10-31-2002, 05:40 PM
When I was twelve, my parents through this huge Halloween bash for some of our relatives and family friends. To keep us occupied so they could get absolutely obliterated, as most of their parties went, they put up the tent in the backyard and sent all of us kids out there to hang out. Anyway, my brother and I started to tell this story about the real life murder-suicide that happened next door decades ago, but leaving out the part about the guy's suicide. We told them that he had gotten arrested all those many years ago and had escaped. The cops had come door-to-door to let us in the neighborhood know that he might come back to his old home and that we should be constantly aware of strangers in the neighborhood matching his description. We go on and on in detail about this murder and how he had stabbed his mother with a huge kitchen knife which was never recovered. The kids in the tent were getting consistently uneasy and wanted to get out of the tent and go back inside. Just as they were getting up to unzip the tent and leave, my brother who is outside the tent turns on this bright flashlight and shines it at the tent. Standing in front of it he waves a kitchen knife and casts this menacing silhouette that can be seen from the inside of the tent. Everyone starts freaking out and screaming and trying to literally claw through the rear of the tent where the wasn't an exit. It was great. Naturally, everyone from the party came running out when they heard the screams and we were grounded for the rest of the week, but it was so worth it.