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From the time my children, nieces and nephews were very young my parents turned their garage into a haunted house for the kids to scare, spook and have fun. We all worked together and spent weeks preparing. Dad built a coffin with a creeking door and a levy system to pull it open. The whole family got dressed up, hung signs that advertised. And for the month of October we opened the haunted house for visitors on the weekends. Oh we had so much fun. The kids did not like trick or treating anymore lol.. they just wanted to be a part of that spook factor. We would laugh so hard Mom peed her pants. This is a wonderful memory just thinking about it all is so warming, Dad isnt well now and we have not gotten to do the haunted garage in a while. But, it will always be a memory I will forever hold dear to my heart. My daughter who is now 25 just told me the other day..The haunted garage made Halloween my absolute favorite holiday!!!!!!
My favorite part of Halloween is decorating the yard and house. We put up a lot of spooky witches and black cats. Oh and I get my husband to put his Gilly suit on and we laugh our heads off at the reaction of the kids! Candy flys, and curse words do to,occasionally. 😂 Also getting to eat any left over candy.🍭🍫🍬
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My favorite Halloween treat comes in the form of a memory. I grew up in the days of the box costumes with plastic masks. You know the ones. In a town where we knew how to do Halloween. Everyone, I mean everyone kids and parents alike went out just as soon as the streetlights came on. You’d leave your own house, hitting up the few houses on your block, and then it seemed everyone met up somewhere, and you trick or treat the neighborhood in a big group. We always knew which houses gave out the full size candy bars, the house where you’d always get a dime and a Jesus book, of a little book of stickers. Mrs Alsop always gave homemade cookies, or caramel apples and a cold bottle of pop. Then at the very end of the night we all made our annual pilgrimage to that one house. This house lived for Halloween. Greeted by Ms Dunnaway, always dressed as a scary which. We would be led, 3-4 at a time into the creepy basement where we would stick our hands in bowls of ordinary food that magically, that might became blood, guts, teeth and eyeballs. As we left, our eyes wide, we were given a bag of treats and a cup of punch. Halloween came to an end, we said goodbye and headed home, still excited from the fun.