Spooky Halloween stories -

[Jerry_ smith56]

I thought since today is the spookyest day It would be a good idea to ask y'all what you did or are going to do this Halloween. A few users might have some interesting tales of things they did this Halloween or Halloweens prior to this.

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[Rand /pol/]

Burger King foot lettuce

 

[Coleman Francis]

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[NOT Sword Fighter Super]

Went to Salem, Ma for Halloween with an ex dressed as (surprise surprise) Mario and Luigi home-made costumes. You'd be surprised how hard it is to find a long sleeved red shirt that matches a hat. We even got wooden stars from some craft store and painted them to look like super stars.

I grew out a real mustache so I looked legit. She looked...ok. We got our pictures taken a lot.

Some British dude visiting the US liked our costumes so much that he ended up hanging out with us for the entire night. It was pretty fun. We used to be the first result for "Mario bros Halloween Salem" on Google image search, but I think they're long gone at this point.

Salem on Halloween is fun...but take the fucking train. Trying to find a parking spot there is a fucking nightmare.

 

[RG 448]

A long story but

Spoiler

When I was about 13, I was up late one night, just browsing AOL instant messenger, when I recieved an IM (instant message) from a high school friend. It said “My name is Fraumaldehyde, I am a four year old girl who died in Germany after my face was burnt off with acid. If you do not send this message to 20 people within the next hour, I will come for you. I will take your face.” Obviously I wrote this off as bullshit (huge mistake), logged off, banged whichever cheerleader was with me that night, and after sending her away with cab fare I went to bed. It was about midnight when I awoke to the unmistakeable feeling of being watched. “Go home, bitch,” I whispered in the darkness, “I gave you cab money and I’m too tired for another round.” But then, I felt a cold, boney hand caress my cheek. Its long, unkempt fingernails dug into my skin, and I felt blood run down my chin. “Alright,” I said rolling over and reaching for the lamp, “just a quicky, but then you gotta get the fuck outta here.” But the words died on my lips as I switched on the lamp and saw not my fair maiden with the hands and teeth of a meth-addicted hobo, but instead a long-haired figure with a cascade of formless, ruined, pulsating flesh where its face should have been. After shitting myself on the off-chance it was planning to rape me, I dove out of the bed and escaped the room. I pounded on my parents’ bedroom door until my dad threw it open, furious at the noise I was making. “I’m not lending you more cab fare,” he said. “You handle that shit on your own.” But then I began to explain what happened. My mother was awake too, and overheard the story. She got scared and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air!". I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare. But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air

 

[AA 102]

I think I was in sixth grade and I went out trick or treating with a friend of mine. Parents didn't come with because we were using yhe buddy system. Anyways my friend and I went to this old house that someone had just moved into. It was at the end of a street and the house next to it got condemned and demolished so it looked like it was separated from the rest of the neighborhood. We went up to the house and rang the doorbell. We waited and no one came to the door so we started to leave. Just as we were coming up on the sidewalk a crow or raven just flew out of the bushes and it spooked me a lot.

The end.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

This story probably takes place when I was 13, based on the events leading up to this story, and involves the "Smith" and "Jones" families. The Smiths had two entitled, bratty kids - "Alex" (age 5) and "Brian" (age 4) - who could do no wrong in their parents' eyes. The Jones had a grandson, "Charlie", who was close in age to Alex and Brian. The three could be quite the trouble-making trio when they wanted to be.

Although Mr. Jones was rather chill, his wife wasn't. There were rumors she had a drinking problem; that might explain why she thought it was a good idea to grab my next door neighbor's bike by the handle bars and throw it down to the ground with him on it - all for the horrible offense of riding across a small sliver of their lawn when trying to turn around at the end of the block.

That summer, Alex decided to spit on me unprovoked when I rode my bike past his house. Between that, the other antics he had pulled over time, and his parents constant white knighting of him, I decided to do something to get back at Alex, Brian, and Charlie - but it had to be something that wasn't destructive or otherwise illegal. Halloween that year gave me what I thought was the perfect, spur of the moment idea.

During my trick or treating, I got to the Smith house and stopped before going up the porch stairs so I could casually blow out the candle in their pumpkin. It was probably quite stupid in the grand scheme of things, but it was my young self's way of getting harmless payback. I then got my treat from the parents without incident and walked over to the Jones house. As I get to the porch, I'm all set to blow out that pumpkin's candle. I happen to look up and I can make out Mr. Jones sitting outside on his porch in the darkness. I was thankful I hadn't started to blow and his silent presence on the porch scared me to the point I feared he saw me blow out the neighbor's candle and might tell my parents the next time he saw them. If he had seen, though, he didn't say anything. In fact, I believe he was polite to me when giving me my treat - consistent with his reputation as a chill neighbor. Still, I was glad I somehow saw him before I tried to blow out his candle, and not after.