Hey Pandas, What's Your Most Memorable Trick-Or-Treating Memory? (Closed)

Actually a memory of my daughter Trick-or-treating. She and a friend spent hours making elaborate faerie costumes with tulle mesh wings, really quite lovely. Then , this being Central NY it started snowing. Big, wet snowflakes. They came back with collapsed wings, but not their spirits. Dressing in their own snow gear they each took one of my X-cross country ski poles and went back out "as skiers", to finish up in the neighborhood of full sized candy bars!

I'm a goth. When my daughter was 3 I dressed her as a "vampire". When someone asked what she was she said I'm mommy! It's one of my favorite memories

I didn't get to go trick-or-treating till we were older, my mom didn't like it and we'd go to the church carnival instead.... And honestly, in retrospect, that was so much more fun. At the carnival we had hay rides, drown the devil (dunk tank), cake walks, soda ring toss (played with 2 liters, if you got the ring around the soda, you won it), candy in a haystack (a play on trying to find a needle in a haystack, but instead of sharp objects there was candy), fishing for candy, and even a "spooky maze". I'm pretty sure there was more than that too. And, of course, we still got to dress up in costume.
I remember even with all the activities and things they had to offer, being envious of the other kids who got to trick-or-treat. I was 11 or 12 first time getting to go door to door, and after it was over I was... a little let down? Turns out, I like carnivals more than walking around a neighborhood.

I was five years old and my mom took me trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. There was one house where the owner, an older widow, went all out in spooky decorations (nothing gory, stuff like cobwebs and tombstones and fake ghosts) and the rumor among the kids was that she was an actual witch. So having been told of the danger, I was terrified and tried to refuse to go to her house. I tried to tell my mom she was a real witch, but my mom just started to get mad at me for being silly. She made me go up the driveway to the door alone and I cried the whole way.

I was still on the sidewalk when the lady popped out her door, actually dressed as a witch. I froze in terror, but she smiled and said, "You're the one of the only ones I've had tonight. Hold out your bag." So I did. And she dumped most of her candy bowl into my bag and said, "Happy Halloween!" Then she noticed I was crying and she knelt down and said, "Sweetie, what's wrong?" And that's how I learned she was a very nice woman who loved kids and was bewildered that we had collectively decided she was a witch and were avoiding her house.

My camp this year was on Halloween. Everyone went around quietly to other cabins and exchanged candy. A few people even brought candy. Lots of fun.

When I was in 5th grade it was the last time I went trick or treating as a child. I went around the neighborhood with my younger sister. We were heading home about a block from our house. A car drove by and a group of teenage boys jumped out and chased us. One tackled me to the ground. My sister got away. I was never so terrified. He was on top of me and I was rolled up in a ball face down. He broke eggs over my head all into my hair then laughed and ran back to the car. When I got home my dad called the police. They found them and made them come talk to my dad and apologize to me. Then took them to their parents. That is my Halloween memory. I was 10 years old.

Best Halloween? It's a tie, between the year my mom made me a Jawa costume(complete with glowing eyes and (fake) bazooka--that was 1977 or '78- and the one many years later when I dressed up to answer the door. I borrowed my dad's life-sized "Visible Head", secured it to the top of my head with a scarf, wore a long raincoat with the collar buttoned at the top of my head, borrowed a pair of large shoes, and answered the door as a 6 1/2 foot tall man with see-through skin.
(You'll have to Google "The Visible Head"--I can't find a clean link to an image.)

Fortunately, we didn’t know what trick or treat was when I was growing up. Not until the advent of video recorders and video rental shops. Yep, I’m that old! And guess what? I’m glad we didn’t have it.

This year has to have been my favourite memory

So there where a few little kids in front of me as we walked up to this house, then someone banged inside the house
After that a man wearing a clown mask came out and as the little kid reached for the candy the man pulled of his mask to see a bloody head it scared me sa bit but it caused the little kid to cry which was very sad

(I was the one giving out candy) scared a couple snarky middle schoolers shitless. I had pretend to be a statue then when they got close I would sprint towards them, I did this all night 4 days ago

Ok, I have 2. First is my earliest Halloween trick-or-treating memory. I was dressed as a clown, but my dad stuffed my costume so full of newspaper I was falling down at least once between every house.

My second one, and more of a horror memory was when we moved into a new school. It was Halloween and after the bus ride from the old to the new school, we were led to a haunted house/school walk through the only parts of the school that were completely constructed (we had outhouses behind the playground -long and weird story why we moved in before it was complete). Anyway, just before entering the tour, Darth Vader was there to greet us. I was old enough to know it wasn't the "real" Darth Vader, but, I have never been so scared in my entire life. I was shaking the entire time and almost peed myself. It was just after Empire Strikes Back, so, we all thought we were on our way to be frozen ala Han Solo....