Aye well .... it's that time of year again, the Monsters (read charming kidlets) are rampaging, hundreds of little apprentice extortionists dressed up as Witches, Vampires, Weird wolves, Goblins, Ghosts & a multitude of things from the crypt that on any other day would receive a swift toe to the posterior are actively encouraged to go out scrounging & threatening dire reprisals on any who don't accede to their demands, it's like a mafia protection racket without the suits & Pasta. 
These mini Bin Ladens are usually in possession of the biggest buckets you're likely to see outside of a building site & they're 8, I suppose hope springs eternal, they obviously haven't heard there's a recession on.
Anyway with the eternal optimism of youth they'll wander down a total strangers pathway (Although all through the rest of the year they're told don't talk to, or take sweets from a stranger, I know you figure it out !
) Then proceed to ring the bell, bang on the door & shout through the letter box in the hope of sweeties. The door opens & old Mrs.Wiccan is standing there with a fistful of sweets usually some old mints or boildies she's had in her handbag since last year covered in fluff & cat hairs (the kids wouldn't go to her house cos she's a proper Witch with a a boil on her chin & nose, she's even got hairs on her chin & 2 cats, even the outhouse has a look of gingerbread about it 
).
There's usually 3 or 4 of them & the littlest is always shoved to the front (with the biggest bucket) with the gentle prodding, pushing & shoving from his mates behind him motivating this little fella
those immortal words are garbled forth in a conjoined torrent,
"Gisusasweet !", blank looks from old Mrs.Wiccan, false teeth clacking as she sucks a mint,
"What say sonny ?" the scrum forms, whispered mutterings & the spokes ghostie tries again,
"Trick or treat !"
"Thought that's what you meant !" says old Mrs.Wiccan as she drops the decrepit candy into the outstretched bucket & they're away, off on their toes before she turns them into Toads or pies. Filled with relief (that they aren't Toads), joy (that they got something) & terror(well she was a Witch) they'll happily wander around the estate crossing the paths of other Goblins & Ghouls passing on tips & warnings to these other wandering souls, eventually big Brother or Sis is sent out to find them & drag them back home, but not before the spoils are divvied out.
I don't know, the kids today far to commercial & consumer orientated, now in my day ... !
Halloween was known as mischief night, we'd go off & play nik-nok-run, change gates in the street Number 27 started off with white posts & white gates, by the end of the evening the posts would still be white but they'd probably have a blue & red gate hanging there in the morning & these marvellous colour combinations could be found up & down the street ! Gnomes would be placed into new, unusual & highly improbable positions & many garden ornaments found themselves re-located next door ! I know looking back it wasn't big & it wasn't clever..... but it was damn good fun ! 
Still the pleasure was usually very short lived, pretty much everyone knew everyone else on the estate so a few enquires the next day in the right lugholes ! 
So with contrition on our tongues & stinging backsides, the chain gang (us) would be paraded round to the neighbours to apologise & put right what we'd boogered up. Happy days & we never got any sweeties ! Pah .... Kids today ! Eeh, they don't know they're born ! 
Thanks for reading .....
These mini Bin Ladens are usually in possession of the biggest buckets you're likely to see outside of a building site & they're 8, I suppose hope springs eternal, they obviously haven't heard there's a recession on.Anyway with the eternal optimism of youth they'll wander down a total strangers pathway (Although all through the rest of the year they're told don't talk to, or take sweets from a stranger, I know you figure it out !
) Then proceed to ring the bell, bang on the door & shout through the letter box in the hope of sweeties. The door opens & old Mrs.Wiccan is standing there with a fistful of sweets usually some old mints or boildies she's had in her handbag since last year covered in fluff & cat hairs (the kids wouldn't go to her house cos she's a proper Witch with a a boil on her chin & nose, she's even got hairs on her chin & 2 cats, even the outhouse has a look of gingerbread about it ).There's usually 3 or 4 of them & the littlest is always shoved to the front (with the biggest bucket) with the gentle prodding, pushing & shoving from his mates behind him motivating this little fella
those immortal words are garbled forth in a conjoined torrent,"Gisusasweet !", blank looks from old Mrs.Wiccan, false teeth clacking as she sucks a mint,
"What say sonny ?" the scrum forms, whispered mutterings & the spokes ghostie tries again,
"Trick or treat !"
"Thought that's what you meant !" says old Mrs.Wiccan as she drops the decrepit candy into the outstretched bucket & they're away, off on their toes before she turns them into Toads or pies. Filled with relief (that they aren't Toads), joy (that they got something) & terror(well she was a Witch) they'll happily wander around the estate crossing the paths of other Goblins & Ghouls passing on tips & warnings to these other wandering souls, eventually big Brother or Sis is sent out to find them & drag them back home, but not before the spoils are divvied out.
I don't know, the kids today far to commercial & consumer orientated, now in my day ... !Halloween was known as mischief night, we'd go off & play nik-nok-run, change gates in the street
Number 27 started off with white posts & white gates, by the end of the evening the posts would still be white but they'd probably have a blue & red gate hanging there in the morning & these marvellous colour combinations could be found up & down the street ! Gnomes would be placed into new, unusual & highly improbable positions & many garden ornaments found themselves re-located next door ! I know looking back it wasn't big & it wasn't clever..... but it was damn good fun ! Still the pleasure was usually very short lived, pretty much everyone knew everyone else on the estate so a few enquires the next day in the right lugholes ! So with contrition on our tongues & stinging backsides, the chain gang (us) would be paraded round to the neighbours to apologise & put right what we'd boogered up. Happy days & we never got any sweeties ! Pah .... Kids today ! Eeh, they don't know they're born ! Thanks for reading .....