I was Hel, the Norse Pagan goddess, which of course nobody got. But the one group of people who did cheered and gave me uber candy.
I bitched about the lack of the supercool haunted house that's usually at an Episcopalian church.
Went to my friends' house. Watched the House on Haunted Hill (1999 with Geoffrey Rush). It's gorey and creepy. Went to the metal music channel on their tv, which usually has shitty numetal, but I caught the end of I, Voyager.
Then we talked about armadillos and went to sleep at around 4.