Halloween
John spent several hours decorating both the inside and outside of the building for the festive occasion. Of course, John made sure that there were no real human body parts lying around. By nightfall everything was in order. When the bell rang Sherlock sluggishly went to answer and slowly pulled open the door.
"Trick or treat!" a gaggle of children chanted.
"Trick." He slammed the door in their masked faces.
"Sherlock!" John yelled.
"Fine," He reopened the door and called after them, "Come back, there's loads of teeth rotting candy, enough to give you all excruciating bellyaches!"
Haunted House
"No one goes there." Anderson murmured, shifting from one foot to the other, shivering in the October air.
"Why not?" John asked he was not so easily put off from danger.
"Because that's where the Holmes' live."
"So?"
"So? So! We're talking about the Holmes'!" Lestrade flung his hands out extravagantly.
"Oh my God he doesn't know." Sally breathed, wide-eyed, "Whoever goes there," She jabbed a finger toward the house on the hill, "Doesn't come back." The others nodded in agreement. John squared his shoulders and paced away from them.
Family Time
"Sherlock?" John's voice filled the silence that had engulfed the room. It was Halloween night, and Sherlock was sitting on the edge of the sofa just waiting for Lestrade to call about thoughtless teenagers, gang violence, poisonings, anything! "Did you ever celebrate Halloween?" He interrupted Sherlock's silent appeals. His eyes flashed toward John,
"In a way," He supplied leaning back into the sofa, "Mycroft told the best ghost stories."
Trick-or-Treating
Sherlock hated Halloween with a passion. All the noise, the laughter intermixed with screaming. The only reason he went out that night was because his older brother forced him to go. Sherlock told himself, that next year, he would be eight, and he would no longer be under Mycroft's influence. That was until he ran into a bumblebee. Together they traversed London. Their cheeks were pinched, their baskets were filled, and Sherlock found that he could laugh just as loudly as anyone else. Of course Mycroft still made off with his basket afterwards, but that was to be expected.
Competition
"What's all this about?" Mrs. Hudson asked.
"It's all right," John murmured in the darkness, "We just made some jack-o-lanterns and Sherlock wants to show his off." Mrs. Hudson gasped when she saw what the two carried. For a moment Mrs. Hudson wondered if they were real heads that had been painted orange. The carved pumpkins looked like they were in the middle of their death throes. She turned on the lights.
"The are both equally good." She rationalized.
"That settles it." Sherlock handed her his pumpkin and sped out the door.
"What am I to do with this?"
Impress the Ladies
There was a Halloween party at the police station. Sherlock wouldn't miss it for the world. The common theme appeared to be, be as slutty as possible without warranting an arrest. Sherlock decided to go as a security officer, maybe at an art museum or something, to charm the young women with a sense of safety and arty intellect, and John went as a nerdy professor in glasses. Apparently glasses were "in".