Something wicked this way comes

Halloween is an odd occasion. As a child we are the enemy, banging on strangers doors and rousing them from their films, dinners, massively multiplayer online roll playing games and the like. Into our adult years we are the oppressed, fearing eggy reprisals and annoying interruptions to our evening routine. As a parent, we actively recruit our children into the enemy ranks, paying for their uniforms, advising on tactics and, more likely than not, providing logistical support.

But is it frightening?

Diamond Geezer suggests that we adults are far more frightened about the whole thing than any of the children are.

I suspect he is right.