Nope not a thing.
My mother and father would get us the cheapy costumes and take us TOT up until I was around 8 or so, but after that, we had to figure out our own costumes and take ourselves if we wanted to go. No interest in art, horror or suspense movies, or any of that stuff.
My father was that guy that is in every neighborhood that gave out bad candy. He loved those old fashioned peanut butter kisses in the orange and black wrappers. He would buy several bags of them AFTER Halloween and save them until next year... and the year after...
He would do the same with easter candy. I still to this day can't eat a Cadbury egg without thinking about the time I bit into one and almost broke a tooth as it was over a year old.
He wasn't doing it to be mean; he grew up during the depression dirt poor and always does this type of thing.
Can we say EWWWW? I told him it was a miracle that our house never got vandalized over the years.