awesome!!!
good for you, giving the kids some scary fun.
fantastic for melissa and jennifer!!! those girls are quickwitted and well equipped for scary situations. what reflexes.
when i shared your story with my doctor today, she said the samething as ddg. their mom did a great job training those girls.
i’m sure they had quite the tale to tell their friends this morning.
Great story. Laughing, and then a silly grin. You sound fun.
It’s not funny until someone loses an eye.
That was wonderful; thank you, welby! But I coulda warned you. Friends of mine do a haunted house every year and the monsters learned long ago to wear the cups. Something about visceral reactions brings out the best… er, beast in some kids.
Next year you need to note who’s dressed as Buffy the Vampire Slayer before you leap out at them in all your monster ghoulishness.
A few people above have given you the highest compliment around, and I’ll agree!
Maybe you should change your name to WelbyM7! 
That incident would make a great anime…
I too, I must confess, take great delight in making the little ones (but not the wee ones, under 10 or so) run home for clean shorts. A trait inherited from my demented mother, I think.
[sub]Actually, she’s a lot like Rosanne, 'round Hallowe’en, now I think of it.[/sub]
My most successful garb for this is simply a black cloak, with an oversized (and handmade, might I add) hood. I don this, then adorn my noggin with the largest pumkin I can find, carved out in wicked fashion, hence the oversized hood. I blacken my face and put those tiny little glowsticks in the pumpkin’s eyes and mouth, making the whole deal look like the scarecrows everyone loves to have in front of the house, at this time o’ year.
Using the time honored methods described by welby, I wait until they’ve gotten their loot, then jump up wailing and shouting, followed by much chuckling and giggling as they scamper for the curb.
Good on ya, welby, and here’s to a less painful holiday, next year.
For a bit of variation, I’ll sometimes take advantage of thier curiosity, and wait 'till they’ve leaned in real close to me, checking out the “scarecrow” and give 'em a “Booga booga!” Though fortunately, I’ve never been taken down by a groin kick. Yet.
[sub]The trick, y’see, is to squint your eyes, so all they can see is the glowstick, and the makeup on yer eyelids hides the truth, until you give 'em a gotcha.[/sub]
LOLOLOL! And to think that many households have difficulty finding the nutcrackers for Hallowe’en.
Sad Welby! 
So tell me, Welby, do women routinely laugh at you first thing in the morning? That’s a great story!
CJ
Still grinning!
OMG my face hurts from laughing!!!
Welby! You went to all that trouble and didn’t put up a vid cam!?!?
How were you planning on basking in the thrill of the scare later? I mean in the mask you surely didn’t get a good look at terror on the childrens faces. You need to video tape next year and every year so when you die there can be a greatest hits tape played at your funeral to explain why people dance on your grave afterward.
Zebra we never do put up a vid cam, maily because we didn’t own one until last Christmas, and it never crossed my mind this year. And I still thank God we didn’t have one up this year. My wife would be playing it over and over and over and inviting family to watch every weekend. My family is not the kind of family where you want to have any proof on tape.
Through the mask, around the mask, whatever, there’s no mistaking the look of terror on a chiild’s face. Occasionally if the mask slips I may miss a good face, but there’s always the consolation of watching them trip over each other on the way down the drive.
welby - What will you be doing for Hallowe’en this year?
StG
I bet his costume includes a cup.
That’s an awesome story. If I knew how to nominate for Threadspotting, then I would.
You do that by emailing Tubadiva. You can find a link to her on the front page where you see the spotted threads. Usually some sort of burnt offering is a good idea.
That’s incredibly funny, welby! I’m laughing WITH you, not AT you! And have those doodads looked at by a professional! Really! Doodad tragedy here.
I knew I’d find an appropriate place to post that…
Pssst, Lsura, it’s the bad girls that get a car for Christmas. Well … at least a visit to the back seat of one, anyway.
Hmm, I never received a car for Christmas.
Wait, you said something about a back seat…oh, I do recall…
Welby, I think you just might have to dig a hole in your front lawn, put plywood covered by grass on top - and then pop up in full skeleton gear. The little ones have low blood pressure as it is, so there’s no way you’d cause heart attacks (except the parents - ooooh, now this could be fun.)