I didn't need a holiday as an excuse to scare little children.When I had a room in the upper-level of my house,my siblings would always have their little friends over and they'd all walk past my room and,by chance,peer in and see me-lying on my bed like I'm dead or stoned,loud music blarring from my speakers,my bedroom walls plastered w/posters.And then when they saw me walking around the house-the same stoned zombie look going,wearing all black and having forgotten to brush my really long brown hair...I scared the hell outta them!But I live in the lower level of my house now,so all of those little children no longer know me as "Stephanie and Ethan's really weird older sister",but "that girl(or monster,depending on which obnoxious child it happens to be)who lives in the basement."And I'm not so much into scaring little children as I am into scaring ppl my age,bwahahahaha.