That was the image that greeted Trick-or-Treaters at my location. I never spoke and only communicated with slow, deliberate hand signs. I could tell you all kinds of funny stories about people almost peeing their pants after they realized the tomahawk was the real thing when I forcefully embedded it on the stand, but the best was not that.
Two young kids I figure were about 6 or 7 came to the door and were suitably impressed/afraid. One of them asked me what was I and I remained silent. The other one looked me up and down, looked at the mess, smiled and yelled: “He is a Zombie Killer!”
They could not see the huge smile under the whited out visor, but they did get extra candy and chocolates. As if to finally make me almost shed a tear, they both went
“Thank You Mr.Zombie Killer. Happy Halloween!”
It was a good day to be MHI.
PS: Second best comment was the first kids that knocked on my door. I’d say about 12-14 years of age and they did not approach willingly. One of them said to the other:
“Dude….this is not normal.”