Years ago, when I was trying to engage my teenage son in a mother/son activity, I proposed that we do it big on Halloween and decorate, dress in costume, and hand out the candy. My son agreed and I went into planning mode. I bought decorations to make the front porch spooky - lots of spider webbing, spooky music, pumpkins, black cats, and other decorations. I put together an "Elvira the vampire woman" costume - - long black wig, leotards, cape, fang teeth, high heels, make-up. On the afternoon of Halloween I began decorating. I saw my son head out the door and I said "hey, give me some help so we'll be ready by dark". He replied, "no, I've decided to go to a party down the street". I was heartbroken, but persevered in making a spooky place for the neighborhood kids. I got in my costume, put the candy in a bowl, and sat in an old camping chair on the front porch. Most of the little kids cried and wouldn't come near me. I sat there feeling alone and sad, when I heard "ripppppp", - the webbing on the camp chair had ripped and I went bottom first onto the concrete. I'm now entangled in the metal frame of the chair and I was rolling around on porch.
The bowl of candy had flown in all directions and I was stuck in the chair. After screaming for help my former husband came out on the porch and looked at me in disbelief. Then he started to laugh (that was his first mistake). After extracting me from the chair frame, I cleaned up the porch, turned off the light, turned off the spooky music and went to bed. Halloween has never been very much fun since that night.