Some folks say since All Saints Eve is witching time, it's just against their religion.
I remember when we lived in Atlanta our kids took pillow cases to fill with candy, and we gave out bowls of it ‘til we finally turned off the porch light.
When the kids came home and dumped their loot in the den floor, they were required to stash some in the freezer, mainly so Mom could sneak her favorites.
When I was a child, my parents screwed low wattage blue light bulbs in the basement ceiling, decorated it for Halloween and invited the community for some good natured fright.
A local store loaned us a mannequin, Daddy made a crude wooden casket and placed it over saw horses draped with fabric in the laundry room.
When folks crept in to view the body, my teenage cousin would grab their ankles with hands that had been soaking in ice water.
In a far corner of the basement was a sheet with a bright light behind it, and the doctor was doing surgery, pulling out intestines to screams of a patient. Kids bobbed for apples, played games, and no one sold their soul to the devil. In fact, the small admission fee was donated to missions for our local church.
Like many communities, we have a fall festival every year at our rural church, in order to provide a safe environment for the kids. It’s a hit, with both kids and adults in costumes.
We have cake walks, fishing for candy and prizes with innovative decorations.
But last year when the kids walked down a long dark hall to the library, they entered a dim room with skull lights across the door.
Further in, a shadowy specter sat at a table with a net over its head and candy in an outstretched hand with witch fingers. As the kids crept closer, the figure only moved its head slightly. And screaming kids almost trampled each other getting out the door.
Before long, many brave souls ventured down the hall for a peek and a few even accepted the offered candy treats.
Years ago, our married daughter with young children said she was having nothing to do with evil Halloween.
I told her I've always enjoyed carving a pumpkin and handing out treats to kids in their cute costumes.
When I visited a few days later she opened her door with garish paint on her face.
Noting my surprise as I weaved through spider webs into a room with weird candles and spooky music, she sheepishly said, "Well, you're right Mom! I guess for Halloween, we've just gotta’ have a boo!"