How do you celebrate Halloween?
Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. I guess because it is the launching of the holiday season. The colors are fun, the decorations are cute, and of course the candy and desserts are yummy.
In Utah, Halloween is celebrated on October 31. Except for years when the 31st falls on a Sunday. Then we celebrate Halloween on the 30th. Or we celebrate it both days, to make the joy last longer. Last year I was excited to hand out candy to all the little trick-or-treaters in my new neighborhood. I went to the store and bought candy, decorated the front door, and sat back waiting for the treaters to come. Not a single knock at the door. Well, it wasn't too surprising since there weren't very many kids in our apartment complex.
This year we are in a new complex and there are a lot of children. I know. I've seen them. So I went to the store and dutifully bought candy to hand out. But I was perplexed; what day would the trick-or-treaters come? I knew that in my parents' neighborhood, where the Mormon population is something like 99.99%, trick-or-treating was occurring Saturday night. But the LDS numbers aren't nearly that high where I live. I figured we'd probably have trick-or-treaters on Saturday and Sunday night. So I sat with my bowl full of candy and waited.
While I was waiting, I decided to watch a movie. Since it was Halloween, the thought entered my mind that I should watch a scary movie. I quickly nixed that idea. I hate being scared. Absolutely hate it. One year when I was still in school, my roommates and I decided we should watch a scary movie on Halloween. So we gathered around the TV and watched
Signs, a movie I'd seen once before and, although everyone says it is a tame movie, it still scared me. That Halloween, I intentionally fell asleep during the movie so I wouldn't have to watch those creepy alien fingers reach under the door.
But I digress. Saturday night, while waiting for trick-or-treaters, I watched a fluffy chick flick. While it wasn't my favorite movie ever, I didn't have bad dreams.
On the actual Halloween night, Nate was home. Like me, he wanted to watch a movie while we waited for trick-or-treaters. Unlike me, he didn't want to stream the movie
Babies from NetFlix. No. He wanted to watch a scary movie. He wanted to watch
The Sixth Sense.
Apparently, I'm one of the few human beings whose never seen this "classic" as he calls it. "Katie, it's not that bad! It's on the same line as
Signs and
The Others." Both movies freaked me out when I watched them. (He made me watch The Others last Halloween.) I hemmed and hawed for a while, trying to distract him. Couldn't we just read books instead? Or write letters? Or paint our toenails?
Alas, he gave me the most wounded look ever. "It has never given me nightmares, Katie." Puppy dog eyes. I gave in.
I will admit, the movie didn't scare me too badly. Probably because Nate warned me every time we were about to see a creepy ghost. And the twist was pretty cool.
But it gave me nightmares.
I dreamed we were putting dead people in walls behind pictures. Edgar Allan Poe's "The Black Cat" anyone? Ick. I woke up very relieved this morning just to be awake. I've reached my scary movie quota for the year. Actually, for my entire life, but I think next Halloween I'll have to watch another scary movie with Nate. I'm already bracing myself for it.
And perhaps next year we'll have trick-or-treaters. Two days of Halloween this year and not a single knock at the door. I'll have to send the candy to school with Nate so it will get eaten. After all, I just found some of last year's candy while I was making dinner tonight.
