When I became the white woman falling in horror flicks

Three times I freaked myself out in real life — Halloween and beyond

I’ve been decorating for Halloween as soon as I could walk. Those Halloween pillows have lasted me more than a decade too. (Photo credit: Shamontiel L. Vaughn)

You knew my childhood home on Halloween when you saw it. It was the kind of house that looked like the Conners (before Roseanne became magically racist from Ambien). There was the stuffed man who sat on the front porch with a Jason mask. There were the orange…