Halloween Scaries Return!

It’s that time. The big day is Tuesday and the community is awash with Jack-o-lanterns and candy. Last year I had a little fun with some local “scary” stories using Halloween as my jumping off point.

Columbia/HoCo Halloween. And Horrorshow

Let’s look at this year’s top six:

The People Who Don’t Value Libraries.

Discussions around the planned Downtown Library at the Columbia Lakefront brought out quite a number of folks who have no use for libraries other than downloading novels. This one honestly keeps me up at night.

The Time They Suggested Cutting Down the Time for Resident Speakout at CA Meetings.

How could they? Sure, hearing from residents in a public meeting takes up time. Imagine how efficient they’d be if they could just toss that portion of the meeting in the bin.

The Dreaded Onslaught of Teen Customers at the Mall.

In which the Mall management adds multiple levels of policing to deter the only people who think being at the mall is actually fun.

Moms4Liberty Comes to HoCo.

By far the scariest story of the year, no jokes about it.

The Bus Company That Ruined Everything.

If you had a bone to pick with student transportation in years past, you could never have imagined how much worse it could get. As a recipe for catastrophe it even surpassed that time the Maryland State Comptroller wanted to control the school calendar.

The CA Board that Ate the CEO

Just as scary as it sounds, and - - don’t forget - - it’s a part of a long-running series of similar titles, including The CA Board that Ran the CEO Out of Town, among others.

So, that’s a sampling of the scariest stories in town. I must say that one of last year’s stories, The People Who Might Move Into Your Neighborhood, is still making the rounds in some circles.

What makes your list for the scariest local stories this year? Answers can be light-hearted or serious, just not mean-spirited.

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