Describe your least favourite Halloween experience.

Rony

Worst halloween I ever had would be when I was younger I got sick and couldn’t go out trick or treating. I would’ve went regardless but parents stopped me, damn it!!

Sean T. Collins - Attentiondeficitdisorderly Too Flat

I remember getting all dressed up as the Crow in high school and not ending up having anywhere to go to show off. I just ended up opening the door for trick or treaters on my mom’s behalf. None of them recognized me. Fail.

Eric - Bloody Good Horror

When I was like 7 or 8, my mom made me dress up as a “Gloworm.” The fellow 80’s kids/parents will know what I’m talking about. Not only was the costume less than manly (or cool) but the mask made it hard to see where I was walking. So I’m walking down my neighbor’s stairs, guessed wrong as to how many stairs there were, and ended up face first on the sidewalk. So now not only am I dressed up like a gloworm, but I’m crying. I can’t believe I just told that story.

Tim - Mondo Schlocko

The moment you go to bed and realize that the next day Halloween will be back in 365 days. I hate that moment.

Nathan - MicroHorror

You’re a grown-up now; there’s no denying it. As much as you’d love to go out trick-or-treating, you decide that you’re going to be responsible for once. You’re going to stay at home on Halloween so that you can give out candy to the new generation and teach them how much fun Halloween should be. Here’s how your evening goes.

5:00 PM: Your costume is on and your decorations are up. The CD of spooky music and sound effects is playing on your stereo. You’ve taken your post by the door. Beside you is a gigantic bowl of candy– the good stuff, not those horrible black-and-orange taffies. You’re ready.

5:15 PM: No trick-or-treaters yet. They’re probably just getting a late start.

5:30 PM: Still no trick-or-treaters. The candy in the bowl is starting to look mighty tasty.

5:45 PM: Where are they? Since you paid for the candy, you figure you’re entitled to just a piece or two.

5:50 PM: Or three. Or eight.

6:15 PM: You’re downright bored by now. If you start watching a DVD, you’ll still be able to hear the doorbell if it rings.

6:20 PM: You put in a horror DVD you got from NetFlix, sit in your easy chair and start watching.

6:23 PM: You go back to the front door, get the bowl of candy, bring it back to your chair and resume the movie.

6:45 PM: The movie doesn’t seem all that good, but maybe it’ll get better.

7:30 PM: This movie sucks.

8:10 PM: The movie is over. Most of the candy in the bowl has vanished mysteriously, and a pile of candy wrappers has appeared next to you. Still no trick-or-treaters. Maybe the other horror DVD you got from NetFlix will be better.

9:45 PM: No, that movie sucked too.

10:00 PM: You turn off the porch light. Goddamn kids today don’t know what Halloween is about. You take off the costume and start getting ready for bed. You vow that next year, you’ll spend your time productively and throw eggs at cars.

3:23 AM: The doorbell rings. You swear under your breath, roll over and go back to sleep.

Jeff O’Brien

Being in tears as a little kid wearing a dorky costume instead of the ones my friends wore that i thought were so cool.

Louis Fowler

The time I got molested.

Dave - Rue Morgue’s The Abbatoir

I’m sure we all share this one: the year you realize you’re too old to trick-or-treat. I don’t recall exactly how old I was, but what a bummer. Few things in life signal the end of childhood more painfully than your first Halloween night at home. Luckily, drunken Halloween house parties more than made up for it a few years later.

Stacie - Final Girl

Man that’s an easy one. When I was in first grade, I dressed up as the Incredible Hulk- it was one of those Ben Cooper costumes, the kind that came in a box. We kiddies got to wear our costumes to school and towards the end of the day we had a big party. Everyone arranged their desks around the room, forming a giant circle. Everyone had a little plate and the teacher passed out candy and other goodies. I remember sitting in my chair, pushed far away from my desk, not enjoying the snacks like everyone else was because something JUST WASN’T RIGHT. By the time I figured out what was going on, it was far too late: I made it to the classroom door before I before I barfed all over the place. I kind of stood there, and at that moment a parade of kindergarteners came by to show off their costumes; they couldn’t get into our class because of the mess I made in the doorway- they all hurried by curious and horrified. I got sick some more and eventually made my way to the nurse’s office…my mom came and picked me up and took me home. No trick or treating for me that year, but I did at least get to participate in the “joy” of handing out candy to all the other neighborhood kids- just what every first grader wants to do on Halloween. One ruined Hulk costume, no candy, and the humiliation of upchucking in front of all my classmates! Yay!

Worst. Halloween. EVARRR.

And on that happy note this edition of The Horror Roundtable draws to a close. Thanks to all the ghouls and goblins who contributed their horror stories this week. Make sure you check out their sites in the links above, and if you have your own tales of Halloween terror won’t you share them below?

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