One Halloween, when I was a little boy, I remember walking up to a house that had a scarecrow sitting on a stack of hay. He looked like a natural part of the decorations, blending in with the spider webs, pumpkins, and such.
As I stepped up onto the porch, the Scarecrow jumped at me, instilling fear in poor little Nathan that I have never forgotten. I probably never will!
I am almost certain at least one of you has a similar story. It’s mean, it’s awful, it scars children for life. I was always afraid to go trick or treating after that night.
…Which is exactly why I must do it to young children now that I’m an adult.
Should I do it? Would it be evil? Wickedly cruel? I’m thinking about it. Just imagine being the mean man who brought fear to children the rest of their lives on Halloween.
There is a perfect corner on our porch… they’d never even see me until… BOO!