Our second choice was my parents' house, but again, the lack-o'-kiddies issue reared its ugly head and we were on to a search for site "C."

Just then, Bart's girlfriend Dana (a newly-minted lawyer) came to the rescue with an offer to use her parents' house, in a neighborhood populated almost exclusively by kiddies with nervous disorders. Ok, so I'm kidding about the last part, but as far as I know, several of them may have awakened the next morning to find they had developed one.

Our cast consisted of "T", Bart, Will, Jason, Da Schwartz, and myself. The support crew consisted of Dana, her parents, and my mom, who took over the care and feeding of the cast. We hung a very large black light over the door, for atmosphere. Then put a CD of scary sound effects, turned up to "11", in the garage.

We then built a dummy and placed it on a bench next to the front door. Will then put on a costume which covered every inch of visible skin and sat next to said dummy. The idea being, that without severe risk to life and limb, there was no possible way to tell which one was, in a manner of speaking, the dummy.

And, as if that wasn't enough, we didn't have no pansy mom, handing out candy for free at the door either. If you wanted candy, by cracky, you had to approach the dummy and reach into the bowl of goodies he was holding in his lap with his skeletal hands.

So, ya got yer candy, and you think hey, this was a breeze, now all I gotta do is walk back down the driveway, and I'm home free. Well, think again there Chester! Laaz and his "Fright Club" might just have a thing or two to say about that.

Wanna see the results?