Ah, it’s about that magical time of year again. What’re your guy’s plans this year?
Btw girls, if you’re dating someone new, you should go with them to one of those haunted attractions. It’s a good way to test him. If he uses you as a human shield, not a good sign.
Sadly, I always tend to be the human shield. I should have gone with the gold shirt… or the green one. Never figured out that one…
I’m having a Halloween party sunday with a bunch of friends. Unfortunately, money is tighter than I expected so I couldn’t afford the costume I wanted. My go as a strip-a-gram cop now…lol
[size=16]BOO!![/size]
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My go as a strip-a-gram cop now…lol[/quote]
We’ll be needing pics.
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My go as a strip-a-gram cop now…lol[/quote]
We’ll be needing pics.[/quote]
I’ll see what I can do. 
Just call me Officer Strip Search…
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My go as a strip-a-gram cop now…lol[/quote]
We’ll be needing pics.[/quote]
I’ll see what I can do. Just call me Officer Strip Search…[/quote]
I already do.
This guy is amazing. Make sure you check out his galleries.
http://www.pumpkingutter.com/gallery2/main.php
Slick
[size=16]HA HA HA HA HA!!![/size]
They ripped off my design this year. I’M SUING!
In the interest of not being counter-sued, I’m kidding.
Those pumpkins were great Slick!
Only you Pretear, only you. :lol:
Anyone on here dressing up? Or are we “too old for that”?
[size=16]The Halloween Party![/size]
Originally posted: October 30, 2009 @ 7:18pm
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! I hope you are well as we approach the night when spirits walk the earth, and the veil between this world and the next is at it’s weakest.
As my first contribution, I present the opening to Tales form The Darkside. This show had possibly the creepiest intro of any TV show ever!
Also as part of the Halloween festivities, I have prepared an original work for you guys here on TAN. It’s a fairly traditional haunted house story, but I tried to throw in some twists at the end. It starts out a bit slow, but I hope you will enjoy it!
Our Time At The Manor
by DragonRider_Cody
It was ten years ago that my family moved into that house. My mother Marina, step father Clyde, older brother Jarrod and I were so excited the day we pulled into the driveway with some of our belongings. The rest had been brought in by movers several days prior. And though my parents had obviously seen the house several times before, first with the realtor, then when they made sure all the required work was done and signed the closing paperwork, this was the first time my brother and I had laid eyes on it.
It was a beautiful old Victorian house, with dark gray wooden siding, blue trim around all the windows, and white posts on the wrap around porch that stretched from the front entrance all the way around the left side of the house. It had one of those “tower”, as my brother called it, that stuck out of the front of the house, with large picture windows on both stories, and a small window in the attic. In the right lighting, the house was absolutely breath taking. It had a simple elegance about it. One that made us feel almost wealthy for living there.
My brother and I kept wondering how we had been lucky enough to get such a nice house. Apparently our parents kept wondering the same thing. The days leading up to the move from our old apartment, and the first few days in the house, we constantly overheard chatter from the two about why they couldn’t understand how cheap the house was. From what I hear, the house had been on the market for several years, but had never been able to attract a buyer. The last owners had finally bit, but do to financial problems, were unable to keep up on the repairs to house. My mother always seemed suspicious of the ease and affordability of “the Manor”, a name my brother would later adopt for it, but our step father was always able to put her at ease.
Other than our final day there, our first day in the Manor was the one I remember most readily, and most fondly. It was incredible exploring the house that day. Being only a ten year old girl, the house seemed absolutely huge to me. Every room was something new and exciting, a brand new adventure just awaiting my brother and I. We ran from chamber to chamber, laughing and playing, examining every square foot. We started downstairs and worked our way up.
We didn’t stop until we reached the third of the four bedrooms in the house. As we pushed the door open with a creak and looked inside, we were immediately greeted by the most beautiful wall paper I had ever seen. It was soft pink and covered with light blue and purple flowers. Little lines of green vine reached to the top of the wall. As I looked to the far wall, I saw a large picture window. Stationed just below it was a large built in white bench, with several cupboard doors and drawers below it. The top of the bench had several cushions and pillows on it. “The perfect place for me to draw,” I though to myself. At that instant, I knew this room had to mine.
It was only then that I looked around more and noticed that my bedroom furniture had already been moved into it. My white wooden bed, complete with my light blue comforter stood there ready to be slept in. My matching white night stands were set on either side, lamp already set on top of the one on the right. My dresser was across the room near the dark colored door that led to the closet. “How did they know?” I asked Jarrod, who only looked at me and shrugged, a slightly crooked smile on his face. I felt a hand on my shoulder which startled me slightly, and I turned to see my step father standing behind me. He knelt down with a huge grin on his face and said “Anna, we figured you would find this room sooner rather than later. How do you like it?” I was still in awe and replied that “I love it!” He nodded a rubbed the top of my golden blonde hair.
I ran into the room at full speed and jumped on my old bed, hugging my pillows and stuffed animals that covered the top of it. I rubbed my face into my favorite bear, a little plain brown one with a red tie. His name was Mr. Snuggles and had been a gift from my “real father” shortly before the car accident that took his life. I rolled on to my back, my bear still in my arms, my heart filled with content, and looked up the ceiling. There was the only fault I could find in the room. Running a few feet out from the wall and extending over my bed, there was a fine a crack.
I stared at it, wondering why that had not been fixed with everything else. My step father noticed the look on my face. He sat at the foot of my bed and looked up at the crack as well. He smiled at me and said “Don’t worry. That happens a lot in older houses. It’s just the plaster. We’ll get it fixed later.” He patted me on my left leg before getting up and taking my brother to his room. He was just as impressed by his, if the shouts of “Wow!” and “Holy crap!” were any indication.
I laid in my bed for a few minutes, enjoying the familiar warmth and comfort of it, before getting up and visiting my brother’s room. He was right to be impressed. the room was laid out similarly to mine, right down to the crack above the bed. “How odd…” I remember thinking as I looked at nearly the same strange thin crack that ran above my bed. My brother though, didn’t even seem to notice. He was too busy unpacking his many boxes of toys and sports accessories. He was quite methodical in doing so, as he wanted to make sure everything had made the journey, right down to the last GI Joe figure and final baseball.
Seeing Jarrod was quite occupied for the time being, I decided to return to my room and begin unpacking the rest of my things as well. My parents had made sure my bed was ready, and all my favorite plush toys were there, but I had to take care of the rest. There were still several boxes of dolls, toys, and clothes sitting in and near the closet. We had been promised a special treat, if we had got most of our stuff put away prior to dinner. That was only two hours away, so I made haste to do so.
To Be Continued…
That music was pretty creepy Cody! And I like the beginning of your story too! 
And here are some Halloween superstitions for you (more to come later) -
If you hear foot steps behind you on this night, don’t look back. It may be the dead following you. Turning back could mean that you will soon join the dead.
Tying a knot into a handkerchief wards off evil.
Carry a lump of bread in your pocket when walking in the dark. It will serve as an offering to ghosts.
If you do not want to be haunting a graveyard any time soon, be sure you do not look at your shadow in the moonlight. Doing so on All Hallows Eve will guarantee your death within a short span of time.
Girls who carry a lamp to a spring of water on this night can see their future husband in the reflection.
If you see a ghost, walk around it nine times, and it will disappear.
If a candle lighted as part of a ceremony blows out, it is a sign that evil spirits are nearby.
If you hear 3 knocks and no one is there, it usually means someone close to you has died. The superstitious call this the 3 knocks of death.
When a good life was lived, flowers will grow on the deceased’s grave. But if the deceased was evil, weeds will grow.