Trick Or Treat Halloween Quotes

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Being alone is not the most awful thing in the world. You visit your museums and cultivate your interests and remind yourself how lucky you are not to be one of those spindly Sudanese children with flies beading their mouths. You make out To Do lists - reorganise linen cupboard, learn two sonnets. You dole out little treats to yourself - slices of ice-cream cake, concerts at Wigmore Hall. And then, every once in a while, you wake up and gaze out of the window at another bloody daybreak, and think, I cannot do this anymore. I cannot pull myself together again and spend the next fifteen hours of wakefulness fending off the fact of my own misery. People like Sheba think that they know what it's like to be lonely. They cast their minds back to the time they broke up with a boyfriend in 1975 and endured a whole month before meeting someone new. Or the week they spent in a Bavarian steel town when they were fifteen years old, visiting their greasy-haired German pen pal and discovering that her hand-writing was the best thing about her. But about the drip drip of long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. They don't know what it is to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the laundrette. Or to sit in a darkened flat on Halloween night, because you can't bear to expose your bleak evening to a crowd of jeering trick-or-treaters. Or to have the librarian smile pityingly and say, ‘Goodness, you're a quick reader!’ when you bring back seven books, read from cover to cover, a week after taking them out. They don't know what it is to be so chronically untouched that the accidental brush of a bus conductor's hand on your shoulder sends a jolt of longing straight to your groin. I have sat on park benches and trains and schoolroom chairs, feeling the great store of unused, objectless love sitting in my belly like a stone until I was sure I would cry out and fall, flailing, to the ground. About all of this, Sheba and her like have no clue.
Zoë Heller (What Was She Thinking? [Notes on a Scandal])
You don’t need fashion designers when you are young. Have faith in your own bad taste. Buy the cheapest thing in your local thrift shop - the clothes that are freshly out of style with even the hippest people a few years older than you. Get on the fashion nerves of your peers, not your parents - that is the key to fashion leadership. Ill-fitting is always stylish. But be more creative - wear your clothes inside out, backward, upside down. Throw bleach in a load of colored laundry. Follow the exact opposite of the dry cleaning instructions inside the clothes that cost the most in your thrift shop. Don’t wear jewelry - stick Band-Aids on your wrists or make a necklace out of them. Wear Scotch tape on the side of your face like a bad face-lift attempt. Mismatch your shoes. Best yet, do as Mink Stole used to do: go to the thrift store the day after Halloween, when the children’s trick-or-treat costumes are on sale, buy one, and wear it as your uniform of defiance.
John Waters (Role Models)
I got a rock.
Charlie Brown
Haunt an old house. Ask for a treat. Laugh like a witch. Lick something sweet. Offer a trick. Wander a maze. Echo a boo. Exclaim the phrase— Normal's unnatural on Halloween!
Richelle E. Goodrich (Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year)
Treats and tricks. Witch broomsticks. Jack-o-lanterns Lick their lips. Crows and cats. Vampire bats. Capes and fangs And pointed hats. Werewolves howl. Phantoms prowl. Halloween’s Upon us now.
Richelle E. Goodrich (Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year)
When People Ask How I’m Doing I want to say, my depression is an angry deity, a jealous god a thirsty shadow that wrings my joy like a dishrag and makes juice out of my smile. I want to say, getting out of bed has become a magic trick. I am probably the worst magician I know. I want to say, this sadness is the only clean shirt I have left and my washing machine has been broken for months, but I’d rather not ruin someone’s day with my tragic honesty so instead I treat my face like a pumpkin. I pretend that it’s Halloween. I carve it into something acceptable. I laugh and I say, “I’m doing alright.
Rudy Francisco (Helium (Button Poetry))
Across a golden Autumn tapestry appear the spirits of our ancient selves demanding recognition and reward for one haunted night. Sated, they retreat from winter’s onslaught and retire to subconscious hibernation for another twelvemonth.
Stewart Stafford
Did you know that at one time trick-or-treating was stopped? It's true. During World War II children were not allowed to trick or treat because there was a sugar shortage.
Linda Bozzo (Kooky Halloween Jokes to Tickle Your Funny Bone (Funnier Bone Jokes))
Halloween is a great holiday for any actor if you think about it. It's all about dress-up and playing characters. So yeah, it's always had a special place for me.
Nicolas Cage
People can go very badly awry in this individual quest. But when the quest is fortunate, there comes a lifetime of creative innovative action.
Joseph Campbell (Trick or Treat: Hallowe'en, Masks, and Living Your Myth (E-Singles))
No, but I’m too old for trick-or-treating … so Halloween isn’t such a big deal anymore.
Kasie West (P.S. I Like You)
Beware! As you trick or treat. These creatures will find you and make you smell their feet.
Casey Browning (Ol' Halloween Night)
I attributed their behavior to the fact that they didn't have a TV, but television didn't teach you everything. Asking for candy on Halloween was called trick-or-treating, but asking for candy on November first was called begging, and it made people uncomfortable. This was one of the things you were supposed to learn simply by being alive, and it angered me that the Tomkeys did not understand it.
David Sedaris (Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim)
They banged doors, they shouted Trick or Treat and their brown paper bags began to fill with incredible sweets. They galloped with their teeth glued shut with pink gum. They ran with red wax lips bedazzling their faces. But all the people who met them at doors looked like candy factory duplicates of their own mothers and fathers. It was like never leaving home. Too much kindness flashed from every window and every portal. What they wanted was to hear dragons belch in basements and banged castle doors.
Ray Bradbury (The Halloween Tree: A Halloween Classic)
Nobody goes trick-or-treating anymore. The monsters have gotten too real.
E.K. Barnes (When the Divine Are Dead)
Go put on your mask. Say 'trick-or-treat' in costume. It’s All Hallows Eve.
Richelle E. Goodrich (Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year)
When I was a youngster, I trick-or-treated. I dressed up in costume, rang doorbells and pleaded. Today I’m a grown up who treats and tricks. I cackle at children and share candy sticks.
Richelle E. Goodrich (Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year)
It's Halloween! It's Halloween! The moon is full and bright and we shall see that can't be seen on any other night skeletons and ghosts and ghouls, grinning goblins fighting duels, werewolves rising from their tombs, witches on their magic brooms. In masks and gowns we haunt the street and knock on doors for trick or treat. tonight we are the king and queen, for oh tonight it's Halloween!
Jack Prelutsky (It's Halloween)
When I look at a pumpkin muffin, I see the brilliant orange glow of a sugar maple in its full autumnal glory. I see the crisp blue sky of October, so clear and restorative and reassuring. I see hayrides, and I feel Halloween just around the corner, kids dressed up in homemade costumes, bobbing for apples and awaiting trick or treat. I think of children dressed as Pilgrims in a pre-school parade, or a Thanksgiving feast, the bounty of harvest foods burdening a table with its goodness. I picture pumpkins at a farmer's market, piled happy and high, awaiting a new home where children will carve them into scary faces or mothers will bake them into a pie or stew.
Jenny Gardiner (Slim to None)
Louie's mother, Louise, took a different tack. Louie was a copy of herself, right down to the vivid blue eyes. When pushed, she shoved; sold a bad cut of meat, she'd march down to the butcher, frying pan in hand. Loving mischief, she spread icing over a cardboard box and presented it as a birthday cake to a neighbor, who promptly got the knife stuck. When Pete told her he'd drink his castor oil if she gave him an empty candy box. "You only asked for the box, honey," she said with a smile. "That's all I got." And she understood Louie's restiveness. One Halloween, she dressed as a boy and raced around town trick-or-treating with Louie and Pete. A gang of kids, thinking she was one of the local toughs, tackled her and tried to steal her pants. Little Louise Zamperini, mother of four, was deep in the melee when the cops picked her up for brawling.
Laura Hillenbrand (Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption)
Halloween trickster. Spiders on string. Children in costume. Startle and scream. Halloween treater. Apples on sticks. Caramel. Chocolate. Come, take your pick.
Richelle E. Goodrich (Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year)
The laughter of children filled the crisp air while off-beat rhythms of knocks and door bells mixed with a chorus of "trick or treat" that sang out into the early evening.
Amber Newberry (One Night in Salem)
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M.K. Radican (Trick or Treat Free For All!: A Halloween Kids Book (Zombie Reconstruction Squad))
I think I have Ring Pops somewhere here, from trick-or-treating. I went as myself.
Holly Black (The Stolen Heir (The Stolen Heir Duology, #1))
...flames moved towards him and dropped within - singed and marred his tender skin ... (the frightful plight tale)
Muse (Enigmatic Evolution)
Asking for candy on Halloween was called trick-or-treating, but asking for candy on November first was called begging, and it made people uncomfortable.
David Sedaris (Holidays on Ice)
The school year progressed slowly. I felt as if I had been in the sixth grade for years, yet it was only October. Halloween was approaching. Coming from Ireland, we had never thought of it as a big holiday, though Sarah and I usually went out trick-or treating. For the last couple of years I had been too sick to go out, but this year Halloween fell on a day when I felt quiet fine. My mother was the one who came up with the Eskimo idea. I put on a winter coat, made a fish out of paper, which I hung on the end of a stick, and wrapped my face up in a scarf. My hair was growing in, and I loved the way the top of the hood rubbed against it. By this time my hat had become part of me; I took it off only at home. Sometimes kids would make fun of me, run past me, knock my hat off, and call me Baldy. I hated this, but I assumed that one day my hair would grow in, and on that day the teasing would end. We walked around the neighborhood with our pillowcase sacks, running into other groups of kids and comparing notes: the house three doors down gave whole candy bars, while the house next to that gave only cheap mints. I felt wonderful. It was only as the night wore on and the moon came out and the older kids, the big kids, went on their rounds that I began to realize why I felt so good. No one could see me clearly. No one could see my face.
Lucy Grealy (Autobiography of a Face)
Nietzsche’s words that relate to this with respect to masks and the processes of life. He speaks of three stages in the life of the spirit incarnate in each of us. Three transformations of the spirit, he calls it. The first is that of the camel which gets down on its knees and asks, “Put a load on me.” That’s the period of these dear little children. This is the just-born life that has come in and is receiving the imprint of the society. The primary mask. “Put a load on me. Teach me what I must know to live in this society.” Once heavily loaded, the camel struggles to its feet and goes out into the desert — into the desert of the realization of its own individual nature. This must follow the reception of the culture good. It must not precede it. First is humility, and obedience, and the reception of the primary mask. Then comes the turning inward, which happens automatically in adolescence, to find your own inward life. Nietzsche calls this the transformation of the camel into a lion. Then the lion attacks a dragon; and the dragon’s name is Thou Shalt. The dragon is the concretization of all those imprints that the society has put upon you. The function of the lion is to kill the dragon Thou Shalt. On every scale is a “Thou Shalt,” some of them dating from 2000 b.c., others from this morning’s newspaper. And, when the dragon Thou Shalt has been killed — that is to say, when you have made the transition from simple obedience to authority over your own life — the third transformation is to that of being a child moving spontaneously out of the energy of its own center. Nietzsche calls it a wheel rolling out of its own center.
Joseph Campbell (Trick or Treat: Hallowe'en, Masks, and Living Your Myth (E-Singles))
In the morn when they woke, it was Halloween Day. There was bobbing for apples and rides in the hay. There were costume parties, and games to be played. Cupcakes and candy and, of course, a parade! After dinner was served, and the kids were done eating, it was finally time to go trick-or-treating! Moms re-painted faces, and straightened clown hats, put wings back on fairies, angels, and bats. Jack-o-lanterns were set out on porches with care. Their grins seemed to say, “Knock if you dare.
Natasha Wing (The Night Before Halloween)
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been captivated by Halloween. The idea that one can change the very essence of who they are for the entirety of an evening is intoxicating. And just as quickly as it came, the magic is gone the following morning. But
Amy Giuffrida (Halloween Night: Trick or Treat)
We were together for Halloween with our family. This was what I’d been missing. Not trick-or-treating or candy or parties. I knew next year’s Halloween would be just as unforgettable. And with that thought, there was a twinge of hope. Next year, I’d still be here with them. They were counting on it. I dared to believe it.
C.L. Stone (Ghost Bird II: The Academy Omnibus Part 2: Books Five - Eight (The Ghost Bird Series Bundles))
On Halloween, Wendell, Floyd, and Mona were walking home from school when a black cat crossed their path. “Don’t pet it, Floyd!” cried Wendell. “Don’t you know that black cats are bad luck?” “That’s just an old wives’ tale,” Mona said. “Besides, what could happen?” Wendell merely shook his head. “Anything can happen on Halloween.” In fact, something did happen as soon as they got home. First, Wendell discovered that his mad scientist costume had turned pink in the wash. This is definitely a bad sign, he thought. Then Floyd found out that he had to take his sister, Alice, trick-or-treating with him. “Pirates don’t have little sisters,” he complained. Worst of all, Mona’s mother insisted that she go out dressed as a fairy princess. “I look ridiculous,” Mona protested. “Nonsense,” said her mother, and handed her a magic wand. They all felt gloomy that evening as they set out trick-or-treating and hoped that no one they knew would see them.
Mark Teague (One Halloween Night)
Ready for what?” Just then, Jonah came bouncing over, wearing a blue-and-red dinosaur costume. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” he yelled louder than necessary. My mom put her hand on his shoulder and he stopped bouncing. She continued to look at me, waiting for an answer. “I’m going out with Isabel,” I said. “You didn’t tell me that,” Mom said. I panicked, my mind rewinding through the week to try to pick out the conversation I could’ve sworn I had with my mom so I could reference it now. It didn’t exist. “You said you’d take us trick-or-treating,” Jonah whined. “Ashley can take you,” I said. My sister shook her head. “Nope. I’m going to a Halloween party tonight.” “Can’t Mom take you?” I asked Jonah, desperate now because I knew how he got when he had his mind set on something. Mom gave me her disappointed look but to Jonah said, “Yes, I’ll take you.” The dinosaur head tipped forward as he looked at the ground in a pout. It was a really pathetic sight. As I clung to my stained shirt, I knew neither
Kasie West (P.S. I Like You)
When it came time to go trick-or-treating Buster knew which houses to skip. “Don’t go there,” he said. “They only give apples.” “Gross,” said Francine. “And don’t go to the big house on the corner,” said Buster. “That’s the witch’s house.” “My brother saw someone go in there last Halloween and he never came out.” Arthur tried not to look afraid. Arthur and his sister had trouble keeping up with the others. First D.W. got her tail caught. Then her bag broke. “You’re such a pain in the neck,” said Arthur. “D.W. must be short for Dim Wit.” But D.W. didn’t answer. Arthur turned around just in time to see her disappear into the witch’s house.
Marc Brown (Arthur's Halloween)
Thank you, V, he thought as he jumped out himself. Balz stayed tight on her heels as she hit a little walkway with a long stride, and about halfway to her front door, he realized how ridiculous he looked: He was still nakie with a sheet wrapped around his hey-nannies, and he had a gun down at one thigh and a duffle bag full of click-click-bang-bang hanging off his other shoulder. Too bad this wasn’t Halloween for the humans. He could have called himself a flasher-assassin and maybe gotten away with it. Plus, hey, guy shows up on your trick-or-treat doorstep with a forty caliber in his palm, you were likely to dump your bowl of candy wherever he told you to put the stuff. So he’d clean up and Rhage would be psyched.
J.R. Ward (Lover Arisen (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #20))
The Phantastic Phantasms by Stewart Stafford Halloween Henry sitting on top of a pumpkin he made Eyes are ablaze Morbid Melissa breastfeeding strychnine to all of the babes Her smile never fades Don’t you see that darkness creeping? It’s a nightmare without sleeping Trick-or-Treat Trevor knocking on doors with no head to display It’s his headless way Emmet The Clownface Haunting the grounds of an old children’s school He’s nobody’s ghoul On a carpet of Autumn leaves They’re around every All Hallow’s Eve Sam O’Terry counting the bones of his earthly remains None of them lame Simon-Whose-Head-Hurts taking his 920th overdose Chemically verbose They will always do their worst On October the 31st ©Stewart Stafford, 2018. All rights reserved.
Stewart Stafford
They all felt gloomy that evening as they set out trick-or-treating and hoped that no one they knew would see them. But their troubles were far from over. At some houses, they were surprised with tricks instead of treats. At other houses, the treats were weird, or awful. Soon their bags were full of candy with names like “Broccoli Chews,” “Sweet ‘n’ Sauerkraut,” and “Eggplant Fizzlers.” “I can’t believe this is happening,” Wendell grumbled. At that moment a screech of laughter came from down the block. Floyd peered through his spyglass and groaned. “It’s Leona Fleebish and her nasty friends.” “Not them!” Mona squeaked. “They’re the worst!” “We’d better run for it!” cried Wendell. Floyd led them down a hidden path through the woods behind the old Dreedle House. But soon Leona’s jeering voice rang out: “We see you! You can’t hide!” The chase was on!
Mark Teague (One Halloween Night)
I’m sorry,” said the kitty. “I’ve wrecked your broomstick ride.” “No matter,” said Witch Mildred. “We’re here. Let’s go inside!” The clock atop the castle read twenty after eight, but the promised buffet table held only emptied plates! “No eye or newt? No sautéed slug? No pickleworm pate? No casserole of cockroach! No spiderweb soufflé! Those greedy gobbling goblins left zilch for us to eat.” Said the starving skeleton, “Why don’t we trick-or-treat?” They passed a lighted cottage, from which rose song and laughter. The mummy boldly rang the bell, All others traipsing after. The children squealed and giggled as they greeted their new guests, for of all the trick-or-treaters, these costumes were the best! The hostess asked the callers to join them at their party. “Check out this spread!” the mummy said. The hostess said, “Eat hearty.” “Taffy apples! Candy corn! Purple punch, ice-cold! My tongue’s not touched such tastiness since I was six years old!” In the corner of the kitchen Witch Mildred found a mop. “I think this will do nicely while my broom is in the shop.” “May I, please?” asked Mildred, and seated her new friends. With a loud “Thank you!” away they flew, in loopy swoops and bends. That night Witch Mildred dreamed of cakes and lemonade, but far more sweet than party treats were the friendships she had made!
Elizabeth Spurr (Halloween Sky Ride)
Amateur musical performances were extremely important for all of us during the war, and my experience of them started at the age of ten or eleven, when my friends and I took part in a custom that was very popular back then but now seems to have died out altogether. It was carried out at Halloween, but instead of going round asking for trick or treats we did something called ‘Guising’. A group of us lads would go to the front door of a house we thought might be welcoming and politely ask if we could come in and perform. Our particular playlet was suggested by my father; it was one he had performed when he was a lad, although whether there was any deeper tradition behind the verses we recited I cannot say. We were all dressed up in costumes, with one boy dressed as a king with a cardboard crown on his head. Once all were in the house most of us would cluster behind the sitting-room door, then the first boy would enter the room on his own and say, ‘Red up sticks and red up stools here comes in a pack of fools, a pack of fools behind that door. Step in King George and clear the floor.’ The boy with the crown on his head would enter and recite, ‘King George is my name, sword and pistol by my side, I hope to win the game.’ The first boy would answer, ‘The game, sir, the game, sir, is not within your power. I will slash you and slay you within half an hour.’ These two boys would then have a duel with toy swords and the first boy would drop down as though dead, at which the king would kneel down and say, ‘Is there a doctor in the town?’ A small boy with a little attaché case would then pop out from behind the door saying, ‘My name is Doctor Brown, the best little doctor in the town. A little to his nose and a little to his bum, now rise up, jock, and sing a song.’ It was an absurd little sketch, but we used to get showered with pieces of cake and home-made toffees and fudge, and we would pass from house to house performing the same sketch. Even now I can recall the words perfectly.
John Moffat (I Sank The Bismarck)
Yo momma is so ugly… she turned Medusa to stone!   Yo momma is so ugly… for Halloween she trick-or-treats on the phone!   Yo momma is so ugly… even Rice Krispies won't talk to her!   Yo momma is so ugly… she tried to take a bath and the water jumped out!   Yo momma is so ugly… when they took her to the beautician it took 12 hours for a quote!   Yo momma is so ugly… she made an onion cry.   Yo momma is so ugly… when she walks down the street in September, people say “Wow, is it Halloween already?”   Yo momma is so ugly… her mom had to tie a steak around her neck to
Various (151+ Yo Momma Jokes)
You drink root beer while you watch an NBA game? You are an American wannabe, aren’t you?” “That is perhaps the most horrid thing you could say to an Englishman.” “Worse than French wannabe?” “Well, there is that.” He sipped his soda. “I spent a summer in America and one night drank two six-packs of root beer on a dare. After that, the formerly vile-cough-syrupy taste suddenly became appealing. But wait just a moment, Miss I’ve-Just-Come-From-A-Rather-Dull-Game-Of-Whist, who’s pointing fingers and calling me a wannabe of anything?” “Yeah…” She smoothed the front of her empire waist and laughed at herself as best she could. “It’s, um, a Halloween costume. You know, trick or treat.” “Ah,” he said. “And my interest in basketball is just, you know, research into a curious cultural phenomenon.” “Pure research.” “Absolutely.” “But of course. Besides, you ruined me, you know. No wonder Wattlesbrook forbids anything modern to clash with the nineteenth century. Five minutes of conversation with you in the garden and I went cross-eyed trying to take myself seriously again in this getup.” “I have that effect on a lot of women. All it takes is five minutes with me and--er…that didn’t sound right.” “You’d better stop while you’re behind, there, sport.
Shannon Hale (Austenland (Austenland, #1))
There was only one more thing to do--go into the haunted house. “You first,” said Beaver, pushing Franklin toward the door. It creaked open. A skeleton rattled. Chains clanged. There were moans. Franklin stepped on something crunchy. Suddenly, a big hairy hand reached out of the darkness. Franklin’s heart beat hard and fast. But before he could scream, a light was flicked on. “Trick or treat!” shouted Mr. Mole. Franklin looked around nervously. Then he laughed. The hairy hand was only Mr. Mole’s mop. “Here’s a treat for braving the haunted house,” said Mr. Mole. “A ghost came before you. He got so scared he flew away.” “But Bear can’t fly,” said Franklin. “It wasn’t Bear,” explained Mr. Mole. “Bear is home sick with a nasty cold.” Franklin shuddered. “If Bear wasn’t the ghost, then who was?” He ran back to his friends, who were waiting in line for the haunted house. “Was it that scary?” asked Fox. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Maybe I did,” said Franklin. He told them what Mr. Mole had said. “You mean that Bear was never here?” asked Beaver. Franklin shook his head. The ghost flew over them. It swooped low and called, “Whooo!” Rabbit twitched. “So what is white, says ‘Whooo,’ and flies?” “A real ghost,” answered Goose. “Run!
Paulette Bourgeois (Franklin's Halloween)
After dinner was served, and the kids were done eating, it was finally time to go trick-or-treating! Moms re-painted faces, and straightened clown hats, put wings back on fairies, angels, and bats. Jack-o’-lanterns were set out on porches with care. Their grins seemed to say, “Knock if you dare.” Gypsies and pirates and zombies in rags, grabbed their bright flashlights and trick-or-treat bags. They walked down each lane, avenue, and street, rang every doorbell and said, “Trick or treat!
Natasha Wing (The Night Before Halloween)
They walked down each lane, avenue, and street, rang every doorbell and said, “Trick or treat!” But just when the children thought they were done, the princess said, “We’ve forgotten just one.” So they walked to the house at the top of the hill, which gave all the kids a spine-tingling thrill. They stood on the porch and were ready to knock, when they heard heavy footsteps, and a turn of the lock. When what to their curious eyes should loom, but a wicked old witch holding a broom. Her cape--how it shimmered! Her face--oh, how scary! Her hat was so pointy, it frightened the fairy! The wicked witch said, “Welcome. We have a surprise.” And the children yelled, “Run! It’s not a disguise!
Natasha Wing (The Night Before Halloween)
costume,
M.K. Radican (Trick or Treat Free For All!: A Halloween Kids Book (Zombie Reconstruction Squad))
Trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat. Crackers, fruit will not do. Give me candy, I want two. Candy, candy I want four. Candy, candy I want more.
C.V. Hunt (Halloween Fiend)
Halloween by Maisie Aletha Smikle Halloween Halloween Fun for the teen and preteen Fun for the queen And those in between Halloween Halloween Don't be mean A treat for you And your friends too We are not naughty We are nice We like candied apples With lots of spice Decked in costumes out we go Two dressed as bushy tail foxes in frocks One dressed in a hat with beard and locks Singing reggae to the tune of the blues Knock knock Give us treats we don’t like tricks Give us chocolate and candy That's so sweet fine and dandy We’ll take our sweets to the prairie And trade them with a fairy call Mary Who is very cheery And not at all contrary Fairy Mary return all teeth Fallen out from eating too much sweets Polished and bright to chew just right We’ll eat more fruits noon or night
Maisie Aletha Smikle
Many Halloweens ago, he was just a tiny red puppy. I wanted to take Clifford out trick-or-treating. But the mask and hat didn’t fit. He was not a happy clown.
Norman Bridwell (Clifford's First Halloween)
Even little bears expect a good fright when they go out for treats on Halloween night.
Stan Berenstain (The Berenstain Bears Trick or Treat)
Hey!” said Sister. “This is Crooked Lane!” “That’s right,” said Too-Tall. “We’re gonna play a few tricks on old Witch McGrizz.” “W-what sort of tricks?” asked Brother. Her gnarled, twisted old tree house loomed ahead. “First,” whispered Too-Tall, taking a roll of toilet paper from his jacket, “we’ll decorate her house with a little of this. Then maybe we’ll tie a few knots in her clothesline. Then smear some honey on her broomstick so she’ll stick to it when she tries to fly.” But before Too-Tall and his gang could start their mischief, the front door opened and a bright yellow light stabbed the darkness. And there in the doorway stood the frightening figure of old Miz McGrizz! “Aha!” she said in a gravelly voice. “I’m ready for you!” She then led the terrified cubs into a cozy living room. To their great surprise, there was a big tray of beautiful candy apples all prepared for Halloween visitors. “Mama was right,” whispered Sister to Brother. “Miz McGrizz really is a sweet, kind old person!
Stan Berenstain (The Berenstain Bears Trick or Treat)
Halloween is more than a day that is marked on a calendar. It’s the crackling of leaves under our feet, a chill in the air, and a quick heartbeat at the sound of a strange noise. We carry Halloween as we would our keys or our wallet, tucked away for safety on our person, for fear of losing it. This is a love letter to Halloween. We will not lose you. We will hold you close all year. I’m delighted to present to you the strange,
Amy Giuffrida (Halloween Night: Trick or Treat)
chocolate companies cannot exist without consumer demand. If you’re bothered by the state of the chocolate industry, you, as a consumer, can have an impact. Consider writing, e-mailing, or using social media to contact your favorite chocolate company and ask them to make a commitment to decreasing the poverty of the producers in their supply chain. Or, do some actual (or virtual) reverse trick-or-treating where you tell people about this issue instead of taking mainstream chocolate from them on Halloween. One way or another, decide to be deeply informed about your favorite treat before you enjoy it.
Tara Sullivan (The Bitter Side of Sweet)
As I said, during those decades we kids trick or treated by ourselves, walking the familiar neighborhoods without fear and totally safe!  I suppose that we weren’t as entirely safe as we thought!  Child molesters and the proverbial perverts are not new even though some politicians claim that perversion is a new concept thrust upon us by the liberal left!  Politics!  It may be that the “perverts” of those times were more afraid of being outed!  Kids in today’s world are told from early age to tell when they think things are wrong!  Of course, that “telling” has been abused time and time again with many innocent people being put through HELL just because some kid was pissed off because he didn’t get a second helping at snack time.  But back then,
B.J. Walker Jr. (Halloween, The Best Time of the Year)
I grew up in a small town during a different time, a time where kids only trick or treated in their own neighborhoods.  Now?  I welcome the outsiders coming in because without them, we’d only have a half a dozen or so coming to the door!  Trick or treating is being replaced by church parties and
B.J. Walker Jr. (Halloween, The Best Time of the Year)
these new trunk or treat parties. What is a “trunk or treat” party?  Well, instead of taking your kids throughout your neighborhood like millions have done before, you pull your car or SUV into a parking lot, decorate the trunk, and sit there while kids parade past your open trunks to trick or treat!  It’s supposed to be safer!  Maybe it is.  Personally, I do not recall seeing any great number of headlines reporting problems with traditional trick or treaters!  And as for church parties, well, I just remember
B.J. Walker Jr. (Halloween, The Best Time of the Year)
I know that many people including our President insist that it be called the Christmas Season. I’ll be the first in line to say that it works for me however that’s not what it is. We hint at its coming on Halloween when the little tykes take over wandering the neighborhood begging for candy and coins. In this day and age the idea of children wandering the streets threatening people with “Trick or Treat!” just isn’t a good idea. In most cases parents go with them encouraging their offspring’s to politely ask “Anything for Halloween.” An added layer of security occurs when the children are herded into one room to party with friends. It’s all good, safe fun and usually there is enough candy for all of their teeth to rot before they have a chance to grow new ones. Forgotten is the concept that it is a three day observance of those that have passed before us and are considered saints or martyrs. Next we celebrate Thanksgiving, a national holiday (holly day) formally observed in Canada, Liberia, Germany Japan, some countries in the Caribbean and the United States. Most of these countries observe days other than the fourth Thursday of November and think of it as a secular way of celebrating the harvest and abundance of food. Without a hiccup we slide into Black Friday raiding stores for the loot being sold at discounted prices. The same holds true for Cyber Monday when we burn up the internet looking for bargains that will arrive at our doorsteps, brought by the jolly delivery men and women, of FedEx, UPS and USPS. Of course the big days are Chanukah when the Maccabean Revolt against the Seleucid Empire, regained control of Jerusalem. It is a time to gather the family and talk of history and tell stories. Christmas Eve is a time when my family goes to church, mostly to sing carols and distribute gifts, although this usually continued on Christmas day. This is when the term “Merry Christmas” is justified and correct although it is thought that the actual birthday of Christ is in October. The English squeezed another day out of the season, called Boxing Day, which is when the servants got some scraps from the dinner the day before and received a small gift or a dash of money. I do agree that “Xmas” is inappropriate but that’s just me and I don’t go crazy over it. After all, Christmas is for everyone. On the evening of the last day of the year we celebrate New Year’s Evening followed by New Year’s Day which many people sleep through after New Year’s Eve. The last and final day of the Holiday Season is January 6th which Is Epiphany or Three Kings Day. In Tarpon Springs, the Greek Orthodox Priest starts the celebration with the sanctification of the waters followed by the immersion of the cross. It becomes a scramble when local teenage boys dive for the cross thrown into the Spring Bayou as a remembrance of the baptism of Jesus Christ in the Jordan River. This tradition is now over a century old and was first celebrated by the Episcopal Church by early settlers in 1903.
Hank Bracker (Seawater One: Going to Sea! (Seawater Series))
The next morning, October 31, marked the beginning of the family-friendly part of the holiday. That’s when the mischievous gifts from under the Halloween Tree were handed out by hungover adults. The rule was that if your gift was actually thoughtful or useful to the recipient, you had failed—these gifts were to be tasteless and worse than useless. They were also extremely difficult to shop for, you had to know a person pretty well to know exactly what they hated. For the kids, there were baskets of booby-trapped treats (say, a batch of six caramel apples, only one was secretly an onion). Everyone either had a separate costume for that day, or a tasteful modification to their Devil’s Night outfit for the traditional haunted houses and trick-or-treating.
David Wong (Zoey Punches the Future in the Dick (Zoey Ashe #2))
November 1st, All Saints Day, Dawned crisp and bright, Golden leaves and burned-out husks of fireworks, Lay strewn in the grass by the smouldering bonfire.
Stewart Stafford
Fez
M.K. Radican (Trick or Treat Free For All!: A Halloween Kids Book (Zombie Reconstruction Squad))
their candy
M.K. Radican (Trick or Treat Free For All!: A Halloween Kids Book (Zombie Reconstruction Squad))
candy
M.K. Radican (Trick or Treat Free For All!: A Halloween Kids Book (Zombie Reconstruction Squad))
Pomona's Feast by Stewart Stafford Home from aggressive begging on November Eve, A horror movie that won't be finished in the background, The pirate's booty or robber's swag is examined. Face in the bag, a cornucopia of scents in the nostrils: Oranges, nuts, burnt popcorn, chocolate, Toffee apples, crisps, Liquorice Allsorts, and Rice Krispie cakes. A smörgåsbord Pomona's feast begins, As a maternal voice advises frugality, To no avail. Noses in the trough, Nothing eaten bears any relation to the thing eaten before or after, Aching gums, jaws, and bellies swiftly ensue. To bed to sleep it off, The next morning, it's déjà vu, The maternal voice again advises eating breakfast first, to no avail. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.
Stewart Stafford
DING DONG! Creeeeak! The door to the old house opened a crack. “Trick or Treat!” Ellie, Jessica, and Fez said in unison as they held out their candy buckets. Squeak! Squeak!
M.K. Radican (Trick or Treat Free For All!: A Halloween Kids Book (Zombie Reconstruction Squad))
Have a ghost of a time. Have a happy Halloween!
Anthony T. Hincks
McNaughtlebean. In truth, she only came to mind when riding our bikes past her house or at Halloween. Could I have been the first person to think of trick-or-treating at her house, dare or not?
Marie Shaw (The Witch's House: A Halloween Story for Kids Ages 7-9 Children)
Había un desfile de los más diversos disfraces: caras fantasmales pintadas sobre sábanas, máscaras de Frankenstein al estilo Hollywood, vampiros de colmillos ensangrentados que perturbarían el sueño de Bram Stoker. Estaban también los que arrastraban trajes humillantes: infantes subyugados por la voluntad de padres cursis que los vestían de abejorros, mariposas, y peluchitos esponjosos.
Rodrigo Éker (Cuarteto de Halloween)
The way she was eyeing him like a pile of Halloween candy after a few hours of hardcore trick or treating made me have feelings–like jealousy
Vanessa Vale (Man Hunt (On a Manhunt, #1))
Each year, the church hosted a Family Fun Night in the fellowship hall as a trick-or-treating alternative for kids. Superheroes and fairy princesses were encouraged; goblins and zombies were not allowed through the doors. Bernice didn't know when it had happened, but evidently, many of the church folk in Savage Crossing believed Halloween was the gateway to Hell.... Bernice looked forward to giving candy to the cute neighborhood kids dressed as green-faced witches and vampires wearing plastic fangs. Kids (and church people) would be better off if they understood superheroes weren't real, and monsters often lurked in unexpected places.
Talya Tate Boerner (Bernice Runs Away)
Halloween, everyone can partake in. From infants to adults, anyone can dress up. You can go trick or treating or get drunk in the woods or…go to a haunted hayride. It truly is the most magical time of the year.
Sergio Gómez (Halloween Slaughter (Slaughter Series, #2))
24) How do skeletons contact other skeletons? They use a telebone.
Riddleland (The Try Not to Laugh Challenge: Joke Book for Kids and Family: Halloween - Trick or Treat Edition: A Fun and Interactive Joke Book for Boys and Girls: Ages 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 Years Old)
Creeeeak!
M.K. Radican (Trick or Treat Free For All!: A Halloween Kids Book (Zombie Reconstruction Squad))
groan.
M.K. Radican (Trick or Treat Free For All!: A Halloween Kids Book (Zombie Reconstruction Squad))
puss!
M.K. Radican (Trick or Treat Free For All!: A Halloween Kids Book (Zombie Reconstruction Squad))
I’ve never understood this Beggars’ Night,” she said. “It’s so weird. In Florida, we just trick-or-treated on Halloween night like everyone else. I don’t get why they do it on a different night here.” “I know why,” Crystal said. “I read about it in the paper.” She balled up her napkin. “It was started in 1938 during World War II by the Des Moines Playground Commission, or what we now call Parks and Recreation. And they started it because Halloween night had become a problem with vandalism and destructive behaviors like setting fires and breaking windows.” She leaned forward for effect. “Just real hooliganism, as they called it back then.
Kali White (The Monsters We Make)
Yo mama is so ugly… they had to feed her with a Frisbee! Yo mama is so ugly… when she watches TV the channels change themselves! Yo mama is so ugly… she looks like she has been bobbing for apples in hot grease! Yo mama is so ugly… they passed a law saying she could only do online shopping! Yo mama is so ugly… she looked in the mirror and her reflection committed suicide! Yo mama is so ugly… even homeless people won’t take her money! Yo mama is so ugly… she’s the reason blind dates were invented! Yo mama is so ugly… even a pit-bull wouldn’t bite her! Yo mama is so ugly… she scares the paint off the wall! Yo mama is so ugly… she scares roaches away! Yo mama is so ugly… she looked out the window and got arrested! Yo mama is so ugly… she had to get a prescription mirror! Yo mama is so ugly… bullets refuse to kill her! Yo mama is so ugly… for Halloween she trick-or-treats on the phone! Yo mama is so ugly… when she plays Mortal Kombat, Scorpion says, “Stay over there!” Yo mama is so ugly… I told her to take out the trash and we never saw her again! Yo mama is so ugly… even Hello Kitty said goodbye! Yo mama is so ugly… even Rice Krispies won't talk to her! Yo mama is so ugly… that your father takes her to work with him so that he doesn't have to kiss her goodbye. Yo mama is so ugly… she made the Devil go to church! Yo mama is so ugly… she made an onion cry. Yo mama is so ugly… when she walks down the street in September, people say “Wow, is it Halloween already?” Yo mama is so ugly… she is the reason that Sonic the Hedgehog runs! Yo mama is so ugly… The NHL banned her for life. Yo mama is so ugly… she scared the crap out of a toilet! Yo mama is so ugly… she turned Medusa to stone! Yo mama is so ugly… her pillow cries at night! Yo mama is so ugly… she tried to take a bath and the water jumped out! Yo mama is so ugly… she gets 364 extra days to dress up for Halloween. Yo mama is so ugly… people put pictures of her on their car to prevent theft! Yo mama is so ugly… her mother had to be drunk to breast feed her! Yo mama is so ugly… instead of putting the bungee cord around her ankle, they put it around her neck. Yo mama is so ugly… when they took her to the beautician it took 24 hours for a quote! Yo mama is so ugly… they didn't give her a costume when she tried out for Star Wars. Yo mama is so ugly… just after she was born, her mother said, “What a treasure!” And her father said, “Yes, let's go bury it!” Yo mama is so ugly… her mom had to tie a steak around her neck to get the dogs to play with her. Yo mama is so ugly… when she joined an ugly contest, they said, “Sorry, no professionals.” Yo mama is so ugly… they had to feed her with a slingshot! Yo mama is so ugly… that she scares blind people! Yo mama is so ugly… when she walks into a bank they turn off the surveillance cameras. Yo mama is so ugly… she got beat up by her imaginary friends! Yo mama is so ugly… the government moved Halloween to her birthday.
Johnny B. Laughing (Yo Mama Jokes Bible: 350+ Funny & Hilarious Yo Mama Jokes)
Yo mama is so ugly… for Halloween she trick-or-treats on the phone!
Johnny B. Laughing (Yo Mama Jokes Bible: 350+ Funny & Hilarious Yo Mama Jokes)