Halloween!

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. I love going to haunted houses, dressing up, carving pumpkins and seeing decorations and others' costumes on Halloween night. When I used to trick-or-treat, I loved racing my cousins to houses, getting candy, and after counting and organizing them all, trading them for something better. Yes, I counted and organized my candy. I organized them by color and by brand. I was always lucky when I wanted to trade. I'm not a huge fan of chocolate, I like actual sugary candy and my cousins always traded for chocolate.
I'm not very good at carving pumpkins without the little cutouts to help me. I'm not that creative when it comes to designing a scary image on a pumpkin. I like tracing the image off a picture and carving it into the pumpkin. I LOVE the pumpkin smell. But I hate the feeling of the innards of the pumpkin.
One of my favorite things about Halloween is the haunted houses and decorations. In middle school, my grade would always be in charge of the school's haunted house. I remember my science and homeroom teacher would stop lessons once Halloween came closer and we would work on designing the haunted house. Flashing lights, fog, scarers. I love creating them and going through them. I always feel my stomach drop when someone jumps out at me or grabs me. But that is the reason I love them. Last year, my boyfriend took me to Frightmare for my birthday and as I screamed at the top of my lungs, he wasn't scared. I was amazed. He walked through saying, "Hello," to all the scarers, while I had mini freak outs when they popped out or chased us.
Walking around with my sisters while they trick-or-treat, I love seeing the decorations on houses and the costumes. I think it's a way to show of some creativity. The decorations at Spirit this year are demented. I went the other day with my boyfriend and we saw a teddy bear stabbing itself, dolls sewing there mouths shut, babies without eyes who creepily sing, "I'm watching you," and an insane asylum with a girl in the back screaming because there are hooks from chains where her arms should be. Scary, right?