Mischief Night. Always a tradition before Halloween at least where I come from.

As kids we threw eggs at things, tp'd trees, and soaped up car windows.

One of today's youth knocked my mailbox into the fifth dimension (I guess I'll laugh it off).

What can you remember or report?

This is just getting worse . . . and bear in mind in Britain it's just 5 days away from Bonfire Night (the so-called commemoration of Guido Fawkes and company being caught trying to blow up the Houses of Parliament!). So we have kids in their thousands dressed in black garbage bags and pointed hats wandering round at night, plus all the Bonfire Night fireworks, stinking fires being lit, Fire Brigades worked to their wits end, eggs being thrown, cars marked with felt tipped pens etc., - oh and this is in a so-called low crime, upmarket 'leafy' area. The inner cities are another story! The clocks have also been altered with British Summer Time ending, this is basically so that someone living in Fort William or Perth, Scotland doesn't have to travel to work in the dark in the morning! So the whole of the UK is disabled by an extra hour of evening darkness!

and Christmas is coming . . . PLEASE don't even mention that!!

Miserable Tony.

Tony,

Kids having fun...

Messing about with the clocks..

Christmas !.... yeah ...Bah! Humbug.

welcome to the World of Grumpy Old Men

Howard ( 60 next year)

I didn't think any mischief went on in my woods, but they are all together in the golf bag all night . . .

Mischief Night brings fond memories of M-80's saved from Independance Day. Goodbye mailbox, we bid you a fond farewell...Hello burning bags of dog poop...Glad you made it to a pesky neighbor's doorstep...

Yup. I did it. I'd tell you more...but I'm still on the lam!

Aaahhh...misguided youth...

My personal best, was dialing a pay phone I could see from my window.

Telling the poor sucker (on a busy street) he was on a game show, and there was a $1,000 bill hidden in the trash bin next to the phone booth.

It was some good laughs watching people stare at this poor man digging.

Around my old city turf it was called "Goosy Night". Why? Dunno.

Anyway egg tossing, waxed windows, chalked walls and roads, toilet paper in trees as well as some vandalism back in the day. There was usually a costume / dance thrown in hopes of getting the mischief off the streets.

Oh! There was the legendary poop in a paper bag, place on doorstep, set afire and ring doorbell prank. Messy when stomped on!

Where I live now it's mostly toilet paper in trees. Whew!

Personally, I try to stay away from anyone who plays in the woods on Halloween. Just somethin' not right about it.

You do not want to know.

Regormortus

Ah...good ol' Halloween...

I hate it. The most pointless of all holidays, if you can even call it a holiday (I personally don't think it deserves that status).

I find it very sad to see grown adults, dressing up like little kids. C'mon! There is a certain time when you have to stop acting like a fool!

To be fair (almost hypocritical I guess) I can't complain with the costume choice my girlfriend picked out....

Chris

"There is a certain time when you have to stop acting like a fool!"


I hope my clock never rings that particular hour!
Off to Disneyland for a Halloween of silliness!

Doug

I was too sad, I just sat in my room figuring out how many cards were in a double lift.

Matt

Pointless? Maybe...But it sure is a lot of fun.

Fool? Maybe..........But It sure is a lot of fun.

:evilgrin:

Regormortus

I use to go to the favorite parking area/lover's lane and harass the teens that were making out when I was 16.

Caught the school prude one time.

I was a very bad boy when I was young.
I won't go into details here but Halloween usually found me and my best friend into all kinds of extra special trouble.
One of my funniest memories though is... We were trick or treating one Halloween by knocking on doors, but then we'd scoop all the candy out of the bowl and into our bag and then run away laughing.
Well, one of the houses we did that too found this lady grabbing my friends hand and arm, pulling him inside the houseand then slamming the door shut and locking it!
Next thing I know, I am standing there on the doorstep, hearing him laughing his head off and telling the old hag to let him go. Weird thing is, I don't hear a sound at all coming from the lady, just my friend, yelling and laughing.
Pretty soon I hear a shocked groan and then a horrible scream. I am standing there trying to open the door, turning the knob and frantically shaking the door but it won't open of course.
I didn't know what to do, I was so freaked out. I could hear more low voices from in the house in between my friends wild screaming. Then I looked down... I saw red fluid seeping out from under the door. That's when I lost it, dropped my bag and decided to get the heck out of there, telling myself I was running away to get help not because I was ditching my poor friend. When all of the sudden the door swung open and my friend tumbled out and rolled down the porch steps. He looked to be in pretty bad shape. Then I noticed the grin on his face, which he obviously couldn't keep inside. He stood up and began laughing hysterically. In like a matter of seconds, I felt relief and then anger before laughing myself at the whole thing and how he had pulled it off.
Then I felt even more joy, realizing I wasn't going to lose my bag of candy, which I picked back up!
We continued to have our usual crazy fun Halloween.

The question is, which part of the above story is false? lol

Happy Halloween... oh the memories!

Jaz,

The old poop in a lit bag has always been a classic. You have brought a smile to my face.

I'm so glad that I know most of the kids in my neighbourhood!