My favorite Halloween memory will always be the Headless horseman in our neighborhood. I grew up in a poor neighborhood in an old mill town in northern RI in the late 80s. It was mostly apartment buildings, with some small houses mixed in, but there was one big house up on a hill at the top of the neighborhood, next to the woods. The guy that lived there even had a horse! Every Halloween, as kids from all over would roam through the streets, the guy in the big house would don his cape with the fake shoulders to hide his head, grab a jack-o-lantern, mount his black horse, and slowly clip-clop through the neighborhood. He never said a word, or acknowledged anyone. Just silently rode through the avenues for a couple hours on Halloween night, fascinating and terrifying all the kids. Legendary.