I walked into a Spirit Halloween store the other day with my 18-year-old son, and for a moment, I thought I’d accidentally wandered into the set of a horror movie. Chainsaws buzzing, clowns with dripping teeth, bloodied dolls that scream when you pass by. It was like a haunted house had exploded and someone decided to sell tickets.
Now don’t get me wrong, I understand that Halloween has always had its spooky side. A good jump scare, a creepy decoration, or a clever costume that makes you look twice? That’s all part of the fun. But something feels different lately. Darker. Gorier. Louder. It’s as if the entire holiday has shifted from “boo!” to “blood!”
I looked around at the costumes, rows and rows of zombies, slashers, and vampires with missing faces. I realized that more and more, Halloween seems aimed at adults trying to outdo each other in shock value. What used to be playful is now often extreme. It’s no longer about pretending, it’s about pushing limits. And standing there between the fake severed limbs and fog machines, I couldn’t help but think, When did we lose the happy in Halloween?
I get it. We live in a world of constant competition. Every social media post has to be “next level.” Every event has to “top” the last one. Halloween has become another stage for that competitive creativity. It all has to be bigger, darker, scarier. Add in decades of horror films, survival video games, and streaming marathons of fear, and our cultural tolerance for the gruesome has gone way up. What once would have sent us running for the light switch is now considered “cute.”
I can appreciate the artistry, truly. Some of those special effects are impressive. But I miss when Halloween was more about imagination than intimidation. When creativity didn’t require carnage. I remember my Mom using a white sheet, cutting eye holes, and calling me a ghost. That was once good enough, but not anymore.
Call me old school, but I remember simpler times. The excitement of carving pumpkins, lighting the candle inside, and watching it glow through the jagged grin. The smell of popcorn balls and caramel apples. The thrill of walking the neighborhood in a homemade costume with a pillowcase for candy. Those were the days! We didn’t have 12-foot skeletons or laser fog machines. We maybe had flashlights, some creativity, and the occasional sheet that tripped us up when the eye holes didn’t line up. And yet, those nights felt magical.
I understand the world has changed. Safety and hygiene matter, and the days of dunking our heads into a communal tub of apples are long gone, probably for good reason. So maybe we switch the “bobbing” to apples hung on strings. Maybe we keep the sealed candy instead of the homemade treats. Fine. But the spirit (no pun intended) doesn’t have to disappear. Halloween doesn’t have to be sanitized of fun or overrun with gore. It just needs a little recalibration. So here’s my plea: less ghosts and more Ghostbusters. Less Jason and Michael Myers, more Mary Poppins and Scooby-Doo. Let’s bring back the laughter, the cleverness, the joy.
There’s something beautiful about watching a little kid proudly wear a costume made out of cardboard and duct tape. Or a family that coordinates costumes and walks through the neighborhood together. Or a teacher who shows up to school dressed as Ms. Frizzle, The Cat in the Hat, or Waldo. That’s the kind of creativity that connects, not repels. Halloween doesn’t have to make us flinch to make it fun. It just has to make us feel.
Here’s what I think: Halloween, like anything else in life, reflects what we choose to see. If we focus on the fear, that’s what we’ll find. But if we focus on the community, the laughter, the imagination, it becomes something worth celebrating. It’s the same idea I talked about in my “Yellow Car Syndrome” reflection a week ago. What you look for, you see more of. If you look for darkness, you’ll find it everywhere. If you look for light, you’ll start to notice it in the smallest glow sticks and pumpkin lights on porches. The good old-fashioned Halloween I miss isn’t gone. It’s just waiting to be noticed again. It is in the joy of a child shouting “trick or treat!”, in the neighbors gathered at the end of the driveway, in the shared smiles behind every silly costume. So yes, call me old school. I’ll own it proudly. I like my Halloween with laughter instead of screams. I’ll take the Ghostbusters over the gory ghosts any day. And maybe this year, that’s what we can all aim for. Turn down the volume on the horror. Turn up the creativity, the nostalgia, the connection. It’s not about being naïve, it’s about remembering that joy and fright don’t have to be on opposite sides. Kenny Chesney was right in another way: Happy is as happy does. And maybe, just maybe, Halloween can be that too.
Because if life is 10% what happens and 90% how we react, then Halloween is the same. We can react with fear, or we can choose fun. We can decorate with doom, or with delight. So this year, I’m choosing happy. I’m choosing candy corn and cardboard ghosts. I’m choosing to smile when the porch light flicks on and to remember the simple magic that started it all. Happy Halloween, and may your night be more treat than trick. (cue Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt Kickers - Monster Mash).
Until next time...






