My Favorite Halloween Memory

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My Favorite Halloween Memory

Erin Bishoff

Erin Bishoff

Erin Bishoff

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My greatest memory on Halloween so far was not dressing up, going trick-or-treating, or anything like that. My favorite Halloween memory was in 2015, a year where the KSHSAA Cross Country State Championship fell on the same day as Halloween.

It was my freshman year, the first time I ever got to experience a high school state cross country meet. Being at the meet with our team and the fun of it overall was one of my greatest memories. The meet was held at Rim Rock, Kansas University’s cross country course in Lawrence. It’s a memory I will always have.

By Alexander Walters


On October 31, 2015, Riley Titus and I had a halloween party. Before I got there, Riley started making her pasture into a haunted maze, and we walked through it. We started a fire when it got dark, then walked through the pasture. There was a bat hanging in the tree, spider webs on the bushes, and a bloody baby. Riley’s horse Rosebud chased us, so we ran. One boy got so scared he cried. Friends Kaiti and Grace went to the pasture with us and never came back. We found them an hour later hiding in the tall grass.

By Baylee Weidner


My favorite Halloween was last year. I met up with some friends at the haunted house on 11th Street. The only thing that scared me was when my hand brushed a stuffed cat and I jumped a mile. After the haunted house we decided to go meet up with more friends and on the way there we found a grey kitten wandering around. It looked lost. The girls carried it with them for the night before we convinced them to put it back where they found it. We then trusted one of the girls to guide us to the next haunted house. We found ourselves seven blocks the other direction.

By Jackson Murphy


When I was little, before I stopped trick-or-treating, either of my parents would take my sister and me around the neighborhood. One year, my dad let his friend from work and his older daughter take us. We got to do whatever we wanted and enjoyed ourselves. She even helped us get double the candy from some houses. After years of sticking by the side of my parents, it was nice to be free and go wherever and do whatever I wanted. We didn’t stay out too late, but we got a significant amount of candy.  

By James “Wyatt” Harris


We gathered the “scary” things we had: a bloody baby doll with one leg, rats, spiders, and spider webs that covered the paths. After Baylee Weidner and I spread everything throughout my pasture, our friends arrived. While taking our first victims through the maze, a white horse came at us and one boy ran away crying. At the baby they all shrieked and screamed. We realized that we were missing two people. We searched everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found. By the end of the night everyone was filled with fear and anxiety of where they could be.

By Riley Titus


I went to Eisenhower Elementary, which meant we had a Halloween parade. The Halloween parade was where all of the fifth graders had a costume contest, and all the kindergartners went to Ottawa Retirement Plaza. The reason this memory is so special to me is because I had a blue witch costume; the only problem was I couldn’t get it on and off, because it was so hard. I have no idea why it’s so memorable.

By Virginia Riri


My best friend and I dressed up as skeletons when we were in fifth grade. We tried to surprise each other on what we were going to dress up as. When we dressed up for the school Halloween party,  we were surprised to see that we were dressed up as the exact same thing. We could be twins if it wasn’t for me being shorter. Later, my mom broke glow sticks and rubbed them on the bones of our costumes to make them glow for later that night.

By Zoey Conner


If you’re still reading, you might be in for a treat. The first 50 people who stop by Kara Lynch’s classroom, C120, today get dibs on the candy. Just let me know that you read this message!

By Kara Lynch