Exactly Sam. It’s not going to help anyone in any way. Just makes you look bad in the end. Curtis had a long story to tell. So what? If it’s too long for you to take the time to actually read it and appreciate it, then move on and don’t read it. Simple as that. 
No need to complain about how much someone wrote… When Sam picks the winner, I’m sure it’s not going to be based on how much was written. I mean, I’m sure the length will play a role to some extent, for example I’m sure a one liner won’t cut it, but you know what I mean…
Curtis, once again you had a very well written and cool story bro. 
OMG here we go again 
…i thought we were finished with this disscussion?!?
mine has got to be when i was forst michael for halloween it was in 2005. for months i did work around the house and many jobs moving the lawn. I finally was able to buy the myers at Halloween USA. I remember everyday walking home from the bus stop…hearing the leaves crunch under my feet, and with the halloween theme ringing in my ears. The town i live in kinda looks like Haddonfield on a few streets. The air was full of different smells liek cider being made at the factory on my street…a neighbor burning leaves, just the smell of fall was in the air. There was that halloween vibe in the air. Houses had the styrofoam tombstones in the yards, and the fog machines set up. In school everybody was hyped talking about what pranks they were going to pull, or where they were gonna go trick or treating. When i bought ym first mask i thought it was the most awesoem thign i ever owned…i thought it looked exactly like it was from the movie. I remember what made me want to get it was my mom saw it in an ad in a newspaper. she said “if somebody came up to me in a mask liek that id lock myself in the house” but i remember the almost sinister feeling i had when i first put it on. I remember i wen aroun my neighborhood and would follow random people or stand outside random houses and stare inside the windows. That was one of the best halloweens i ever spent
Well i’ve had alot of memories all of them having to do with me and my mom every year she would make me a new costume but one year she made me a teenage mutant ninja turtle and it was amazing all the thought that went into it and i went trick or treating and was the best day of my life.
P.S everyones stories are awesome 
my fondest memories dont really sound that great but , they are good enough for me. just remebering how it felt to be a little kid in the eighties, the pop music on the radio , dark nights, cheezy costume, glow sticks and a pillow case waiting to be filled , its hard to describe but it was great!
for me it would have to be back when i was in the 2nd grade.we were poor that year my dad had got laid off and money was super tight.i wanted to be a ghostbuster but we had no money for costumes that year.my big brother was 12 at the time. made me a ghostbusters costume out of a big wheel box , wood dowel ,a garden hose and an old snow suit.i looked terrible. but i realy thought back then i looked great .i still remember him looking for stuff around the house to maske it out of.me and him share a few beers every halloween and have a good laugh about it…tommy
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I cant pick just one, but if i had to pick one, i would pick last year, the first year i went as michael. i remember trying to pull off the best michael i cound, trying to speak as little as possible, trying to be as creepy as i could. i went with my friend nick and this guy carter came with us, after we were done trick r treating, we went back to carters house for the night. as soon as we turn on the tv, H1 was playing! it just put the biggest smile on my face, becayuse carter and his overly protective mom sat down to watch it! we went to bed, and the next day i had the lastr halloween party i could do, ive been doing one every year since i was in 1st grade, and im in high school now. the memories of the fun i had that night ill never forget, but i will try to top. ive come so far in collecting, appreciating, and knowing trhe holiday, i only want to say.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
For me it was working on my Boris Karloff the mummy out fir, for months, my mom had bought me a book called" Monster maker." It taught you how to make fake blood out of red food coloring, use gelloton to make burnt fake skin, just using household kitchen products to make monster stuff with, so after months of cutting up sheets from the thrift store, and making a mummy suite. taking hours to put it on on the big night, adding cornmeal and gelloton to make my face look like a rotten mummy, I went out trick or treating, and the people were suprised that a kid could produce something so real looking, then we came across a family that made their own haunted house, and loved the costume so much they wanted me to work in it. I was on clowed 9.
Well my favorite memory isn’t of a certain year but of a tradition. The tradition is to watch horror movies on TV and Halloween on DVD. I wasn’t able to think of the words to explain how important it is. It’s like a tree at christmas or a turkey at thanksgiving. I know it may seem silly to have spending time with your mom appear so important but quite frankly it just wouldn’t be Halloween if I didn’t.
Well, mine’s a long one…These were in the days when time lasted longer, life was simpler, and all-over happiness radiated in my life and keep in mind I was scared of literally ANYTHING, I mean a picture of Michael Myers would scare me enough to give me nightmares and even make me wet the bed a little (our secret 'k?) anyways, my old house was just that, an old house. And I dont just say that because it was the first house I lived in, but it’s been around a decent amount of time and it had a fair share of stories. From what I’ve heard the place is basically a paranormal resort, but I never truly experienced anything so I have nothing to say 'bout it. Anyways (again) I always hated Halloween I didnt like to be scared so I would trick or treat for an 1 hour before nightfall then I would return to my cold, dark home. Alone. So just like every year my habits turned on and I marched back to my house and popped in my Barney tape with all the lights on. So here I am home alone on Halloween, the screams of little kids outside my window, scared shitless of what could happen when I heard the creaking on my porch then a pound, not a knock, on the door. I wasn’t so smart back then, and I went screaming “mommy!” dragging along my Darth Vader robe to open the door. But while I expected to see My Mom…or my Dad…what I saw was the hulking figure of a man wearing a mask, a cheap Doll Face mask, and he just stood there, he carried a REAL knife that he boasted in front of my face. He was silent and he just stood there…he didnt even look down and I just stood there too, I felt completely cold and I wished I had stayed trick or treating tonight. A few more minutes passed on he just invited himself in he walked around the whole house and I still just stood there paralyzed, not knowing what to do if I should run or what. But I’d seen my fair share of Horror Movies and I knew running did no good. I watched as he came back and just walked out. My heart was just leaping. After I unclenched my Ass- cheeks I just wondered and stared at the barney poster on my door which was open in a WTF? stare. I remember forgetting this…up until the 2000’s when I sat down in the theatre and saw a trailer for The Strangers…I mean my story was no where near the same but to me it was as traumatic. I guess the only reason I like this memory was because it made me feel the real deal when it came to fear. I know it sounds weird but I like fear and nothing had ever jolted me up like that moment, no haunted houses (real or halloween-style), or movies, literally nothing. In that one moment I was saying goodbye to the world because I thought this dude was for real and was gonna do something. This happened in the Halloween of 1994 and he was reported to the police that later arrested him, since he had done this to many houses, a man named Timothy Hansen. I tried to tell everyone (no believed right?) but no cared to listen to me until news broke out maybe 2, 3 days later.
So it went like this:
Trick or Treat in the daylight:
Back home to Barney: 
Mom and Dad are home 
Tim is here: 
(or in my mind: 
)
Later on, 
Recalling Now a days,
Timothy all I gotta say is :finga:
BEST HALLOWEEN SCARE EVER, priceless
Later,
:butthead:
I was probably about 5 in October of 76’ and I wanted a Ben Cooper Shazam costume.When we got to the store they didn’t have my size only a costume that was the next size up…which was way to long for me but I really wanted it, so my mom bought it for me. Now the costume’s legs were rolled up like blue jeans…but it still would unroll and I would trip on them and between the fall leavees, a costume that I tripped over and a mask that would come down (due to the string being to loose) I really couldn’t see that well and that plastic mask would scratch my face all night. Now I live in a rual country area where everyone knows everyone so it wasn’t uncommo for us to go inside on ocassion (if someone’s goodies were in the kitchen) one house my sister, a neighbor named Laura (my first kiss but that’s another story… ) and I went to one house where we got an apple, wrapped popcorn ball and somethingelse wrapped in tinfoil…latter when we opened them my sister and Laura got sweet potatoes and I got a rock (just like Charlie Brown…still laugh to this day) The same night we visited Ms. Cruise a VERY OLD woman who had LOTS of cats (and the place was creep,stunk and was also where I stepped in cat crap) which stunk up the whole car. My mom said we should go home, but we weren’t through so I took off my shoes and put them in the trunk and continued on in my sock feet. The last house was Dorothy Goatley’s house and she was a very nice lady always laughing, but she had 2 sons which were about 14 to 16 and she gave out lots of candy and the good stuff. After receiving our candy they jumped out of a tree, one with a ghost mask the other in a white sheet, the girls saw them,screamed and ran… I bringing up the rear checking out my candy…then realizing them running I turned and saw what they saw. I ran,fell,ran,fell,dropped my candy…though only dropped a little,ran screamed,fell,pissed myself ran and screamed finally making to the car.I was so scared. But looking back we all laugh our butts off thinking of that Halloween. I swear this is all true! Every year someone has me tell that story, now my neice and nephew are the ones asking me to tell it. Great memory!!
AND THE WINNER IS…CAESAR!!! serious man, love the story curtis
My favorite childhood memory of Halloween…
The one thing that automatically pops into my head is Family! As far back as I can remember, the Halloween holiday was always a big part of our family.
As a youngster, Trick-or-treating with my brothers, cousins, and the kids of family friends, was almost a GUARANTEE!
Fifteen or so kids hooting and hollering up a storm for what back then, made the night seem endless!
Finally getting back to the house, proud of the candy haul you made that night and trading the “JUNK” candy with the
kids who actually liked that crap! … Meanwhile… The adults are outside in the garage, Aunt is yelling at Uncle about
“How much he had to drink” and Dad’s tring to change the subject so us kids don’t figure out they’re arguing!
Out comes grandma…Lampshade on her head, banging on a frying pan with a wooden spoon! That was always so HILARIOUS!!!
She always knew how to calm a situation down…and she wasn’t even 
!..
Family is a huge part of my life. Dysfunctional?? Maybe…who’s isn’t… Back in the day we didn’t know the word dysfunction,
to us it was called GOOD FUN, GOOD PEOPLE, GREAT TIMES!! FAMILY, you gotta love em’
Aloha, Jon
Sorry no pics 
… NO EVIDENCE!!
I think my fondest Chilhood memory was when I was in grade 1. We decorated the entire classroom and our teacher (who was really into the holiday) made it exciting for all of us.
My “favorite” childhood memory of Halloween…
I was like 6-7 years old, I think it was on Halloween 2001 or 2002, I sat alone in the couch and watching TV (my parents where upstairs) when it knocked on the door, when I was young I was ALWAYS scared of everything, so of course I got scared when it knocked on the door when I was alone… I was walking to the door to open it and then I saw a shape of the guy that was standing outside through the blurry window on the door: I saw that the guy was holding a gun! I ran back into the room where I was watching TV because I was really scared because in Sweden we don’t celebrate Halloween very much and I didn’t know that it was Halloween that day. My parents came down and asked me why I didn’t open the door and I said: “Don’t open! It’s a murder outside!” They didn’t believe me of course, they opened the door and outside there was a guy with a toy gun…
I wasn’t scared anymore but I started to cry, It was like a nightmare for me! 
And I will never forget that night!
Thanks man…Though at the time It backed fired on me LoL…I can laugh about it now…I just freaked out the wrong set of dudes…I watched how I did things myers style for a long time after that…Thanks again bud…Everyone has some pretty good stories here…It has been really fun to read them all…Later guys
My favorite Halloween memory was when I was 11, In early September my family (my mom and pop and me and my 3 siblings) just got back to CT from living in Albania for a little under a year, my family was going through some tough times so we had too move in with my uncles family which was perfectly fine with me, since my cousin Artie and his 2 brothers and sister we’re all in a 4 and a half year age span. Artie was and still is my best friend and our relationships only grew stronger. Anyways we went too school together and basically did everything together, like brothers, so Halloween rolls around and me my siblings, and my 4 cousins all get our costumes together. I always tried to be Michael for almost every Halloween, but naturally I didn’t have enough money too even buy the knock off cheap mask, so I used too wear dark blue jeans, and a dark blue long sleeve shirt and any regular mask I could get. This Halloween I had a cheap warewolf mask, nothing special but it was creepy. A few days before Halloween my older brother and older cousin used it too scared one of my younger cousins, (not living with us) who was about 4 at the time. My mom was so furious she cut it up with scissors in front of my younger cousin and all of us to show him it was just a mask and to show us what happens when we use masks too scare him and she threw it away. I was very upset but couldn’t do anything about it. Halloween day comes and Artie and I are at school and im just in my blue jeans and shirt “myers” outfit while everyone is fully dressed in costumes to do our elementary school Halloween party. Needles to say it wasn’t going good for me so far. The time for trick or treating was coming and I was maskless. So my older brother who felt bad for getting my mask destroyed and Artie knew how much I wanted to at least have a mask let alone be Michael Myers, so they made me a makeshift Halloween 4 “bandage” mask (from the garage scene where Michael attains his coveralls) by wrapping my head in toilet paper and bandage. I honestly loved it more then any mask I could have gotten in stores. That Halloween afternoon/night in Ellington CT, I swear, was the epitome of fall, the sun was going down, making the sky a orangey pink, all of the leaves were orange, yellow, red and scattered everywhere, about every house in the neighborhood as lit up and decorated and everyone was in the Halloween spirit. Every door was welcoming kids, giving out candy etc. We went out that Halloween all night and had a blast, seriously not too sound korny but it was probably one of the greatest nights ever, the single greatest night of my childhood. Every Halloween after that I either went out with just my brothers or with a friend because my family moved into our own house, and my cousins family moved to Wallingford. By the time I was 15 I was working so I couldn’t go out until 9 for Halloween but I outgrew the trick or treating aspect so it was ok. Times changed since then and I don’t get too see my cousins too often. Were much older and everyone has moved on to college etc. lol I feel like “The Sandlot”. I really want to have a good Halloween like that again, maybe when I have kids I can rediscover that magic, lol get away with being a 6’5” Michael Myers trick or treater…
Well a memory that sticks in my head is watching Halloween II for the first time back in 1983 I was 7years old. I watched it at my Aunts house and she lived in
a house that was not well lit most of the rooms were dark. I remember it being so scary even going to the bathroom because you could hear the halloween theme. For a while when I was little I used to think Micheal Myers really did roam the streets on Halloween night. But I was just a kid back then . How Ironic that when I was a kid I was so scared of Micheal Myers but now I love it go figure 
I decided to tell my memory in “poem” form. I hope you like it. (as I’m never satisfied, its subject to change )
It was the 31st of October
I was the age of ten
The worst had taken over
To lurk for prey again
Mere boys that dressed as men
We filled the moon lit night
Creped about with our sweetened mouths
Each house had been hit twice
The track was run
Our sacks were stuffed
But a couch would not suffice
“The prowl is done” came off my tongue
“But I’m not yet satisfied”
So feeling bummed I filled my lungs
And let out a deep sigh
“We’ve got some treats, but didn’t succeed to please the beast inside ”
Then a voice
From a distance
Gave a choice so we stayed and listened
He told a tale of an old and pale lady cloaked in white
“She’s cold and frail, but strolls the trails looking for her life”
Quite enticed, we asked polite
Where our feet should tread
“Follow the hollowed heads, beyond the bend to where the dead are kept”, he said
The walk was tough, but not enough
To give up on our lies
Each one of us discussed a bluff, but we were out of time
“Don’t whine with fear, it’s once a year and it’s the date to make it
The end is near, my friends it’s clear, we can’t just veer and waste it”
So we entered the yard where they get rid of bones
With the names of those missed imprinted on stones
Were we alone? Ill never know
But we roamed through the dark until we wished we were home
“YES, Success!” I said
“I’ve finally gotten my fright”
That was the best, I’ll never forget that quest on Halloween night.