While my colleagues here at Vampirenomad.com have spent the month regaling you with spooky tales and talk of the Halloween season, I have to make a confession: I’m not big fan of Halloween.
I never have been.
Sure as a kid I trick-or-treated a bit, but about halfway through elementary school I figured out that it was a lot of annoyance for not much reward. The costumes were uncomfortable vinyl with plastic masks (It was the 1980s, after all), and I’d end up with a bunch of candy that I didn’t really like. Why go through all that? My parents bought candy that I liked, so I could stay home, hand out candy to other kids, and see their costumes when they came to the door, all the while munching on sweets that I actually enjoyed.
Call it missing the point, if you want, but it worked for me.
Add to that the fact that I don’t get any enjoyment out of being scared and have understood the fascination that people have with ghosts, zombies, vampires, and other monsters, and you end up with someone who just doesn’t appreciate Halloween.
There was a window, though. For the ten years between 2003 and 2013, I enjoyed Halloween, but that was because I was seeing it through the eyes of my children. While I never appreciated it when I was a kid, trick-or-treating was somehow so much more fun when I was taking my own children from house to house.
Now, though, my kids are at the end of the line for trick-or-treating. My son hasn’t gone in years, and this year, if my daughter goes, it will probably be with her mother. So I’m back to being the Halloween curmudgeon.
My kids still love it, though, which is why I may be having a far scarier Halloween than you. My son is hosting a Halloween party. That night my house will be invaded by a horde of 15-year-old.
- Alan Decker
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