My dad used to read to us before bed when we were little. This was his job when my mom went out somewhere. His favorite things to read to us were The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, and ghost stories from the Ozarks that were compiled by some historian. This made for a pleasant bed time of crying, nightmares, and some added chasing down the long dark hallway playing monster. Thanks Dad! (and you wonder why I'm afraid of ghosts still to this day)
That is why I don't like Halloween decorations. I don't find graveyards festive. No thanks. We wouldn't even go into my uncle's back room. Everyone knows it was haunted. Please. (Just ask Lisa.) Who wants to invite that craziness inside of your own home! Come on! Give me some festive pumpkins, gourds, Happy Harvest, but keep the gore to yourself, thank you very much.