On Monday night, I was home alone with the kids. Clark was at the walk-in doctor with an aching foot (turns out he's got a hairline fracture from running - so he's now wearing a fancy boot to work). It was around 8:30.
Macho came home from school with a nasty cough, runny nose and flushed cheeks and passed out out on his beanbag with all his clothes on - so he was already in bed.
That left me with the little missus working in the office.
When....
WHAM!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
There was the LOUDEST knock on our door.
Roxy started barking - I grabbed the baby and went to look out the window.
Nobody there...
At this point my heart rate has risen to a level that wouldn't be considered healthy and my hands are shaking as the first 15 minutes of the movie Law Abiding Citizen begins to play out inside my head.
I lock the deadbolt.
At this point - Macho is now awake and standing in the hallway.
I grab him and Roxy (already holding the baby) and we go into my bedroom and lock the door.
I call Clark on my cell phone to ask him how long/far away he is and that I'm FREAKING OUT!
He says he's about 10 min away and for me to call my neighbor to come check the outside of the house.
I do as he says.
About 3 minutes later as I'm watching out the bedroom window and see Dave come walking down the street - I exit the bedroom - and come unlock the front door as he approaches.
At my feet...
was an orange plastic bucket with about 15 or so pieces of Halloween candy inside and a note that read...
"You've been GHOSTED."
"Now it's your turn to ghost two other people in your neighborhood"
And left a series of instructions.

I think it's safe to say - I don't DO scary.
I haven't watched a scary movie since the 5th grade.
On the few occasions in my life where I had - I proceeded to insist my parents stand outside the bathroom for approximately 2 years every time I needed to take a shower.
No. I don't DO scary. AT. ALL.
Love the dressing up part and the candy part of Halloween -
but I'm. A. WEENIE. when it comes to the spookiness.
Here's the funny part of the story...
Clark walked in roughly 9 1/2 minutes later, and Macho went running toward the door yelling,
"Daddy! Daddy! There was a BANG and we got some candy! And we was FREAKING OUT!"
:)