I have a Halloween story from about 1970.
A friend of mine, I'll refer to as "G". Lived for Halloween. In particular pumpkin smashing. He was out two weeks before and a week after Halloween in search of them. Because of him one area quit putting pumpkins on ground level for some years after.
He'd fill up the back of his truck. Then go up the steepest hill he could find. Stop at the top. Open the tailgate and do a wheelie, to see them rolling down the steep road. Or he'd line up ones that were still lit across a road and drive over them.
One night G is driving his father's truck, a manual transmission, that neither I or a friend I'll refer to as "J", could drive. He spots a pumpkin on a porch. G stops the truck in the middle of the road, engine running and truck in gear. I'm in the middle so I hold my foot on the brake. So G can go grab the pumpkin and hop in and we'd take off.
G goes cat like quietly up to the house. Across the porch. Pumpkin is on a bench in front of a window with the drapes closed. He places his hands on the pumpkin. All of a sudden the drapes open and a man is looking at G. G panics and throws the pumpkin through the window at him and starts running to the truck. Yelling for me to let up on the brake so he can hop in and take off. The man is out the door and running after G.
Now the truck picks up speed and G can't catch up so G yells to get my foot back on the brake and slow down so he can hop in. I do, truck almost stops, G runs up and runs smack dab into the edge of the open truck door frame and goes down out cold.
Now is where it gets good. I lean out and grab G's pant leg with one hand while shoving down the gas pedal with my other hand. J is leaning across me and steering the truck as we made our getaway. Driving full speed up the street driver side door open dragging G on the road.
Once clear of the area and the man quit chasing us. We stopped. Got G up and got him coherent so he could drive. And off we went looking for the next adventure.
LTG : )