Halloween 1986: I was sitting on the floor of my first grade classroom in Potlatch, Idaho, dressed as a giant white rabbit, hearing tales of children accepting “homemade candy” from nice little old ladies only to later die horrible deaths from swallowing razorblades or poison. Yes there were only 900 people living in Potlatch and everyone knew everyone, but I found myself eying the popcorn balls handed out at the forest ranger’s home – a long time friend of ours – with fear and suspicion. I have yet to actually die of booby-trapped candy and these days, I’ll generally take free junk food no questions asked. But according to this site, the urban legend is more than myth. So I wonder, any first hand accounts of near-death Halloween candy experiences?