There was a time when I was younger, before I realised that cosplay existed, that Halloween was in the top 3 highlights of the year. I got to soak in all the glory of a well executed costume, followed swiftly by the reward of enamel decay. 20 years down the line though it's a different story.
Someone in work asked me what I was up to this year, to which I responded that I would be sat in the dark pretending I wasn't home. It's not that I dislike trick or treating, I just hate answering my own door. We live in a ground floor flat but it's a whole 2 door process to get the ear-splitting sound of the door bell to stop.
I realise how much this post could sound as if it was written by me 40 years down the line, but I have been a connoisseur of my own personal space since I moved out of my family's home 4 year ago. I put this down to the open doors policy that was in place during my up bringing, as it made shouting up the stairs a lot more manageable. This did add the additional level of danger to the *cough* typical past imes of the average post-pubescent.
How did get onto that? Oh yeah personal space...
Once I had my own doors, I thought it only fair to use them otherwise what a waste of money for the landlord to have put them in. Now once a year I have to make small talk with disgruntled dads and the odd pack of traveller youths who should be at home doing what I as doing at there age... and preferably behind a closed door.
The only solace I have is that this is the only day of the year I can put mildly spooky TV on with my fiancee as for the rest of the time the unexpected jump scares on Midsomer Murders are enough to keep her up all night. This year we smashed through "The chilling adventures of Sabrina" which other than some namesakes and throw backs it is thankfully nothing like its 90s counterpart. If you're stuck for something to watch to fight the slow march of Christmas music that I can just about hear over the other side of hill, I would strongly recomend it for your next binge.
Now I'm off to go eat the left over Haribo that I bought just in case some poundshop pirate or bin bag beasty didnt get the message... I think i'll eat that in the dark behind a closed door as well.
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