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Halloween memories and stories!

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Do you have any special Halloween memories or stories to share?

I have many...

- Once when I was around 10-year-old, a convience store in my neighborhood threw up a contest for kids who previously sent them drawings, in which I participated. They were giving away many prizes the evening of Halloween, the first one being a check of $100. The drawing of the winners (which was totally random) was at around 7 pm, and I really wanted to be there (as if I had a premonition or something). I was annoying my dad as we were collecting candies, but he was like "Yeah, contest, whatever". We finally got there (me dressed up as a sexy detective), and my dad waited outside as the store was full of kids attending the giveaway. 15 minutes later, I got back outside and told my dad : "There... a check of $100."

- Also in my neighborhood, there was a dead-end street where the residents always organized extravagent stuff. It was so big and awesome, the news channels got there almost every year to cover the event. Some people threw up a show in their garage (which was awesome). Other folks set up an entire scenery in their backyard (which was awesome too) ; kids had to 'travel' through all sorts of freaky stuff to finally receive their candies. Hundreds of people gathered on that street every year, and it was like a huge Halloween festival with loud music and crazy decorations.

- The last time I collected candies on Halloween (I was about 13), my friend and I had a brilliant idea : we went collecting in stores on commercial streets. All those stores had a lot of awesome candies to give (since they were promoting their store, sorta), and nobody had the same idea as we did. Since it was late and the stores were about to close, the storeowners were literally giving us all their candies. That was so awesome, really, we both had like 3 big grocery bags full of candies each. Then, as we were returning home... we fucking ran into a gang. Shit! They weren't 4 or 5 in number... they were like 15-20 jerks (18 year-old or so). They began to throw stuff at us, then 2-3 of them ran up to us and stole all our fucking candies. Goddamn shit, fucking crap %$#! Then, at our great surprise, one guy got back to us with all our bags! He was very calm, and seemed like the gang leader or something. He went : "Sorry dudes, some of us are crazier than others. Here are your candies back. Have fun." We finally got back home with the greatest amount of candies we ever collected. Victory!

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I wasn't allowed to participate in Halloween.
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I wasn't allowed to participate in Halloween.


Now that's sad... why is that?
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Now that's sad... why is that?


Not sad, just is. There are a lot of kids not allowed to participate for the same reason. It was against my parents religious beliefs.
I remember being scared out of my mind one time. My friends and I went through a subdivision and when we came to the last house some crazy bastards on stilts started chasing us with chainsaws! We thought they were being serious and weren't going to quit chasing us, but then we realized they were doing it because they had a haunted house set up at their house.
We don't celebrate Halloween in UK but it's been getting more and more popular over the last 15 years. So my memory is from about 5 years ago when I was in NYC and was there for Halloween. The weather, so I was told, was very unusual, we were in t shirt all day and it wasn't much cooler in the evening. I knew about the parade but what I didn't realize was the size of it, it took over 3 hours to pass! I also didn't know that so many adults dressed up during the day but the one memory that I'll always remember was of this one guy. He had the body of an Abercrombie and Fitch model and was wearing white gym shoes, tight white briefs with the most perfect set of angel's wings. They were about 5 feet tall at must have been made of swan feathers. The effect was so stunning I just stood with my mouth open and he laughed as he passed.
As a freshman in high school I went to a local haunted house with some friends. There were about 10-15 of us, all giddy and nervous to be hanging out with so many people of the opposite sex... unsupervised. Still wet behind the ears. So, we go inside the thing and it's fun. Rooms with scary scenes, dimly lit corridors that are like a maze. We ended up in a dead end room that was pitch dark and we're all bumping into each other. A soft hand grazes mine and we instinctively hold hands together. My heart was racing, no idea who it was. So I whispered, "who is this?" The reply, "Marc, who are you?" "JOHN" and we both snatched our hands away from each other. He and I laughed about that for years. haha



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