My family has a history of having some wierd shit going down during Halloween.
Take, for example, October 24th, 2007. Literally a week before Halloween, my friends are over, we're hanging out, eating Chicken Parmesan with elbow noodles(yummeh). My sister's bf comes up the stairs, and he says, and I quote...
'Guys, there is a huge fucking coyote in your backyard! It actually chased me up to the porch!'
Naturally, I, my brother, and all of our friends are intrigued. So, my dad grabs his break-barrell shotgun(which he bought for just such an occaison), and we head outside. My brother is the last one out because he needs to grab his jacket. We're all standing in the yard, watching this HUGE dog digging through the garbage. My dad is lining it up in his aiming sight just as my brother is coming out. My brother gets one good look at the dog, and goes...
This startles the dog, and we all look at my brother. It turns out that the dog belongs to one of our neighbors, soe sort of shaman/pagan/wiccan guy. So, we go back upstairs to finish our food, and what do we se?
My two kittens are eating off of my friend Jeff's plate. He didn't even touch it, and half the chicken parmesan's gone, as are two thirds of the noodles. I don't believe it, and we all busst out laughing.
Any stories you wanna share?