The number of trick-or-treaters in our new neighbourhood was perfect. Last year we lived in the busiest place I've ever lived and it was just a little too hectic. Here, there were about 50 spread between 5 and 9 pm. Enough to keep you occupied but not so many that you couldn't chat with your callers. I opened the door to several vampires, some teenage zoo animals, a tiny Harley Quinn, a very cute Emo and some zombies...there was a group of four girls who called themselves a zombie horde! There was a very impressive shark with a head so large that when I bent down to drop in the candy and she bent down to see what I threw in her bag...well, I was almost swallowed! Fun all around :)
In terms of my costume, well, I did not do the troll. Instead I went back to my grey, black striped pjs. I've had them for several years and have always thought they look like prison wear. In fact, they look very similar to what the prisoners of Azkaban wear. So that's who I was. If anyone asked I was going to be a relative of Moaning Myrtle (you should always have a back story). Some of the kids saw the Azkaban patch on my pocket and got it immediately. I would tell them that they could free me if they paid a ransom in candy. Heh heh. Some kids had fun with the adult in the costume acting strange but for others it was either old hat or maybe just...odd. Which works too.
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Held captive by a tiny dementor |
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The fun begins... |
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