General Discussion : I'M ALIVE!!! October Edition

1. Are you alive?
Physically or emotionally? Yes to the former, unclear to the later.

2. Views on spiced cider, go!
Delicious with or without booze in it.

3. Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween.
Serpentor.

4. Your favorite Halloween specific candy
Candy Corn, and now Candy Corn flavor Oreos.

5. Do you get many trick or treaters?
Only about 20 and I think that's odd because I live in a "young" neighborhood. Plus side is, lots of hot moms come by.

6. What are you going to be for Halloween this year?
Uncertain. Still need ideas.

7. Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened.
Nothing that I can freely admit on the internet yet.

8. What are you planning for National Bosses Day?

Is that a real thing? Can I get myself drunk and buy a video game?

9. Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day anymore?Italians.

10. Ghost story, please!!
Did you hear the one about how ghosts aren't real?

It's corn, but it tastes like candy! 

Candy corn is a confection in the United States and Canada, popular primarily in autumn around Halloween (though available year-round in most places). Candy corn was created in the 1880s by George Renninger of the Wunderlee Candy Company; the three colors of the candy mimic the appearance of kernels of corn.[1] Each piece is approximately three times the size of a whole kernel from a ripe or dried ear.
Candy corn is made primarily from sugar, corn syrup, wax, artificial coloring and binders.[2] A serving of Brach's Candy Corn is nineteen pieces, is 140 calories and has zero grams of fat.[1] Candy corn pieces are traditionally cast in three colors: a broad yellow end, a tapered orange center, and a pointed white tip.

Candy corn is perhaps my least favorite candy. Either that or marmite-infused chocolate bars. 

1. Are you alive?  Actually, yes, I feel more alive than I have in quite a long time.  Thanks for asking.

2. Views on spiced cider, go!  it sounds tasty.  does it contain alcohol?

3. Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween.  I was Boba Fett 3 years in a row.  That cheap plastic costume you get when you're little.  That was me.  By the 3rd year, the mask was cracking a little bit.  At least Boba Fett is easily the best Star Wars character there is.

4. Your favorite Halloween specific candy  Cadbury eggs

5. Do you get many trick or treaters?  i live in an apartment, so no

6. What are you going to be for Halloween this year?  bored

7. Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened.  you seem to think I lead an interesting life.  Um, this one Halloween, I went trick or treating, got a bunch of candy, then ate too much of it.  CRAZY!!!!!!

8. What are you planning for National Bosses Day?  "There's something about the way she said "the only good boss is one that's dead..."  i will hate my bosses a little bit less that day.  when is it, I'd really hate to miss it.

9. Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day anymore? Maybe Columbus?  

10. Ghost story, please!!  "On this very night, ten years ago, along this very stretch of road in a dense fog just like this. I saw the worst accident I ever seen. There was this sound, like a garbage truck dropped off the Empire State Building... And when they pulled the driver's body from the twisted, burning wreck. It looked like this..."

Skipping ahead a bit.

10. Ghost story, please!!

Here's one, sort of...

It was my sophomore year at college, sitting in the Union Building after hours studying something, I cannot remember. A girl, Angie, sits across from me at the small table where my books are spread out. She’s a bit of a hippie, sort of, one of those girls going through an identity crisis as they leave the confines of home. But she’s cute, so I look past the urban hiking boots and the fact that she probably REALLY likes Phish, as everyone on campus did-or pretended to back then. Hey, it was the early ‘90’s and we had all just survived the last of the good John Hughes films, Reagan and were now at war with…um…. Oh yeah, Iraq.
Anyway, she asked me out and I said yes all too quickly. Go figure.
The weekend arrived way too slowly and I managed to borrow mom’s new car for the date. I figured I could at least be a partial gentleman and drive AND pay for a movie and dinner even though she asked me. Not a huge fan of Thai food, as Thai food kind of sucked back then, I agreed and ten minutes after paying the check I was hungry again.
The plan was to check out a new indie film about Andy Warhol and seeing as how dinner only took twenty minutes, we had an hour and a half to kill. So we headed up into the Avenues above Salt Lake City, as she pointed in varying directions until we found ourselves parked inside the grounds of the now (and then) defunct Children’s Hospital.
The building and grounds could have been straight out of a Steven King movie. Well kempt but eery all the same, it made for a great backdrop to a first date even as the sun began to set.
The conversation flowed as best it could with a girl who had probably dropped acid before I picked her up, but she was nice to look at so I couldn’t complain. Eventually time caught up with us and it was time to head back down into the valley to catch the film.
Walking across the grounds I quickly noticed that the one and only functioning gate-the one we had driven in through-was now closed and locked shut. Panicking at what little embarrassment I felt along with the fear that mom wouldn’t let me borrow the car if she found out it fell victim to a tacky date at a haunted hospital I began to try and piece together a solution.
Turning around to no surprise, the hippy had already bailed on the situation-or so I thought. Seeing her round the corner behind a small building a ways across the property, I jogged over towards her.
I found her stopped cold in her tracks, staring ahead at something. Coming up behind her I heard an odd gurgling sound as she cupped her hand over her mouth. Peeking around the corner of the building I saw a small child with a head the size of a small beach ball staring back at us with eyes as big as baseballs. The front door was open and two hoses fed out the door and into a plastic piece wrapped around its throat.
A light was on and we could hear people talking inside. “Hello,” Angie cautiously called, her black urban hikers firmly planted in the ground as the scent of day old patchouli wafted off her unkempt jean jacket.
A young boy’s head poked out from the door, above the thing sitting calmly, propped up next to the door jam.
“Hello,” she said again. “I’m sorry, we’ve… we’re locked in. Our car is parked over by the gate.”
Disappearing back in the door, we stood there as big eyes watched us, unblinking. After a moment, the young boy appeared and skipped over to us.
“Here, I have the key to the gate. I’ll walk over and unlock it for you,” he said happily.
“So, what… do you live here or something?” Angie asked, as I sighed a bit of relief.
“My dad used to work here until they closed it. Now we live in that house and take care of the property,” the young boy quipped.
“What… who was that on the front porch?” Angie asked.
“That’s my younger brother. My dad does research here to find a cure for him. He has (I can’t recall what the kid had as I was overjoyed with getting the car out of there and on with trying to get down Angie’s pants.)”

So I never made it down Angie’s pants and the movie kind of sucked. But I did end up with a good story to tell and only ever dated one other hippie after her so it did end well after all.

1. Are you alive?

Yes

2. Views on spiced cider, go!

Good by itself, better with booze.

3. Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween.

A pirate

4. Your favorite Halloween specific candy.

Candy Corn since always.

5. Do you get many trick or treaters?

Not this year.

6. What are you going to be for Halloween this year?

Homesick.

7. Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened.

I do not have any crazy halloween stories.

8. What are you planning for National Bosses Day?

Nothing.

9. Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day anymore?

I would celebrate the day off.

10. Ghost story, please.

I had an idea about a story that was a ghost.  I didn't intend it to be so, but I got a bit carried away with it and it took all night long to finish.  I've been up 24 hours now so I can't judge how it turned out.

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My father used to read to us. The "us" in question would be my family consisting of myself, my younger sister, and sometimes my mother when she wasn't working a graveyard shift. We had a bookshelf in our living room with a library of books, hard back and soft cover. The bookshelf was small and the library was modest, for we were not a wealthy family who could afford much, and what little money that did not go to bills and food was spent on things that would entertain the whole family. Even if our family had enough expendable income for things like a Nintendo or cable TV, our parents desired to share with us their love of reading. The population of the shelves were eclectic, varied in both genre and age, paperback and hardcover. It was a motley crew of literature that was ordered by type. The family books on the bottom 4 shelves and my parents adult novels on the top self, not to keep them out of our reach, for the bookshelf wasn't tall, but just as an easy way to keep things segregated.

My father would read to us a couple times a week, on the nights that he didn't work too late and had the energy to read out loud for a few chapters. He wasn't gifted enough of an orator to speak in all the different voices of the hobbits, and dwarfs, the Cheshire Cat's and Mad-Hatter's, the witches and the Jesus-allegory-lions, but his children had the imagination to compensate. After we had finished a book, my father would allow us to choose which one he would read next. Often we would have him reread to us a favorite. I would often choose Tolkien when it was my turn to I pick, but sometimes I would feel ambitious and choose a book from the top shelf, because I was obviously growing too old for "kids books". On these nights my sister would grow weary and fall asleep with her head on my mothers lap, while I struggled with content that I was unwilling to admit was beyond my appreciation. One night, after having finished a Dragonriders of Pern book that my sister picked for the 3rd time, I once again looked to the top shelf for inspiration. Desiring to show how much older I have become I chose the red paperback that I had lately seen my mother reading from. She would later tell me that she purchased it, already dogeared and worn, as an afterthought at a garage sale for $1. My father picked up the well-used book speculatively and thumbed through the pages, scanning the content. He, who was usually so supportive of my ambitions, placed the paperback back on the shelf and said that it wouldn't be appropriate for my younger sister and that I should choose another one. I put on a begrudged face and picked one of the numerous Redwall novels. However, I was secretly relieved, for when my father picked up the red paperback I got a glimpse of the cover. I had never seen exactly what it was that my mother was reading because she reads with the book on her lap, or flat on a table, while my father reads with the book held at an angle to compensate for reclining in in his stuffed chair. The cover said "The Arbor House Treasury of Horror and the Supernatural".

"Supernatural" was a word that would require a dictionary, but I did have a rudimentary understanding of the word "Horror" and I was afraid. Not of the stories, which I was sure were quite frightful, but of showing fear. I was the older brother, almost old enough to stay up past 9PM, and therefore had a duty to behave like an adult. In my head I wasn't allowed to show fear in front of my little sister anymore than I was allowed to walk to the convenience store down the street without permission from my parents. However, a seed was planted in my mind. As my father read to us about warring mice and badgers, my thoughts were about the contents of that mysterious red book.

That seed finally took root a week later during spring break. My father was at work and my mother, having had another graveyard shift, was asleep, and both parents left us with strict instructions to stay inside or within the confines of the yard. It was 10:15 in the AM and my sister was watching a moving about cartoon dinosaurs in search of their lost families after a cataclysmic event has decimated there lands and separated them from their loved ones. It was one of her favorites. I had given up on trying to convince her to watch Starwars instead and decided to go read in my room. While searching our bookshelf for something to read the red book caught my eye. The rest of the books seemed to loss their colour and fade into black and white, all except the red, dogeared paperback. I quickly snatched it off the shelf as if my parents were about to enter the room, and walked to my bedroom as nonchalantly as I could manage.

I lay down on my stomach with the book firmly in my hands and opened it. There was an introduction by some man named King, which I skipped and thumbed to the table of contents. I began scanning the names for some that I might recognize, hoping to see Tolkien, C.S.Lewis, or some other author that I have read. Some names I did recognize from my parents shelf, but most were new to me and some sounded just silly(What kind of name is Lovecraft?). I scanned the names of the stories hoping for some overt reference to haunted castles or ghosts and finding none. Not wanting to give up on finding the right story I started flipping through the various earmarked pages, some made my the previous owner(s), and some by my mother. I had about given up hope on finding anything that would interest me until I reached the last few pages. About 15 pages from the end I came across a page with the titled Phasma Ex Libris. I spent a minute trying to sound out the words like my parents and teacher's had taught me without success. The words sounded foreign, but also like something out of a fantasy story, and that was enough for me. I turned to the page.

BLANK

I turned to the next one...

BLANK

The next 10 pages were all blank.

Stumped, I looked in between the pages at the spine to see if maybe some pages were torn out and found no evidence of damage. I turned back to the first blank page and saw that it wasn't completely blank after all. At the bottom of the page was a page number,

p.601

The remaining empty pages, I found, had numbers as well. I flipped to the front of the book to see the table of contents only to find that it ended at p.599, with the last story being one by the same King who wrote the introduction. Getting frustrated, I jumped back to the title on p.600 and I noticed that there was no authors name listed. At this point, my young self was out of patience. I tossed the book on my bed and got up to go back to watching animated dinosaurs with my sister. As I was walking out of my room I glanced back at the book, which had fallen open to page 601. I froze in place. The page was no longer empty.

Someone had written on it, or rather was writing on it.

Before my eyes words were slowly appearing on the pages that were completely empty only moment ago. Adrenalin pumped into veins and the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. My entire being was screaming to run but my feet stood firmly planted in the doorway. My eyes refused to leave the page that was slowing and methodically being covered in a dark black ink. After a few hours that were actually mere moments, I began to move, but only to turn toward the book and my greater horror(now truly understanding the meaning) my bare feet began to move toward my bed. I fought each step as if I as being pushed toward a dark abyss. My heart was a thunderous drumming in my head. My mind was screaming at my Judas legs to stop but they no longer took orders, at least not from me. As I neared the edge of the bed I got a clearer view of the words that were appearing in the book, words that did not belong to any language I could conceive, written in an alphabet that could have never belonged to this world. A warm wetness started to form in between my legs as I reached the edge of my bed and I began to lean forward. My arms joined my legs in their mutiny and my hands planted themselves firmly on each side of the book with my face hovering over the horrifying text that continued to flow from some invisible pen.

The page filled to capacity with that demonic writing. As I rigidly faced down into that the red book and I knew that the rest of the blank pages were being covered in the same horrible ink. Urine had ceased running down my legs and my adrenaline rush had subsided, my body having run out of both fluids.

The terror continued for centuries and mountains eroded while the tenebrous writing continued.

Then the chanting started. At first just whisper, but a whisper that continued to grow in strength with every passing second like some possessed Georgian choir where each member chanting their own chorus. The chaotic chanting grew to a deafening volume and through my terror I soon realized that the demonic chorus was coming from the pages as if the book itself was screaming its contents to me. My ears must surely be bleeding, the chanting was so loud. Another voice joined the cacophony, a voice that I recognized as my own. I chanted with the book with the full might of my tiny voice until my vocal cords felt ready to rip apart and my lungs caught fire, barely stopping to catch breath and still I continued through the agony. As my voice rang out in that long dead and unpronounceable language, the words on the page started to move and twist until they swirled around the page, forming a gyre of black ink and hate and terror. The jet black cyclone of what I hoped to be my eminate death began to lift off the page into a putrid reflection of s tornado, rising closer and closer to my mouth as I continued the horrifying chant. I saw death rising from the pages in a swirl of madness, posing like a viper preparing to strike. But Death didn't strike, it slithered and coursed into my mouth and down my throat. Still chanting, the inky vortex filled my lungs until the pages of that horrible book were once more blank down to the page numbers, and darkness took me.

I woke up on my floor. I felt nauseous and sticky, having been laying in a puddle of my own piss and sweat. With my head still ringing from the memory of that horrifying chant, I stood up. The book lay closed on my bed. The nightmares which were so fresh in my mind when I woke up on my bedroom floor began to fade away. The only remaining memory that I have of that nightmare is one of drowning in the blank pages of that red book.
Of course I tried to convince myself that it was just a nightmare. I told myself that I must have simply fallen asleep reading one of the stories. At first it was easy. That morning when first entered my room with that book in my hands the clock on my dresser read 10:31, and as I picked my piss stained and sweat soaked self off my floor after regaining consciousness it read 10:47. How else could all of that terror had occurred in such a short amount of time if it were not a dream? I replaced the book on my parents shelf. My sister was still watching her movie when I walked into our living room. The dinosaurs were still on their quest to find their parents and it seemed that if I did scream during that nightmare, it didn't disturb her or my mother.

The red book has since been donated to goodwill along with some other books and old children's clothing. Many times I had tried to get rid of the damned thing myself, but I could never bring myself to touch it, always breaking out into cold sweats as soon as I got the idea in my head. I I never knew if my mother finished it, or got as far as page 600 but I comforted myself with the thought that I was out of its reach. I had stopped reading all together, not because reading scares me(and it does) but because of what I do to books when I am by myself. Ever since that day, whenever I am alone with a book I black out. When I come to, whatever book I had with me be it text book or novel, will have all of its margins and blank pages filled in with the same hellish script I saw in the last pages of that red book.

I don't always post, but when I do, I post twice.

If my boobs were to determine my halloween outfit, I'd go as a surfboard.

1. Are you alive? No. See number 10.

2. Views on spiced cider, go! I mainline it.

3. Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween. Steve Jobs, last year. My dog was Richard Simmons.

4. Your favorite Halloween specific candy The wax coffins with the candy goo that I don't think they make any longer. Runner up: funny bones.

5. Do you get many trick or treaters? No, and it sucks. I live on a busy street that is the line between the rich neighborhood and the blue-collar neighborhood and I think it's some kind of

6. What are you going to be for Halloween this year? Depressed at the lack of trick-or-treaters. My new puppy is going to be Bruce Willis' French girlfriend in Pulp Fiction. The one that wants a pot belly. Seriously.

7. Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened. There was a blizzard one year when I was maybe ten, and my friends and I were the only ones trick-or-treating in the storm, which had several feet of snow. People gave us entire bags of fun size candy. Then I got home and found out my grandmother had had a massive stroke.

8. What are you planning for National Bosses Day? I don't have a boss, but I think I'll listen to some Springsteen.

9. Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day anymore? Funny story, that. My man works for the government and gets the day off so a few years ago I took it off, too. Through multiple  twists of fate, we ended up at the Mall of America's Rainforest Cafe. I got wasted off some sort of green tree snake cocktail and laughed at the little girl who was afraid of the animatronic gorillas. We took the bus home, I threw up, and then fell asleep watching TV in the middle of the afternoon.

This year I plan to celebrate by seeing "Taken 2".

10. Ghost story, please!! When I thought I had fallen asleep watching TV on that fateful Columbus Day I in fact died of alcohol poisoning. I've been dead for almost three years but can't find peace after dying in such a lame way (did it have to be Rainforest Cafe?), so I'm still hanging around.

1. Are you alive? Oh yes

2. Views on spiced cider, go! It smells better than it tastes. 

3. Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween. I'm always a witch. it's fun. Its aalso my birthday an I got to trick or treat with friends and have a great party every year. Mom made a cake shaped like a black cat and we had a fortune teller for the kids ...... But it was ,y neighbor and we all knew it.o

4. Your favorite Halloween specific candy. CANDY CORN! What else could it be?

5. Do you get many trick or treaters?  Not these days. So sad. 

6. What are you going to be for Halloween this year? A sexy witch. 

7. Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened. I was born! 11:50 on Halloween night. Definately a treat. 

8. What are you planning for National Bosses Day?  When is it? I actually adore my current boss. II'll end him a card. 

9. Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day anymore? I've never been to a new world party ever. 

10. Ghost story, please!!  Corney but here goes.  For centuries the coffin haunted our family. We would hear it i the attic on Halloween clunking down the steps toward us. Every year we shivered in our beds and prayed for it to stop, wondering what would happen if it clunked down all the steps. One year it almost got us, but Billy Bo saved the day. It was moving closer and closer, who knew what body lie inside. We gathered in the kitchen to form a plan.  Was a deadly goul  inside waiting to strike us dead? Was it the grim reaper himself ?  Why was our family  cursed with the moving coffin? It advanced and our hearts raced. Then Billy Bob pulled out  a pack of Ludendorff Cherry cough drops.  "Here," he said, tossing a handful forward.   "These should stop than coffin." An they did.

( ok I apologize but it played well when my dad told it at the birthday parties. I LOVE Halloween.)

“If my boobs were to determine my halloween outfit, I'd go as a surfboard. “

Sexy................. :)

Wow. That is incredibly freaky...

1. Are you alive? A little

2. Views on spiced cider, go! I'm for it.

3. Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween. I like to go all out... I dunno. Last year I was a zombie, which is maybe cliche but my makeup was awesome. Once I went as a Woodstock 99 refugee and my English teacher thought my bruises were real.

4. Your favorite Halloween specific candy Dude. The Cadbury Screme Eggs. How did I not know they did that until this year?!

5. Do you get many trick or treaters? Not really. Maybe a couple dozen.

6. What are you going to be for Halloween this year? Haven't decided. I kind of want to go as a Ghostbuster.

7. Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened. One year in high school we decided to go trick or treating, and we were chatting with this sweet old lady. She asked my friend how she got "all her injuries" and she joked her boyfriend did it. She took a handfull of big tootsie pops and hit him in the forehead HARD. It was so strange and hilarious.

8. What are you planning for National Bosses Day? I am my own boss. When is this day? I think I'll get the boss something nice.

9. Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day anymore? I think my husband gets the Monday off. Maybe.

10. Ghost story, please!! So like. This totally happened to my cousin's boyfriend's dog's former owner. And like...she wouldn't lie. I totally know it's true because the dog is a labrador, okay? So anyway. She was home alone because her parents were at a party or something. And like...she got this phone call, and it was totally like heavy breathing and stuff. Super creepy. So like, she hung up, right? Because, you know...what do you do? Weird. ANYWAY. She is sitting there and she just feels like...WEIRD. And the phone rings again! And it's like...more heavy breathing and stuff. So like, she tries calling her parents and like they are totally not answering the phone!! So she's afraid to go to bed and stuff and she's trying to watch TV but the phone keeps ringing! So she like totally lets it go to the answering machine, expecting more heavy breathing and stuff but now the guy is saying like totally grody stuff to her. Like calling her names and stuff! So she like pushes the button or whatever. And he CALLS BACK. And now he is like describing what she is wearing and telling her he wants to like hurt her or whatever. SUPER CREEPY, RIGHT? OMG.

So like, she knows this guy can SEE her. So she goes and locks all the doors and windows and calls the cops. And so like, they come and they like check out the area around the house and there's no one there or whatever so they LEAVE. And she is like freaking out, okay? So like then there is ANOTHER phone call, and he is like telling her about what she is doing, he can TOTALLY SEE HER. So she calls the cops again and they like trace the phone call and the cop on the phone is all like "OMG THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE YOU HAVE TO LEAVE" So like, obviously she leaves, she like runs out into the night, just like...totally freaked out. BUT HERE'S THE THING. There was like no other phone in the house. There was like no way there could have been someone calling from in there! And like...if he was in the house how did he SEE her, RIGHT? OMG SO CREEPY.

@Jonathan--I get sleep paralysis, too! It's so terrifying. In the moment you can't really make sense of it. I read somewhere that this happens to people once or twice in their lives but it happens to me at least once or twice a year. 

1. Are you alive? Yes.

2. Views on spiced cider, go! It's okay.

3. Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween. A ghost.

4. Your favorite Halloween specific candy None really.

5. Do you get many trick or treaters? Never had one here, even though I've turned the lights on, been home during the hours they go out, had candy whole 9 yards.

6. What are you going to be for Halloween this year? Maybe a ghost again.

7. Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened. Never really had one.

8. What are you planning for National Bosses Day? I don't see my boss for weeks, sometimes months at a time. I'm not a 100% I could pick him out of a crowd. I doubt he is going to make a trip over for national bossess day.

9. Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day anymore? Depends on if I have a job I can get a day off with pay for it. If so, yes. Currently, no.

10. Ghost story, please!! While dressed as ghost (see questions 3) I attended some close friend's Halloween party. 3 of them came up ready to kick me out because they thought I was some stranger who had crashed the party.

I think Screme Eggs are new this year. I'm pretty on the ball about holiday candy.

@sean of the dead largemarge4ever.

0. If you're a regular, a new member, an old lurker, something that can't be qualified, he who cannot be named, or just reading this and happen to be alive -  please come in and share with us. A: Old lurker

1. Are you alive? A: Yeah. Fall is my favorite time of the year and October is my favorite month.

2. Views on spiced cider, go! A: Smells and tastes great. Hates me. Sour stomach and diarrhea. I like the packets of sugar-free spiced cider "drink" with no apple juice in it. 

3. Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween. A: Death - shroud, scythe, face blacked out except for eyes. So simple. People try to act cool about it, but they're almost all affected...

4. Your favorite Halloween specific candy A: Can't think of any Halloween-specific ones. Bit-O-Honey... 

5. Do you get many trick or treaters? A: Yes. I eat all the candy myself but keep the wrappers. The trick-or-treaters are told "You're so cute/you're so scary" and I drop candy-wrappered gravel in their bags. Would that would be "trick-as-treat" or "treat-as-trick?" They don't know it's me (yet)....so yes, still get a lot....

6. What are you going to be for Halloween this year? A: Death. Or, my girlfriend and I are going as Neil and  the Turtleman from "Call of the Wildman." Currently, we're debating who goes as who. 

7. Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened. A: Went through the Haunted House attraction but didn't come out for a while. We stayed inside and joined the staff. Lots of fun. We didn't get caught - we got tired of scaring people and eventually left...

8. What are you planning for National Bosses Day? A: I give Sympathy Cards instead of Bosses Day cards. Makes the bosses laugh. Job security/regular raises...keep 'em laughing. 

9. Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day anymore? A: Only Italian-Americans. 

10. Ghost story, please!! A: "What was the worst thing you've ever done? I won't tell you that, but I'll tell you the worst thing that ever happened to me . . . the most dreadful thing . . ." Peter Straub

Are you alive? No.

1. Are you alive? Didn't seem like it last night.

2. Views on spiced cider, go! Not my cup of tea.

3. Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween. Butterfly.

4. Your favorite Halloween specific candy Kit-kat or Reeses Peanut Butter Cup

5. Do you get many trick or treaters? Decent amount at the shop every year. Made arrangements for one preschool class.

6. What are you going to be for Halloween this year? Not going to celebrate it this year. Being 30 is depressing. A depressed 30 year old good-for-nothing-weirdo.

7. Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened. It was in middle school, and my then close friends (two of them back then, not anymore) went trick-or-treating in the apartment complexes near her home. Back then it was crazy fun.

8. What are you planning for National Bosses Day? Nothing.

9. Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day anymore? Yes, post office does and they're closed. We're open though!

10. Ghost story, please!! Not really a ghost story, but the guy that killed my cousin's pic showed up on my mom's screensaver. Mom was freaking out when it appeared. He was her husband, so that's why we had his photo in the computer files. He killed himself after he killed her. Not good with ghost stories, but this'll have to do. Sorry. My creative juices have dried up. Will recover eventually.

Are you alive?

Not sure. Will have to he track to you on that one. 

Views on spiced cider, go!

Dont know. Never had it. 

Favorite thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween.

A football player I my hometown's rival team with an axe in his head. 

Your favorite Halloween specific candy. 

Reese's all day

Do you get many trick or treaters?

Not sure since I'm fourteen (today I might add) this is my first year not going out. 

What are you going to be for Halloween this year?

Havent decided yet because I can't not dress up. 

Tell me about that one Halloween when that crazy thing happened. 

I was six and it was first time in a haunted house and I got really scared and peed. That's about as crazy as my life gets. 

What are you planning for National Bosses Day?

They have that?

Does anyone celebrate Columbus Day?

Yes. I don't have to go to school. 

Ghost story, please!

I would but I hate typing all this out on mmy phone.