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A few years ago I was taking my kids out trick or treating, we wanted to do the door to door thing, as the trunk or treats at the Churches just didn’t seem like it was the real deal. Well we are walking around a friends subdivision and having a great time, 4 adults toting 4 kids in costumes, having to "inspect" the good candy so the kids are safe.

Well we get to a house that we assumed they were running as a haunted house as people kept going in and coming out and the place was decked out to the nines. At first with how decked out it was we thought it may be a party, but they waved us in from the road to come on in, so we did. Well walking in we noticed that yeah, the yard was covered in the tacky Halloween junk from Wal-Mart, but the stuff inside was looking pretty authentic. It was all decked out like you would do for a haunted house, but none of it was really scary, just books of spells lying all over the place, cats roaming around, jars with dead things floating in them, lots of candles and incense, and you just walked in through the house to the back go some candy then walked back out through the front again. Like I said, nothing very scary, nothing traumatic, nobody trying to scare you as you walked through.

It was when we got to the porch and we were handed a "track" that it got really weird. No, we weren’t given the good old Chick Tricks, no, we were given a Wiccan Track all about the realities of living as a Wiccan in today’s society. The woman proceeded to tell us how her and her girlfriend lived a druidic Wiccan lifestyle and they were doing this open house to dispel the rumors in the neighborhood and show people they were normal and nice, just Wiccan.

Yeah, that was the last year we went trick or treating door to door.

-Avery Moore

That’s the same reason I’ve never gone to see Harry Potter on Opening Night.

So every year we had a "harvest" party. We had it at a leader’s house instead of the church because he had a large backyard with woods to use for games. We decided to play a version of a game like manhunt. Now let me set the scene. It is now almost November in Massachusetts, so needless to say, it is freezing. The backyard that we were hosting our hillbilly games (the theme of the night) had all kinds of hillbilly décor around. ie: hanging pots and pans on a string for the spitting contest, tires, hay, etc. and it was completely dark outside.

I was hiding with another crouched under some bushes. At this point, almost everyone was in jail and waiting for us to be caught. They were all yelling for us to come. All of a sudden, I heard someone running and they were coming right towards me. I thought that I had been spotted and started to get ready to run when my friend Greg’s voice ra