Not me, my dad.
When I was a very young Loon my father had the most dreadful Halloween mask I've ever seen. It was a full face mask with long wispy grey hair that came back from it and was ashy grey with sunken cheeks and two staring holes for the eyes- in other words, like a week-old cadaver. It scared the hell out of me as a child, and still gives me a chill to think about.

Up the road from our house was Mrs. McGinty, a fairly young widow whose husband had died not many years ago. A very sweet woman, really- I knew her fairly well and really liked her.

So what does Dad do? He puts on this mask at about 10:00 and sneaks up to her house as she's watching TV and starts making scratching noises at her window. Annoyed and expecting teenagers, she opens the curtains to see a large corpse wearing an Army jacket clawing at the glass...

I met up with her twenty years later, and she still hadn't forgiven him.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 13 Dec 2007, 17:07, Reply)