Ugh. I hate Halloween fad costumes due to some permanent psychological scarring I suffered as a teenager. I grew up not on a farm, but surrounded by farm. Which meant that walking home there were no streetlights, so the journey would be made in almost total darkness and silence. So one year (I assume I must have been around 14 or 15) I just completely forgot about Halloween and I was walking home from wherever I had been when I heard footsteps behind me. Because it’s so quiet, someone treading lightly 30 feet behind you sounds as if you are about to get trampled by a horse. This person was much closer than 30 feet. So I turn around and there is a guy dressed as The Crow literally about two feet behind me. I just about shit my pants. The guy wasn’t up to anything sinister, he was just drunk and walking home and I didn’t hear him trying to overtake me for whatever reason. But yeah, when it’s that dark all you see is the white face paint. Right behind you in the middle of nowhere. When you didn’t even know it was Halloween. Yeah.