I did this to my boyfriend's house my senior year in high school. We had so much fun with visitors...buhaha.
The whole front yard was a graveyard. The sign in the front told a funny little story about three of the graves and my friend Mikey's whose head ended up on the table on the front porch. One of the dead girls roamed around the front yard all evening, too.
Most of the headstones were funny names (Daniels, Jack...Oliver Clothesoff, etc.), but a few were serious. They were all made out of Styrofoam sheets that I melted, bonded and burned with embedded objects.
This one had a baby doll covered in cheesecloth and particle spray mounted to the top. I removed her eyes and put a red-filtered Maglight in her body so her eyes lit up red at night.
Here I am!
As trick or treaters walked up the sidewalk to wait in line to go up the stairs to the candy bowl, I laid really still.
Everyone thought I was filled with straw/fake, so at opportune moments, I would reach over and grab an ankle or two in the waiting line. I heard quite a few vulgarities that night.
The little girl in this picture HATED me. Her dad kept coaxing her & had no idea why she was having a fit. I reached back and grabbed his ankle about 2 minutes after this photo was taken. He screamed, kicked me in the back of the head and then apologized profusely.
Ane here's my friend, Mikey. There were two holes in the table. One for his head (obviously) and another for his hand. His hand came up through the table and was buried in the candy bowl. If I didn't get them near the stairs, he got them when they reached in the bowl. Poor kids (and parents)...