Mine would be the time my dad rigged a harness and āhungā himself from the carport beam, dressed to look like a stuffed Halloween decoration. He would grab at the bigger kids and parents when they came up to the door for candy. Scared the living bejeezus out of them.
When I was a tween-teen my mom and I would thoroughly decorate our front yard and porch every year (for 5 or 6 years running) as a mini-haunted house. A lot of homemade decorations including a coffin my grandfather built for us. Then Halloween night Iād be in the coffin (which was on our porch) and sheād be there tending her cauldron or whatever worked for costume that year. When kids would come to the house sheād lift the coffin lid and Iād be in there with the bucket of candy. There was spooky music / sound effects, and some gloomy lighting. It was a mildly spooky vibe.
Very little kids (3 or 4) were often too scared to come up to the house and so one of the adults would have to come get their candy for them. I remember that, the last year we ended up doing it, one of the parents came up afterward and told us that their kid had been too scared to come up the year before and they talked about seeing āwhat was up thereā on-and-off all year. And that year there were very proud to have gotten their own candy.
Itās fun to think that my mom and I are part of that familyās holiday memories.