Happy Halloween!

Halloween is my husband's favorite day. This year, since there's been talk of trying to sell the house, he is going all out (more than usual) with the decorations.

Since we moved into our development eight years ago, we've become known throughout the neighborhood and the neighboring neighborhoods as the scariest house. He's done everything from chasing screaming kids down the street with a chainsaw, to jumping out of our hurricane debris pile as a mutilated creature, to placing himself in his handmade electric chair (that was the year the kids felt they got some much-deserved vindication).

This year, there's a six-foot devil greeting trick-or-treaters by the mailbox, mechanical creatures that moan and light up and whose heads turn around, and a black tunnel the kids have to wander through to receive the night's greatest reward: candy.

In the past, we've had some kids who won't even venture up the driveway, sending their parents up instead, who are in awe of what he has created, to get their candy. Others have spilled their entire pillowcases of treats on our sidewalk in their haste to get away.

It's always fun to see the reactions and just how scared everyone gets when you blast some spooky music and shine some strobe lights on the yard. Of course our yard is full of tombstones with skeletons and monster hands escaping the earth. That might have something to do with it.

Not only do we have tons of scary do-dads, but we also have a ton of candy in preparation for the Friday night onslaught of greed. Our first year here we had no idea what to expect, but part way through the night as the bowl ran low, Wes was forced to make a candy run. We've since upped our candy count.

This year, since it is on a weekend night, we are expecting a few hundred visitors. Hopefully they make it up the front walk so we can get rid of all the candy!