OT: Evil childhood Halloween prank thread

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The night of Oct. 30 is known by many names. "Witches Night", "Doorbell Night". For some reason, if someone aggrieved us as a child, we'd vow to get them back on "Doorbell Night." This involved ringing the doorbell and running away. Perhaps soaping a window or two. Not at random. Just people who hated us kids.

But what creative pranks do you remember with a smile, years later?

I'm just going to assume everyone here has blown up a mailbox or two.

A good one involved cutting off the top of a milk carton, filling it with a liquid :foot: :D :eek: :eek: :eek:. You'd quietly open the screen door of the mark's house, lean this container against the wooden door, close the screen door carefully, and ring the doorbell. Vigourously. And run like he__.

When the person opened the door, the container would spill all over their feet. This actually works, but be prepared to be chased. By a much older teenager prepared to kick an evil kid's butt.

Then there was the chemistry set. Two chemicals, when mixed made a powerful staining blue dye. Naturally, we put the chemicals into balloons and filled them with water. Voila, dye bombs.

Any other creative/evil pranksters out there?


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I hate to admit it but there was the dog t^rd placed in the sack soaked with lighter fluid. Light sack, ring doorbell, run like h3ll and listen for the shriek when sack was stomped. I regret the stunt now but he was an evil old guy.

Ice
 
Lest us not forget the revenge of the old people. My grandfather used to really freak some trick or treaters out when I was a kid. My grandparents live in town on main street. Lots of kids and you never want to put anything nice out unless you want it to be stolen or destroyed.
Every year about 2 weeks before Halloween. My grandfather put out a pair of jeans and an old shirt stuffed with newspaper. Then he'd stuff a rubber mask with said paper and leave it sitting in a chair by the front stoop. Of course, the bastard children of the neighborhood would knock over the old scarecrow about 4 times a week. Grandpa would pick him up, restuff him, and place his head back on his crinkly shoulders.
On halloween night my grandpa would put on the suit, sit very still, and leave a bowl of candy at his feet. Of course we all know what happens next. He would jump up and scare the bejezus out of the kids. HOWEVER, he's a smart old guy. He would wait for his prime target as he knew that he could only jump out once before the joke was ruined. Instead, he would let the kids come and get their candy. They would approach cautiously. They KNEW it HAD to be a trick. Once they were fairly sure the still figure was not a person dressed up to scare them. They would reach down and gingerly take some candy. Then, a small creaking high pitched voice would whisper from the mask. "Hey, don't take my candy." They'd look up, then reach for the candy again.. "Hey, I said that's MY candy." They'd look up and the head would slightly twist and tilt at an angle. Wide eyed they'd look with fear. Then a good hard, but not loud, "BOO!" would come out from the head. Said kid freaks out and runs...but the surprise is not ruined.
No, Grandpa would wait for the cockiest must destructive pre-teenager to come along and try to rough up the dummy. He could always tell. Little punk goes to knock over the scarecrow that he has been abusing for two weeks, but is met with a "RAHHH!!" as the dummy springs to life and cackles moving stiffly and possessed by some demon from hell bringing him his just desserts.


Jake
 
O,kay around here its called mat night with obvious results . Local youths would remove mats form in front of peoples doors .Of course there is the dog feces in the burning paper bag trick , toilet papering peoples homes and water bombing other local youths out doing the same as we .(The hunters becoming the hunted ! )(did I mention there was a rotten egg in the water baloon?) . Now this one works best in apartment buildings with opposing entrance doorways . You tie a rope to both door handles with just enough slack for one door to halfway open . You then knock on both doors hard and stand back a little ways . Both homeowners will hurry to their door to answer the insistent knock . One will get their first and only be able to open their door partially due to the rope . While they are struggling with their door the other homeowner arrives at the door and attempts to open their door . If you are lucky the second door opening will pull the door out of the first openers hands and the fun begins in the ensuing tug of war between the two door openers . This is usually accompanied by a lot of un-gentleman like behavior . And then there is the one involving vaseline and clotheslines ..... OOPS You guys are going to start thinking I mispent my youth !
 
As a child on Otis Air National Guard Base, I very clearly remember blowing up jack 'o lanterns and mailboxes, hurling trashcans (both empty and full), attacking random passersby with socks full of flour, and mooning (and egging) the DoD police. We had a particular hatred for jack 'o lanterns that were lit by chemlights instead of candles since we couldn't throw gasoline on them and expect them to explode; instead, we'd cut up the chemlights and leave interesting artworks in equally interesting places. We even tried burning bags of dog poop on the front porch a few times. (Most folks were keen to this and wouldn't stomp it out, so we escalated by hurling them at their cars.) But the worst of our little games by far was the "Ichabod Crane."

What you did was, you selected a jack 'o lantern from the front of the victim's house; it had to be small enough to throw. (Cue ominous music.) You posted in front of the victim's door, twenty feet away or so, with a clear line of fire. When ready, you signalled your partner; he'd move up, ring the doorbell or knock, and vacate the area on the double. The victim opens the door, you scream "ICHABOD CRANE MOTHERF***ER!" or something similar, and fire away, thereby bombarding them with their own pumpkin. It must get through the door to count.

How a man reacts to the Ichabod Crane is a good way to judge is character. I remember one guy slamming the door before the incoming pumpkin struck, another guy cleverly ducking the missile (and the noises it made as it landed in his kitchen) - only a few people were ever hit and they were typically the ones that gave the best chase. If your partner was on the ball he'd preposition a trashcan or something (skateboards and bicycles were popular and readily available, but bags of doog poop were by far the funniest) in front of the door as a delaying tactic. (The results were sometimes funnier than the actual Ichabod Cranes were.)

I was an awful, awful little monster when I was younger.

I'm too far off the beaten path these days for the trick or treaters to bother with me; they typically stay in the more profitable areas downtown. This is probably a good thing.
 
Speaking as an "evil old guy" there are 3 reasons why the local kids will not pull this stunt on me.
1) they saw me trimming the trees with 20" ww11
2) they think I may be a cop, becuase I ride a BMW100RT
3) they think I may have gang connections because my mate rides up when his wife beats on him, on an old Harley...

psychological warfare works!! :D

Edited for the giggle.. TeeHee
 
Gosh, I was a good kid...

I would bemoan my misspent youth, but I hear karma's a bitch.

John
 
last year on what we call "Mischief Night" we got a bunch of our crew together (probably 14 of us) and we all had bats, golf clubs, and other things to break halloween decorations with, but when we were waiting for a friend in front of another friends house the cops were called on us for being too loud i guess and to make a long story short they searched the cars and took away the bats, clubs, etc... but we made up for it on halloween night :D
 
We turned over lots of outhouses, one with an old lady in it. Don't know why she didn't say anything before hand as we would've all ran like hell. As it was we had to go back and turn it over off the door so she could get out.

Edit:
I had a long list of other crap we did but decided not to write it down just in case some kids read this and decide to pull some of the same stunts.
Needless to say we needed our asses whipped and grounded for a couple of months or so.:(

Damned kids can think of enough mischief to get into on Halloween night without me adding to the list.;)
 
Yvsa said:
We turned over lots of outhouses, ...
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My late uncle used to do the same thing, back in Missouri. Until the night one old guy moved his outhouse over about 6 feet. It was a memorable experience for my uncle...
 
Never turned over an actual outhouse, but I did my share of sh!tter tipping back in my youth. During my high school days, there wasn't a safe honeybucket in all of Kitsap County.

The only time that we ever rolled an occupied one was (of all places) at a Boy Scouts camping event. The guy inside deserved it.

We rolled them down hills, threw them off piers, and even (on occasion) dragged them out in the middle of the road and rammed them with our vehicles. We got a little out of control sometimes but it was good harmless fun I suppose. Despite our errant ways, most of us turned out okay in the end.

The funniest tipping incident that I can recall went like this: my crew and I were passing through a construction site on Bainbridge Island one night and something caught our eye. On the very crest of a steep, tall hill was a small wooden shack. It looked very much like an outhouse.

"We've got an honest-to-goodness outhouse here," I said to myself, "and I'm going to tip it." I bailed out of the truck, lowered my shoulder, and hit the structure at a full gallop. I might as well have run into a concrete pillar. My shoulder made some odd cracking and popping noises and I bounced off the side like a raquet ball, landing in a semiconscious heap. When I regained my senses I was angry. This thing had to tip.

"Help me!" I shouted, straining with the structure. One after the other the boys came to my assistance. Some of these guys were pretty big but we weren't making any progress. When we finally had six guys on the shed it slowly tipped over, rolling down the hill and disintegrating as it went.

It had been a tool shed for the construction company. :eek:

My shoulder still aches when it's cold out. :)

Every so often, when it's dark, there's no one around, and I see a portable toilet, my pulse rate increases a bit as I think of the old days. I'm reformed, but not repentant.
 
Speaking as a very recent High School Grad, I believe it's harder to be a mischievous kid nowadays.

For instance, the Homecoming Toilet-paper antics (TPing) have been severely curtailed by a joint effort by school administrators and police. The cops are now pressing charges for toilet-paper bombardments on their own, whether or not the landowner wants to or not. The High School now has high-definition night vision cameras around the perimiter, and is guarded on Homecoming week.

I hear the stories of everybody's youthful antics compared to the strictly controlled system of today, and wonder if the modern system lacks a crucial element: letting kids be kids. TP may not look great, but it goes away. It doesn't need to be on a kid's record, especially if he plastered his friend's house out of mutual affection.

Of course, there's always a way... And I am unrepentant. I guess that kids will have fun, even if the risk is a little greater. :D

Nam
 
When I graduated high school, we took a caravan of pickup trucks through the fence surrounding the football field and spent the next half hour tearing things up. This was not unusual in North Kitsap; the reason they'd put the fence up in the first place was to prevent pickup trucks from tearing up the ball field. They had a pretty good idea of who was responsible but nothing was ever done. They were just happy that we were leaving, I guess.

My brother nearly lost his appointment to the USCG academy due to his MVP status in the Long Valley Mailbox Baseball League. It might be a family thing.
 
having two very large dogs, for some reason our house was immune (for a very long time) from minor shed theft and punk pranks.
 
Hmm, guess I was restricted a bit too much! Never got into too many pranks. Halloween in my neighborhood consisted of older kids dropping M80's into our candy bags and blowing the bottoms out of them, whereby they could scoop up all the candy.

I fondly remember 17 and 18 year old kids with duffel bags loaded with pounds of candy which they loaded into the trunks of their cars. I usually objected to this somewhat vehemently, and so had the living $jit pounded out of me, and then egged for good measure. Ah, the joys of childhood!

After a few years of getting assaulted, I usually elected to stay home and do homework and miss all the fun and games on the street. Besides, someone had to stay home with a gun and guard the car, and make sure none of the family pets were murdered. (Their favorite pastime was inserting firecrackers up the rectum of my cats, and blowing their intestines out. What fun! They cat would never die outright but would just shriek in agony for quite a while. But they were just poor disadvantaged Chicano youths after all; not their fault.)

My sister didn't go trick or treating past the age of about 5 or 6 just because of this. One year my Dad escorted us up and down the street wearing his cowboy hat and carrying a Winchester pump gun, and everyone laughed at the getup. If they only knew my Dad they wouldn't have been laughing; the gun was loaded. We actually got candy that year...
 
Minneapolis Minnesota was one of the most generous cities when Halloween came around. I had a half of grocery bag full of candy and only went about five blocks!!!! :eek: :thumbup:
I never will forget about one house I went to and knocked on the door. I waited and waited and no one came.
The idea then was to use a bar of soap and mark up the windows or screens as it would, supposedly, wash off easily.
When I finally gave up that no one was coming I soaped the old ladies screen door quite well.
Then as I turned and left and got about half way to the street the door opened.
The little old lady called me back and loaded me down with candy and goodies. I felt so bad.

Didn't stop me in later years though because it wasn't the amount of candy that you could get but what you could do and not get caught.:rolleyes: :(

Just to give y'all an example one year's plans involved about a 1/3rd or 1/4th stick of dynamite and a cherry bomb to set it off with.
I "borrowed" the old sweaty dynamite out of my uncle Bud's outhouse.:rolleyes: :foot:
Fortunately when we got to the well built and extremely strong outhouse that belonged to the local drugstore it was gone.
Some of the kids from North Turley "borrowed" a wrecker and moved the outhouse to the wrecker yard.
We all knew who did it but they were never caught.
 
1. Wait for unsaved children to come to your door and hurl a bucket full of warm lamb's blood (goat or dog blood can be substituted later in the night if you run out) all over their hair and faces. Shout - "I plead the power of the Blood of the Perfect Lamb over you! Take that! FOUL DEMON!"
 
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