However, that is where it ends.
My first experience of Halloween as a child that I remember, is going to an event in the middle of nowhere, meant for children, I was about 5. I was dressed up as a little witch, bin-bag and all. My little bob cut and a broom.
Then it came to spooky stories by the fire, I was listening intently, partly due to my hearing problems, I couldn’t hear a fucking word. Then some devil incarnate, jumped out on me from behind, it was lucky I was potty trained, as otherwise that would have been messy, instead I screamed and cried until my Mum took me home, said devil was mortified, and tried everything to calm me down.
That was that memory cemented forever. This memory obviously induced me getting let out of the secret entrance of the Edinburgh Dungeons, due to some scary Middle aged Hag, jumping out on me and then prodding me whilst screeching! At 14 sobbing uncontrollably is ridiculously uncool!
My second involves my student years, and my first year at University, Me and my friends went to a Halloween Club Night, I knew it was going to be scary. Thinking a few vodkas would calm my nerves, off we went, I was dressed as a vampy, vampire! Got there, and went into the darkened doorway, and through to the spooky walk, there was no escape, there was chainsaws, squirting blood and my memory can only see moving masks after that! I ended up with a cheese pizza and a cuppa in bed watching Hocus Pocus.
After that I decided it was best for both my nervous system and my health if I didn’t test my scare factor. It’s blatantly obvious that I just cannot deal with being physically scared. I don’t like films that make me jump, and even a tannoy in a shop can make me jump out of my skin. I don’t watch horror films, and the sound of someone screaming or physical violence is too much for me.
So now onto my third, this encapsulates a few years. Prudence came to us in December, but we didn’t know when she was born, as Holly was actually born on Christmas Day, we decided that Prudence could have Halloween, her being black and all..
Since then, and up until she passed, I decorated like it was Christmas, baked cakes, had bowls of sweets, made spooky pizzas, she had presents, clothing, and we made the biggest fuss of her! She mainly just liked the tissue paper her presents came in. But it made me see a celebration, I wasn’t particularly fond of into something good, there was no frights, no scares, and Hocus Pocus on repeat!
Now whilst we celebrate in her little furry memory, it’s not quite as big of an extravaganza. However.. Hocus Pocus is always playing and Holly always gets a present in tissue paper, and a little Halloween jumper to keep her toasty!
What are your best/worst Halloween memories?
Love Sooz x