BelleCarolinaPeridot]

4. When I was 11 years old in the 6th grade ... I will never forget this ...

My Math/Science teacher told us " beware tonight , my mom told me that she heard on the news that there is a Satanic Cult in Reidsville (which was right up the road from me) that is looking for kids to sacrifice on Halloween". She said this I kid you not. She told us "I would hate for that to happen to one of you." We were sitting there scared as hell - what kind of mess is that to tell a group of 10/11 year olds ? Oh yeah and I did not go out trick or treating that night - I stayed in the house and I could not sleep that night. The highway was right up the street and I just knew that the cult was coming to get me.

Ok yeah I do I remember what I was doing last year - very good!

[BlueIris]

5. Oh, no. Did this happen during the years of the "Satanic Panic"?

Remember, between like, 1975 and 1980ish, when everyone was totally afraid that a worldwide cabal of "Satanic cultists" was going around raping and eating children? (Note to certain posters: yes, I know about the real cults; no this isn't that thread.)

[BelleCarolinaPeridot]

7. This was in 1991.

I can't remember anything from 1975 because I was'nt born yet ;)

[REP]

6. Easy. My 12-Year Old Cat Was Napping When a Face Came Out Of Her

Five years ago, my then 12-year old, 2.5 pound Ramona was taking a nap when I looked over to see a tiny calico face come out from between her hind legs. Ramona was never spayed due to health issues, and had only gotten outside once for about 2 hours in the 12 years I'd had her ... and she was 12, and shouldn't've been able to 1) get pregnant 2) stay pregnant 3) give birth but she did. The first kitten came out fine, but when I didn't see another one after an hour (cats never have singleton births), I knew she had to go to the vet. Lo and behold, there was another kitten in her (he's 22 lbs now and sleeping on the back of my chair).

So. A face coming out of my cat, and having two kittens no one planned on (but are very much loved and spoiled) - beat that!

My Halloween kitties, Thomas and Alice:

[underpants]

8. It was a dark and stormy night the bridge was washed out

so we almost ran out of beer.

:scared:

[Bombtrack]

9. I guy dressed as Lion-O diddled me with his sword

Ped-Ped-Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

[BlueIris]

10. Kick.

Anyone else?

[lildreamer316]

11. BLUE!!!

Dammnit!

I have the very thread you are craving!!!
It will be up in the lounge as soon as I have finished compiling the stories from this year.


Edit: And here it is! Thanks for the motivation!
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=105&topic_id=5787281&mesg_id=5787281

[BlueIris]

15. Awesome! Thanks!

See, now I won't have to go scrounge for them. Excellent work.

[begin_within]

12. Right now... My strobe light is flashing at intermittent intervals.

For over 30 years I have used black lights, strobe lights, all kinds of props and eerie music to decorate wherever I lived for Halloween. Strobe lights have always flashed at regular intervals, the speed of which you can control by turning a small knob somewhere on it. I have one right now flashing on a skeleton in the window, so that you only see it when the light flashes. After getting the position of the light just right, I turned it all the way down, which I thought turned it off. I just walked through the living room and it flashed, giving me a scare. I adjusted the knob slightly and now it is flashing at irregular intervals - really weird. There must be a scientific explanation, or just that it is a cheapo $6.99 strobe light made in China.
About 10 years ago, I was scaring kids regularly with unnerving music and sounds, lightning and thunder, and glow-in-the-dark makeup on my face. It was all very dark around the front door itself. I would open the door to the kids and all they could see was this green glowing face floating around in the black hallway. Inevitably they would scream and some would run away crying, but they would always be back 30 minutes later to show their friends all the decorations. Whenever there was a lull in the stream of kids, I would go out to the yard to check if everything was still in place and still working properly. Once I opened the front door and stepped onto the dark porch, but in the blackness there was a kid there who suddenly yelled out at me when I stepped out, and gave me the biggest scare I've had in years.

[LiberalHeart]

13. On Oct. 31, 1997 I heard one of the workers at my house say....

...to the other workers gathered around him, "We've got to tell her." The her was me.

"Tell her what?" I asked.

Worried looks all around. Finally one of the guys said, "We found a body."

My knees wobbled. "Where?"

"In the crawl space. It's a woman."

They'd already called their supervisor, who was on his way. And the supervisor had called the police. When the supervisor arrived, he went into the crawl space, then came out looking ashen. "It's a body, alright," he said.

The cops didn't come. Lots of time went by. I called them and asked why no one was there. The dispatcher said they thought the call was a Halloween prank. They sent over a crew: a fat guy and a skinny woman. The skinny woman went into the crawl because the fat guy wouldn't fit through the opening. She came out and said it was a body and they'd have to get the coroner out there.

Soon the place was packed with homicide investigators, more uniformed cops, a deputy coroner and two assistants -- and there was a big ol' coroner's van parked out front along with all the cop cars. One of the workers mentioned the bones in the crawl space. I said, "Wait. Just bones? How'd you know it was a woman?"

"Because her high heels were beside the bones," he said. Then he looked really pained. "A child's shoes there, too, a mound of soft earth."

Because it was a crime scene, the cops and coroner couldn't haul the bones out through the crawl space opening. A big square had to be cut out of my living room floor so they could photograph the bones where they were found, and then they could be lifted out.

A cop was down in the dirt in the opened up area. A photo was taken, then the cop handed the first bone to the deputy coroner.

"Not human," she said.

Nor were any of the others handed up to her.

Her guess was that they were the remains of a wild boar. Wild boar did roam the area where I live -- in the nineteenth century. The foundation of my house wasn't enclosed until 1912; house was built in 1867 -- plenty of time for something to crawl under there and die. Except, upon examination, they learned the bones were cut, perfectly. A butchered pig, probably. Two generations of butchers owned the house before I did.

From this episode I also learned that people used to toss rubbish under their houses in the days before there was trash pickup -- which probably explains the shoes, and some other items found in the crawl.

[BlueIris]

16. Yikes. That's nice and...horrifying.

How horrible for you! Good story, though.

[Lisa]

14. my then-boyfriend's brother injured himself while splitting kindling ...

Didn't pay attention to what he was doing with the hatchet, and almost severed his thumb. I wasn't there at the time, but his family members described a wild drive to the hospital, with Geoff's hand wrapped in a blood-soaked towel. They were all hysterical and blood-smeared by the time they got to the emergency room, and the staff, hoping to calm them down, said "that's some Halloween costume you've got going there".

(Not as callous as it might sound, because one of the older brothers worked there and they knew the family ... also, they all have a rather twisted sense of humor, so once they knew Geoff was going to be okay, they actually did start to joke about it.)

[BlueIris]

17. Kick.

More cowbell.

[1gobluedem]

18. I don't know how scary these stories are but they're memorable

I worked at Domino's HQ for three years until I woke up to what a right wing wacko Tom Monaghan was. My second day of work there was Halloween and I was told it was mandatory to wear a costume to work; I didn't know if they were teasing me or not but, just to be safe, I threw together a sailor's costume from various things my roommate and I had, figuring I could get rid of some of the accessories if it did turn out to be a joke. Something, however, possessed me to sew a stuffed parrot on my shoulder at the last minute. And, wouldn't you know, my car broke down in the middle of the left turn lane at the entrance to the complex. There I was in the middle of the street with this damn bird on my shoulder and NO ONE would stop to assist me (do you blame them?) until finally a man pulled over to the side and ran out to push my car out the turn lane. I couldn't tell if he worked for Domino's or not until his jacket fell open and I saw bloody guts spilling from his shirt.

The bill for the car -- a rebuilt engine -- was $932 which was very scary for me at least.

My last year at Domino's was the last year I wore a costume as an adult. Our department went as a Chinese dragon and all I had to do was dress entirely in black; I was one of the people who held up the body while our VP wore a Chinese robe and danced under the head. It was a great success until we spooked the giant Percheron horses that were taking wagonloads of employees from the main building to the building where the party was. They were rearing and snorting and almost ran away; the driver could barely control them. We did run away. Percherons are enormous and if you've ever seen a hoof the size of a dinner plate inches from your face it is, indeed, very scary.

That pretty much finished off Halloween for me.

[KurtNYC]

19. Well sugar gives me a whopping headache so my scariest

Halloween was going door to door and having people drop all kinds of crap that barely qualifies as edible into my bag. First there was a the 3 Musketeers bar -- sickening sweet airy filling surrounded by the worst crap ever to be considered milk chocolate. Then the dreaded Butterfingers -- splintery fake toffee that sticks to every tooth in your head for hours.

And then things got dramatically worse. A sheet of dots -- I thought someone had given me a sheet of paint samples. The only time I ate something that looked like that was at a Dead show. A horrifying thought filled my young head: "people will eat ANYTHING!"

Pixie sticks - a cross between a packet of sugar with an off, chemical taste packed in a colored straw.

Pumpkin shaped Peeps - Just looking at it will give you a nasty headache. Whipped corn syrup spray painted.

The horror..... the horror...

[johnnie]

20. My buddy accidentally shot himself in the head

At a Halloween party. I blew off the party and heard about it the next day. It got scarier when I was bowling one day and his mother showed up with a private detective and told me that whoever killed Randy (my buddy) was out to get all of us. Meaning his friends.

It was pretty scary to me, although I knew she was just flipping out.

[BlueIris]

21. Kick. Anyone else?

I hate it when no one posts in my ultra-creative Lounge threads.

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

22. Ate magic mushrooms and proceeded to have a very bad trip.

Most terrifying experience of my life. It was my fault because I was nervous about taking them.

Fortunately, every trip since them has been mostly good, and I've come away from all of them, good and bad, with insights into myself and the world.

[AWESOM-O]

23. This happened just last night.

I was taking my niece around trick or treating. She was dressed up as a witch and I had on a black robe with a hood. Everything was going well for most of the whole thing. We saw lots of strange costumes. We saw other witches, clowns, werewolves, the other usual stuff. Then there were some weird ones. One had a chicken costume, one dressed up like a cabbage, which gave me the willies a bit, and one had a banana costume. We were making our way back home when some guy wearing a Bush mask and dressed up as a cop jumped out of the bushes and started ranting. In one hand he had a severed head with a Kerry mask on it, and in the other was a rather large scythe. Then he threw the scythe at us! Well, not directly at us, but it curved around, almost hitting us in the head, and then came back to him like a boomerang. After getting over the initial shock, I was furious. I threatened to call the real cops on him. I was about to take out my phone, when like the typical repuke, be caves and starts to plead with me not to call the cops. At first I didn't listen, but after looking at his house and how much of a pig sty it was compared to the surrounding houses, I figured he wasn't worth it. "I'll do anything, just don't call the police," he said.
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything."
"Alright. How about you vote democrat next week?"
I couldn't see his face, but I could imagine the stunned, horrified look on it, as if I asked him to eat a bunch of poison ivy. Then he started to get mad.
"You must be one of those kooks who think the World Trade Center was brought down by holographic planes or parade balloons or some other nonsense!"
"No, nothing quite like that."
Then I proceeded to tell him all about who and what brought down the towers. By this time a couple other people within earshot began to gather around and they too were listening. When I was finished, he had that same stunned, horrified look, but this time he didn't get mad. He took off his Bush mask, dropped the severed head, shook my hand, and ran off inside.