I love Halloween. The dressing up, the walking till my feet blister, the decorations, the free candy...it's just an awesome holiday. This year will be the first year I stay at the house, and pass out candy instead of trying to look like I'm still young enough to be out trick-or-treating.
In fact, the only one of my siblings still technically young enough to enjoy the holiday without people screaming about how he's too old is Mike. But then, Mike can pass for a kid half his age -- we have to tell people that yes, he actually IS a high school student.
BB and I used to delight in making up stories to terrify Rex and Mike. For a year or so, we had the two of them convinced that there was an army of Predators with pet bears that hid in the trees, and followed them.
Those leaves moving? Not the wind. You can't feel a breeze, can you? It's the Predators moving. That's how you know where they are. But you have to look closely to notice it at all.
Rex did a good job of scaring himself. He saw skeletons in the bathroom, and was convinced that the moon was sentient, and stalking him through the night...watching him as he slept.
The crowning achievement of our little project was a couple of years ago, when we terrified Mike with a goofy story.
http://www.scaryforkids.com/tek-tek/
We showed that to Mike. For some reason, it scared the ever-loving snot out of him. Looking at him, and slowly saying, "Tek...tek...tek..." would send him screaming, fleeing from the room. It got so bad, we finally had to find a way to make him see that it really wasn't that scary at all.
Horror Story
The boy was late. He moved at a brisk pace, trying to make up for lost time. Out of the corner of his eye, he sensed motion. …and then he heard it.
“Tek, tek, tek, tek.”
Scared, he sped up. He tried to put distance between himself and the thing chasing him. But still, he heard it. “Tek, tek, tek, tek.”
He sped up more. But no matter how much faster he went, the strange, frightening sound seemed to be right behind him. “Tek, tek, tek…”
Finally, he could go no further. He stopped, and spun to face the thing. A blur moved directly towards him. He closed his eyes, waiting for the thing to finish him off. And then…
Elbow-girl zoomed past him. She rounded the last corner, and crossed the finish line, leaving everyone else in her tracks. The boy knew he was defeated. Elbow-girl had once more won the Elbow-races.