As Scott informed you yesterday morning, Cinematical is stacking the month with tons of Halloween-related content. Every day, for the next 30 days, we'll be shoveling out all kinds of scary goodies -- including a daily Cinematical Seven and Retro Cinema, as well as a very cool contest (which we'll announce later today) and a bunch of other stuff. For those of you too old to go Trick-or-Treating, you'll want to stop by Cinematical every day this month for more scary movie-related snacks than you know what to do with. Trust me, if you're not a big horror fan, by the end of this month you'll walk away with a new appreciation for the genre Hollywood wants to hide under a PG-13 rating. That said, all this October talk brought back memories of my favorite movie-related Halloween growing up.

I was about 17-years-old, and the kind of guy girls wanted to be just friends with. I was stuck at that in-between stage -- where you're too old to go Trick-or-Treating, and too lame to attend a major Halloween house party. Mom was making cupcakes, and I was in charge of giving out miniature candy bars to the three kids who came knocking on our door throughout the night. To make matters even worse, right after tending to the first trick-or-treater, I noticed that my car -- the vehicle I had just obtained a few months earlier -- was covered in eggs. Nice.

Immediately afterwards, I received a phone call from my high school crush (and best friend, of course) -- she said she was sorry about my car, and that she told Craig not to do it. First he tries to date my high school crush, and then he eggs my car. Craig! That bastard! I was stuck inside one of those cheesy 80's teen flicks, and there was no escaping. Craig and his buddy were currently hanging with my crush and her friends in the schoolyard near my house, and I was outside, on my knees, cleaning the egg off my car with paper towels that prominently featured witches and pumpkins. "Erik, it's another trick-or-treater -- can you grab the candy bars please!" Mom yelled. The kid was dressed as a Princess. I tossed a candy into her bag -- she looked up, smiled and said, "Thanks ... sucks about your car."

I was in hell.

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