Thread: When Did The Halloween Bug Bite You?

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I've loved all things spooky for as long as I can remember. Maybe it was my mom watching Dark Shadows as I sat in my playpen. Whether it was Scooby Doo or old Vincent Price movies- give me a creepy old house and a ghost and I was in heaven! The organ music from 'The Ghost and Mr. Chicken' STILL raises goosebumps!


What about you? When did the haunt bug bite?

Back in JR.High when I found out that Haunted Houses were a good way to have the girls grab onto youm tighter!
Plus...as a young lad...I like all things that were scary...so it was only natural to love Halloween!

When my mom brought me to all those horror movies starting when I was 6. I have fond memories of watching "The House of Wax" in 3-D. Soooo much fun! Not only did I have the 3-D glasses but also a large bucket of popcorn and Coke.

It started when I was very young. I used to start planning my costume for the next year the day after Halloween. I'd spend the entire year perfecting it!

for me as long as I can remember. I rembember as a kid getting fangora magazine and reading it in bed.

Must have been 2 1/2...sitting across from my baby brother in our clown costumes over our snowsuits, being dragged around in a wagon by my dad to get treats from the neighbours. I remember there being crisp leaves in the wagon with us. Ever since then I looked forward to fall and halloween much more than christmas even. As I get much older, it just gets better and better!

Probably around age 5. I remember in kindergarten I drew ghosts, moons, witches, ... and attempted a haunted house ... cut them out, and taped them to our picture window. It was a very elaborate scene with fences, trees, etc.
I always made my sons costumes and they were always something creepy. I just love Halloween. I do Christmas for my family and as a religious homage, but I really put myself into Halloween. I know .. I'm crazy.

ever since i was 4 when i was a tiger...and slept in my costume till xmas

"Slept in your costume til Christmas!!"
That is commitment! (and very cute!)
My Mother and Grandmother always dressed up for Halloween("Were they nudists the rest of the year?" "NO".)
My older cousin had a comic book collection of horror comics BEFORE the senate sub-committe banned really gross and scary artwork in them in the early 1950's.
If I wanted to look at them, I had to bravely walk down the basement stairs in my Grandmother's house (and there was no backing on those stairs, somebody could grab your ankles and send you head-first down to the concrete floor and certain death!)
Those comics were kept in a cardboard box that had originally held a dead turkey's carcass in it, next to the hole in the floor where things were once kept cooler by running a small rope and pulley to drop containers lower into the ground...I never trusted that hole.
Grab a couple of those scary comics and RUN back upstairs before something emerged from that hole in the floor!
Of course after reading them and getting all worked up, THEN I had to make the return trip to the turkey carcass box and the hole in the floor and hope to live to tell about it!
In the 1950's Fear and Horror were looked at as childish fun and an accepted ritual of scaring and getting scared and allowing your imagination to run free.

It started for me when I was 4 and my mom dressed me up as a ghoul.