Mine happened by accident, I just wanted something to wear at the front door as I handed out candy. I didn't even go trick or treating.
I had dragged the stereo speakers near the front windows, and was playing some scary music from a tape I had dubbed, some of it my own recordings at the piano and organ.
I had some dim & spooky lights outside and inside the front door, a smoking cauldron, that sort of thing. At the last minute I rummaged around and found some black bed sheets I threw over me, that I could barely see through.
As I'd answer the front door I'd left open I glided forward silently in stocking feet, my hands hidden in the fabric, almost like a statue on wheels, saying nothing. But the result was not good: children kept screaming and running away in terror! And I wasn't even covered in blood, or headless, or anything hideous like that.
I looked a lot like this Monty Python scene about the Grim Reaper, which is kinda funny in its own right:
I was the Gay Biker Fairy, with somewhat less lethal wings than yours. My poor Harley jacket was so disgraced, adorned with white lace, as well. But not so much scary as profoundly disturbing, sorta Marlon Brando in the Wild Ones meets Rocky Horror Picture Show.
My scariest was probably the Dementor costume I made 5 years ago, which also would have worked as a Death costume. The key feature of it was a thin piece of black cloth stretched across the face opening of the hood, so that my facial features were undetectable but I could still see through it. It really creeped a number of people out that they were completely unable to make eye contact with me while I was wearing it, nor even know for sure whether they were looking at the right part of my face for my eyes.
I also wore it during the day for Halloween, and at one meeting a friend of mine was scanning the room for who was there and startled when she came to me. Her actually jumping partly out of her seat as her hand flew up to her mouth was great. The only downside was having to structure my week so I didn't have to do any lab work that day. Bunsen burners and long loose sleeves are not a good mix.
MSUBioNerd said...The key feature of it was a thin piece of black cloth stretched across the face opening of the hood, so that my facial features were undetectable but I could still see through it. It really creeped a number of people out that they were completely unable to make eye contact with me while I was wearing it, nor even know for sure whether they were looking at the right part of my face for my eyes...
That's what happened when my mother created an old lady's costume for me when I was 13 for a school party. The hat had a big brim, around which was a heavy black veil gathered around my neck. Not scary, but highly weird.
My classmates didn't know who I was at first, the high heels giving me a few inches of atypical height. An odd feeling that I could see them, but they couldn't see me well enough to recognize me, additionally helped by the makeup my mother put on me.
I still wonder why she proposed that costume for me, as I later learned my parents knew I was gay before I did, and tried to have me "cured." I can't remember the sequence, if that Halloween was before or after the gay treatments they put me through. Maybe by then they'd given up, and accepted that gay was the way I'd always be.