Halloween is the Worst

Megan Chang, Staff Writer

There’s a house located at the end of our street. It’s obvious that the family living there is a huge fan of Halloween. They have fake cobwebs strewn across their front gate, abnormally large spiders hanging from trees, a few randomly placed gravestones, and, for some added class, amputated arms hanging from their fence. And of course, the ghost. It’s a pretty small ghost, nothing too threatening about it. It has a skull for a head and torn white cloths serving as some sort of long dress. And it’s hanging from a tiny tree in the front yard with its two bony arms chained together. But every time we drive by this fake ghost, my little four year-old brother starts covering his eyes in fear and urging us to drive pass quickly so he doesn’t have to see the creature. Every day this happens, and every day I’m reminded of why I absolutely hate Halloween.

So let’s start with the obvious reason why I hate Halloween: because it’s scary. You drive past houses with creepy skeletons climbing house walls and jack-o-lanterns with the most demented faces. Witches with green faces beckon you to come get some candy when in any other situation, getting candy from a witch’s house would be a pretty horrible idea. On Halloween night, sweaty fathers hide in wooden coffins placed strategically in the front lawn in order to scare innocent children. One year, a kid in a bloody mask chased me and my friend down the street. Yeah, sounds like fun.

Okay, I get it, some people actually enjoy being terrorized. Some people live for that time of the year when they get to go to Fright Fest and be scared to death. Some people would actually pay good money to go to the theater and watch the newest Insidious movie filled with supernatural beings. Me? I’m not that person. And I know that a good number of people aren’t into all of this scary business either.

That’s the thing about Halloween. There’s no escaping it. It’s everywhere including the commercials, stores, home decorations, and even on a whole night devoted to it. People are forced to take part in the “celebration” by passing out candy to grubby little children and even teens that don’t even pretend like they tried to dress up.  The few brave parents that decide to not pass out candy on Halloween night fear that their houses will get egged. Does this even make sense? Would we even dare to go around egging people’s houses if they don’t have a feast laid out on Thanksgiving Day or a tall tree crammed in their living room for Christmas? If I don’t feel like passing out candy this year, I should feel comfortable with my decision and not be worried that some random strangers will egg my house when there’s about fifty other houses in the vicinity that pass out candy just fine.

This brings me to my next point. Halloween essentially brings out the worst qualities in people and celebrates them. Selfishness? Check that off the list. Little children whine and groan if they don’t get the candy that they want. Inconsideration? Got that too with the random strangers scaring me when that’s the last thing that I want. Trickery? Oh yes definitely. Even the iconic words “trick-or-treat” are essentially a threat for candy.

If I had to choose the best feature of Halloween, I would have to say that it’s the costumes. I actually enjoy seeing adorable elementary school girls dressed as Elsa from Frozen, although I saw about ten of those last year. But even the costumes for Halloween have taken a dark turn. Teenagers especially are pressured by their peers to wear sexualized costumes. What happened to just having a funny or clever costume? Also, sometimes costume ideas can be taken too far and get offensive. For example, last year there was the Ebola nurse costume that sparked controversy.

Honestly, Halloween has the potential to be a pretty awesome holiday. I mean, free candy is never a bad thing. But when people take things to the point where I can’t even go out on Halloween night without being scared that someone (or something) will pop out at me, then I think that it’s gone too far.