Please come in...

Jason likes to get into the spirit of things at Halloween. He couldn't make up his mind about a costume this year, so he ended up with nothing and this was a huge disappointment to him. Refusing to be beaten, he got his mum to paint his face in a creepy fashion and popped his head out from behind the door when we answered it to guisers (Trick or Treaters to those of you from outside Scotland and those Scots too young to remember Halloween before the Americans ruined it for the rest of us). Having a six-year-old with a dead-looking face answer the door to you (a door that was covered in blood, adorned with tiny skeletons, and surrounded by freaky pumpkins) and asking you, in his creepiest and deepest voice, to "please come in" is a wee bit scary and it went down with the neighbours.

The only thing scarier than Jason was the 18+ year-old, six foot-odd, boy from down the street who comes to the door with his friends each year and is always dressed as a female character. Imagine a six foot tall, very heavy, Dorothy from the Wizrd of Oz and you are on the right track.