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5 Spooktacular Activities to Scare your Guests on Halloween Night

“Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen. Voices whisper in the tree: Tonight is Halloween!”-Dexter Kozen

On a moonless night when the wolves started to cry, an old man carrying a sharpened saw hobbled towards the cemetery. He was disappointed because he didn’t get his Halloween ‘candy’…Oh my! That’s quite spooky!

Keep calm; you’ll hear such spine-tingling fables more often because Halloween is just a month away. You might have started noodling around activities for upcoming Halloween bash 2018. But if you want something out of the box, stay glued to this article until the end. We have compiled a list of horrifying activities that’ll surely leave your guests in chills and make you talk of the town.

Here are 5 spooktacular activities to scare your guests on Halloween night…

1. Say Hello to the Spirits

Remember those school days when you were intrigued by Coin Planchets and Ouija boards? Admit it or not, we all have tried calling ghosts and spirits using Ouija board. They never responded back was another side of the story. Well, if you want some thrill, give it a shot on Halloween night! Lit some White Dripless Candles, take out your Ouija boards, and say hello to your invisible ghosties hanging out in the home. Don’t get scared if they greet you back. H-A-H-A-H-A!

2. Share Scary Experiences

“And then I saw a creepy demon sitting on the ceiling fan drinking blood…!” You don’t need to wear weird costumes for freaking the hell out of your guests; scary stories would do the job. Never had such experience? Show some creativity and build up a ghoulish story. Switch off the lights of your room, ask your friends to make a circle, keep the Burton & Burton Lighted Skull Figurine in the center, and play terrifying music in the background to create gruesomeness. Once it’s done, show your story-telling skills. It will definitely raise the heartbeats even of the bravest of folks.

3. Play Pandora’s Box

Never heard of Pandora’s Box game? Well, we will explain it to you. So the game goes like this: You have to fill a few Empty Boxes with something unpleasant such as nasty worms or fake sticky eyeballs. That’s not it. Out of all the boxes, one would be filled with something pleasant such as chocolates. Distribute these boxes to your friends and ask them to touch the things they got in their box! It would be fun to capture their million dollar expressions. You can even keep gross-looking Halloween food items and ask them to eat! Ewww…!

4. Halloween Horror Movie Marathon

Nothing can be more dramatic and petrifying than watching back to back horror movies based on Halloween. Classics like - The Nightmare before Christmas, A Quiet Place, The Haunted Mansion, Hocus Pocus, Get Out, and Twitches are guaranteed to get you screaming all night. You can also ask your horror movie enthusiast pals to bring their favorites for multiplying the spookiness.

5. Dare to Enter the Graveyard

Take the Halloween horror to a new dimension by visiting a nearby Graveyard in the middle of the night. Most of the graveyards don’t allow visitors in the night as it might disturb the Halloween party of the dead world…Oops! Therefore, try mapping out the graveyards which allow visitors at night. If nothing works, adorn your home with Scary Halloween Stuff and throw a Graveyard theme shindig at home.

Conclusion

31st of October is around the corner. Get going with your pre-Halloween preparations. If you’re planning to buy best Halloween products for your Halloween Party 2018, do visit Lijo Décor, one of the most trustworthy online shopping destinations and get the most popular Halloween decor products at affordable prices in a hassle-free manner. You can further apply coupon code “Decor 15” to avail a discount of 15% on all the Halloween products with free shipping. We witch you a horrifying Halloween!

Source: http://blogs.lijodecor.com/special-occasions/5-spooktacular-activities-to-scare-your-guests-on-halloween-night/

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merelygifted · 6 years

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We had a blackout Wed night from 8.14pm until 11.14pm

Once 3 mins had passed, I grabbed one of the battery-powered wax 'candles' our pal Ms V gave us, lit it, n Mom got it. I headed up to the bathroom, n lit the other battery-powered one. A pr of wax-encrusted beer bottles (from th' last blackout) who live in my room were my next goal, which was easily achieved. One still had 1/2 hr's worth of stub in it, so I immediately lit that n easily renegotiated the stairs. The lit one got set down on the dining room table while I grabbed the candles. The actual candles.

Let me tell you about our actual candles.

They are godly. This is appropriate, as you shall see.

They come from Japan, in a fancy window'd box with lotus flowers on; I think there were 12. They were purchased at a Buddhist temple. They are fluted, very pretty, plain white, and dripless - seriously dripless. You hafta tilt/tip hell outta them before they'll drip.

They are not cheap. They are well worth the cost.

I dug up some chipped plates on which I set the bottles, thus avoiding the uber-rare drip.

I stuck a candle in the un-stubb'd bottle, n lit that one. It stayed in the kitchen, so the back of the house had a little light. I carried the stub back to the front door, and stuck a finger into the beer bottles ready for return, "looking" for one with a wider opening. When I located one, I looked at the label n earnestly n gratefully said, "God bless the Belgians." I took it out to the kitchen n easily en-candled it. That one n the stub wound up out in the living room, and the stub was replaced immediately after its demise. Mom got an actual candle too, one went on the table near me, and another on the table near the living room doors.

She actually had enuff light that she was able to continue doing the bills, and balanced our account.

The lights were on at the gas station on the next block, and the nearby main drag had light, but N of us it was dark, dark, dark.

Mom asked me whether I knew any ghost stories, while we sat in the candlelit living room, so I recounted one I'd recently told my BF. I found it in a Scholastic Book of ghost stories I'd had when I was a little kid. It is an old Russian tale.

A man [let's call him Illya] had returned to his home town, and while walking past a cemetery he realized not only that an old friend [we'll call him Alexei] was buried there, but this day was the anniversary of his passing. I cannot recall how long it had been since Alexei had died. Illya decided he would visit his friend's grave, and opened the intricate wrought iron gates, rather quickly locating Alexei's resting place.

Illya stood there, speaking quietly at the foot of the grave, as one does: a rather sweet monologue regarding their friendship, pleasant times spent together, and how much he missed him.

Much to his surprise, a door opened where once had been snow and the lawn at the foot of the tombstone. Alexei came up the stairs, looking quite well, and most pleasantly greeting Illya, calling him old nicknames. Our hero was in shock, but agreed to join Alexei when he was invited to pay him a brief visit, um, downstairs.

Alexei led the way down, and it seemed to Illya that a long time passed. They chatted cheerily enough during their descent, and the way was well- if invisibly lit, but Illya began having misgivings. They discussed matters of the living, Illya avoiding querying hs old friend about any current occupations.

Alexei gestured for Illya to take a chair when they at last reached the bottom, a brightly- and again invisibly lit, sparsely furnished room. Alexei went to a cupboard and produced an exotic-looking bottle, pottered around elsewhere in the cupboard, then produced a pair of ornate glasses. These he set on the table with a grin and a flourish before the thoroughly-freaked-out Illya.

"Let us have a drink, my dear old friend. You said earlier that you have missed me; I have missed you more than you can know! Join me!" he gently admonished Illya, and poured a generous amount of curious ruby-red liquor into the glasses before Illya could reply. His host then took the chair opposite him, and grinning more broadly, rasied his glass, drinking his friend's health. Alexei took a deep draught of the red liquid, and Illya sipped his. It was certainly quite warming; he'd been getting cold while the wind tugged his clothes....above ground. Illya felt himself shiver, though not because he was cold. He took a longer sip at his glass, and wanly smiled - Alexei was rather closely watching him.

"This is a very rare and ancient liquor," Alexei informed him, lifting and admiring the fancy crystal and electrum decanter. It might have had an even more ancient and occult use: it looked like it had once housed a Genie. "It is not easily come by; having an entire bottle of it is most fortunate. It is even more fortunate that I can share it with you! Here, finish that so that we may have another, my old friend!"

Illya shuddered as he gulped the remaining contents of his glass, and Alexei chuckled. "It is very strong!" he said, laughing, and filled Illya's glass. Alexei had entirely misinterpreted Illya's shudder, but our hero bravely raised his glass, and toasted their long friendship with a smile he did not feel. Alexei all but drained his glass, and Illya gulped two-thirds of his. A strange warming sensation rapidly spread through him, unlike that caused by any liquor he'd ever tried. He looked over at Alexei, who had begun to look vaguely sinister....or was it just an effect of the strange red liquor? His arms and legs felt warmer, then his hands, his feet, his face. He shrugged inside his coat and jacket, so they sat more loosely on him, and he tugged the knot of his tie. His high collar felt like it was choking him, and his head felt hot. He finished his drink with a gulp.

Alexei roared with laughter. "That's the way, dear old Illya!" He drained his own glass, and reached for the weird bottle. "Let's have another, shall we? We will never meet again, so let's continue enjoying our brief time together!"

Illya drew his glass back towards himself, shaking his overheated head. "I really should go - my family's been expecting me," but Alexei saw him waver, and pressed him.

"Oh, you'll see them soon enough!" Alexei smiled right into his face - and it seemed that an odd expression briefly shadowed the smile. "Was his face demonic for a moment?" wondered the bewildered, hot, and now supremely uncomfortable Illya. "Stay with me a short while longer and have another. This liquor really is too good, and too rare to pass up when a friend offers it!"

"I really must go," Illya rather unsteadily announced. "They are waiting for me - I am to be engaged - there is a dinner...." Alexei again pounced, and refilled his own glass.

"Ah! I offer you my sincerest congratulations! We must drink to your engagement! I would not hear of your leaving without a toast!" He took Illya's glass right out of his hand and filled it to the brim, almost spilling a few drops as he handed it back. "To the bride and groom!" Alexei thundered, raising his glass.

Illya wanted to scream, to shout, to dash the glass to the floor, to get up and rush up those endless stairs - to get back above ground! This was an accursed place, unfit for good, living people, instead made for the dead and the damned. He knew this now, he knew it in his very heart and soul. He realised the longer he remained, the more sullied he would be, so he shook himself back into his coat, though he felt as if he was on fire, and made sure his tie was straight.

He managed to smile as he lifted his glass to his host, seeing Alexei's now-burning eyes over the rim of his glass while the ruby liquid plunged, flaming, into his body.

Illya stood up, steadying himself with the back of the chair, as Alexei set down his own empty glass. "I really must go," he told Alexei, as firmly as he could. "It has been splendid seeing you, Alexei, and I wish I could stay, but..." He expected he'd have another argument on his hands, but this time Alexei allowed his departure, and bid his friend a fond farewell.

"I'm afraid I am unable to see you out, but go with my blessings, dear Illya." They shook hands, and Illya cast a last furtive glance at Alexei before he began the interminable climb back up, back up to the surface, the surface! and good, clean, living things!

Alexei sat at the table, pouring out more of that abominable ruby liquor. He sat facing away from him, but Illya saw his shadow.

It was not the shadow of Alexei, or of anything good, or clean, or living. Whatever it was, it deeply drank, and it chuckled to itself.

Illya's mad flight up those stairs to the surface! the surface! was the fastest he had ever travelled, he was convinced. He was certain no badly spooked nor brave horse had ever carried him so speedily as his legs now did.

He awoke to find himself covered with mould and damp and dust, lying on Alexei's grave, the chipped gravestone his headboard. It was barely dawn, his mouth and throat were parched, and his head and chest ached and throbbed. This was no ordinary hangover, and he was horrified by the thought of having missed his own engagement dinner. He rushed out of the unkempt graveyard, shivering as the ran through the open, sagging gates. He sped to the home of his future in-laws, but did not recognise the building. Confused, he spun around, realising he recognised none of the houses. He ran back to the corner and looked at the signs. This was the right street, but where was their home?

A strangely-dressed man came around the corner, and Illya asked after the family whom he sought. The man looked at Illya's clothes, and seemed almost equally confused. He did not know them. Illya asked him the date, and the man seemed put off by this. Illya somehow managed to reassure him, and asked again. The man told him, and it was indeed the next day. Then the man looked at Illya's clothes again, and told him the year.

Fully fifty years had passed with each drink he'd shared with the creature whom he'd thought his dear Alexei. One hundred and fifty years had come and gone while they drank.

Exactly three hours after the blackout began, the lights came back on: 11.14pm. Our candles had burned only halfway! I popped 'em back outta their bottles, wrapped 'em in kleenex to protect their wicks, n back into their box they went.

Never turn down an opportunity to own expensive-ass Japanese dripless candles. They may save your life.

#ghost stories #Percy #This is a true story.

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