When I was a little girl, there was one house in my neighborhood which I both loved and feared trick-or-treating at. Just two blocks over from mine, this home was an unassuming bungalow 364 days of the year. Come Halloween night, however, and it was transformed.
The family who lived here clearly loved Halloween, and it showed. On walking up the driveway trick-or-treaters were greeted with the usual assortment of cobwebs, tombstones and creepy music. After knocking (tentatively) on the door, you'd wait with bated breath until it began to open ever-so-slowly, a mangled warlock's hand emerging through the door frame. This (fake) hand in fact belonged to a friendly, candy-touting suburban dad, but before this was revealed, you were never entirely sure that you weren't about to be snatched off the porch and locked up in a dungeon of terror.
Needless to say, this house was beyond amazing, and I looked forward to visiting it all year. My own family never did much beyond the requisite pumpkin-carving, so seeing others embrace the holiday was part of the novelty of Halloween. In talking to my friends as adults, it seems that most of us have a similar memory — that one amazing house — that brought our youthful Halloween dreams and fears to life.
Did you have a favorite Halloween house as a kid? What made it so scary/special? What about now? Or maybe you are that household, in which case — how do you do it?