[Jughead P. Jones]

Living in an apartment, my decorating skills are limited to a plastic pumpkin head hanging on my front door.

When we lived in a residential neighbourhood with a lot of kids, we used to go all out for Hallowe'en decorating.

Hallowe'en 1991 (when I was 10) was a memorable year for instance, (though it was a bittersweet one that year, as my grandmother passed away on October 29 of that year). Anyway, at the time, our house was in desperate need of new siding (which we installed the following year), and the tree in our front yard had, well...died. (which we got cut down shortly after that)

As a result, our house just happened to look...well...haunted. And, we used that to our advantage.

We painted murals on all the windows of our house, we hung stuffed corpses (made out of a jumpsuit and that foam that you use to put down on mattresses to make them softer) in the dead tree along with bats and ghosts made from garbage bags. And, just so the kiddies weren't too afraid, we turned on our white Christmas lights so that our place was well-lit.

It turned out incredibly well, and we had the most kids stop by that year than any other.