Most memorable Halloween
My family and I lived in one of the biggest houses in the nicest neighborhood in Tracy, Calif. in 2010. Our all white, 2-story house was symmetrical from the outside and had two large coat closets behind the rusty, chocolate wooden front door. My 9-year-old self managed to convince my parents to take advantage of this opportunity and make our first floor our very own haunted house for Halloween. We filled up a mechanical, zombie-hand bowl with only the best candy and placed it in the hallway about 5 feet from the front door. Then, we made a trail of more candy leading to the living room where our electronic piano played creepy accordion music. After we turned off all the lights, except for the welcoming orange-lit pumpkins in the front of our house, we got into out positions. I was a zombie bride with fake blood on my face, thick black eyeliner, and a long white dress. I stood quietly in the coat closet near the door, waiting for my first unsuspecting victim. A group of kids we...