This year, I decided to mix things up a bit. I covered my head with a carved pumpkin and scared kids.
Looking at the picture, it's pretty obvious that the "scarecrow" is someone dressed up with a pumpkin on their head. After all, who would be crazy enough to leave an enormous bucket of candy guarded only by a sign that reads "Sorry, we can't come to the door. Take only 3"?
But when it's dark and you're a kid with your eye on the prize, you only notice the things (like the pillow and newspaper stuffing) that you want to see. You don't notice the bent rubber boots or the knees that look an awful lot like, well, human knees. You don't notice that, at that angle, the pumpkin should have fallen off of the scarecrow's shoulders.
With my head stuffed into the pumpkin, I couldn't see anything, but I could hear what was going on up and down the street just fine. I struggled to stay perfectly still, lest my movement give anything away. My neck strained under the weight of the pumpkin.
As in previous years, we didn't get many trick-or-treaters. It was worth it, though. Every batch of kids got their fright of the night. There's something immensely satisfying about scaring kids (and their parents) and hearing them laugh and talk about it excitedly all the way down the street.
An interesting side note, every single kid counted out the candy they took from the bucket. "One, two, three."