Halloween: just one of many holidays that, upon reaching adulthood, is little more than an excuse to get absolutely shitfuck wasted without being judged as an alcoholic. But with this one, you also get to be reprehensibly sloshed while dressed as sexy Raggedy Ann and having eaten nothing all day but fun-size bags of Sour Patch Kids. As such, the Halloween pub crawl has become a vomit-slathered institution of the season, and we here at the Hard Times have broken down exactly how every spooktastic bar-hopping adventure turns out. Here is our definitive timeline of every Halloween pub crawl.
5:00 p.m.: The crawl begins
Well, this is only when the crawl begins in a technical sense. It’s the time that was used for the Facebook invite to have everyone meet up at your one responsible friend’s house before setting off to your first watering hole of the evening. Unfortunately, all your other friends are deluded assholes with no concept of time. Eventually you’re gonna just send anyone not there a passive-aggressive text and be on your way.
5:58 p.m.: Arrive at first location
This is your old familiar. Your neighborhood clubhouse. Where everybody knows your name and only three of them hate you. Naturally, you’re going to start the crawl here before you start progressively ruining your life over the course of the night.
6:06 p.m.: First round of Jager Bombs
They taste the way dropping out of community college feels.
7:23 p.m.: Everyone you invited from work leaves
You only invited them out of obligation and you can tell they didn’t want to be there to begin with. Frank from accounting said his costume was “man wearing shirt” and Phyliss, the elderly receptionist, very truly believes this is a celebration of witchcraft. So long, party poopers! It’s time for things to get weird.
7:52 p.m.: Arrive at second location
This is usually an upper-scale Irish pub kinda place that put in near-zero effort to decorate for Halloween but is still gonna charge $11 for a pint of Guinness because it’s “an event night.”
8:20 p.m.: Second round of Jager Bombs
When you look back on this evening tomorrow, in between intermittent bouts of vomiting while still wearing your knockoff Beetlejuice costume, you will likely see this as the high point of the night. Let that sad fact sink in for a minute.
8:45 p.m.: Friend with shittiest music taste decides to take over the jukebox
This is unavoidable even on non-Halloween bar nights. So partly for your own self-preservation, and also to teach your friend a lesson about staying in their lane, wait until they’ve queued up fifty bucks worth of “Monster Mash” and haunted house sound effects before ditching them and heading on to your next bar.
9:19 p.m.: Arrive at third location
This is the party bar. You won’t be able to hear a word anyone says to you over the shitty EDM that’s going to be blaring and the candy bowl on the bar is just a temporary replacement for their usual bowl of novelty condoms. You’ve made a huge mistake.
9:46 p.m.: Third round of Jager Bombs
It’s at this point that the cohesion of the crawl will rapidly begin to deteriorate. Pieces of costumes will be accidentally discarded. Weaker members of the group will begin to “Irish goodbye” into the night. And your bartenders’ attitude will shift from tolerant amusement to stoic confrontationalism. This is the beginning of the end.
10:01 p.m.: Some guy dressed as Joker hits on everyone’s girlfriend
He definitely wasn’t there when the crawl started and no one can really pin down exactly how it is you know him. But the way he’s wringing his hands together suggestively while staring literally at all of the breasts indicates he truly does wanna watch the world burn.
10:22 p.m.: Cocaine!!!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!!!
11:49 p.m.: Arrive at fourth location
This place was not on the agenda. But someone at the last bar said it sounded cool and every member of your crawl is hammered beyond giving a fuck.
12:27 a.m.: Fistfight with competing Halloween-themed bar crawl
They’re definitely tougher than you. And they had the forethought to coordinate a group costume, so it’s gonna look like you’re fighting one of those gangs from “The Warriors.” But you’re already all full of Jager and blow and the pride of the crawl is at stake. Swing away you drunken goons!
1:18 a.m.: Derek gets arrested
Sigh. There’s always a Derek.
1:58 a.m.: Arrive at fifth location
You aren’t even sure if this one is an actual bar – it might just be some guy’s yard. If it is a bar though, you’re gonna walk in two minutes before close and get denied service. Unless this is a 4 a.m. bar, in which case the bartender is immediately going to see what a drunken gaggle of half-costumed jerkasses you are, lie to you that it’s actually a 2 a.m. bar and deny you service anyway.
2:09 a.m.: Pass out in UberXL
When you wake up tomorrow afternoon, be sure to tip this driver very well – because they’re the one who dragged you inside your apartment even after you tried to pee in their cupholder. Hope you enjoyed the crawl! Only 54 more days until you get to do this again on Christmas!

Well, okay, no, I would not trade up for the house from “The Grudge,” ya got me there. Ghost kids are a hard limit. They are at best annoying and at worst the most terrifying thing you can possibly imagine.
I could deal with 24-hour surveillance, being dragged out of bed and possessed by demonic entities, I could even deal with all of my Ouija boards catching fire, but I could never live with a dude as annoying as Micah. Katie, you may be a conduit for unearthly evil, but you can do better.
That’s right, “The Shining” isn’t the only Stephen King adaptation about a haunted hotel. The twist is that this time, the movie sucks absolute balls. Still, it’s probably better than living in this shithole. You don’t need to be a professional debunker to dispel the myth that this building is up to code.
In this movie, a haunted house builder ignores increasingly ominous signs that the hotel he’s setting up shop in houses a malignant entity. Sort of reminds me of the blinders I put on signing my lease. “Hmmm, are those rodent droppings on the floor? Nah, couldn’t be, there’s too much of it everywhere!” Still, the Hellhouse crew has a few hours of fun before all hell breaks loose, which is more than I’ve ever had in this apartment.
The rent is surprisingly cheap. And I don’t even have a sister so there wouldn’t be any of those creepy shenanigans from part 2 going on. Besides, a demonic voice telling me to “Get out” from time to time is better than just having that voice in my head 24/7.
You get paid by an eccentric millionaire to live at the Belasco House, a goddamn mansion mind you, provided that you try and discover proof of the afterlife. Let’s compare that to my place where I’m shilling out $1050 a month with nothing included to live in a broken-down roach trap that has scarred off three roommates in half a year without a single supernatural incident.
Yeah, things didn’t work out so great for Ash and his friends, but all you need to do to enjoy your stay at the Evil Dead cabin is avoid reading from The Necronomicon. To enjoy my stay in this place, I need to avoid reading the service date on the furnace, the replacement dates on the carbon monoxide detectors, signs of criminal activity from previous tenants, signs of criminal activity from my current neighbors, signs of various pest infestation, any article about black mold, lead paint or asbestos, any social media post from friends who own their own homes, and a lease I must have signed in a fugue state.
They didn’t really have electricity or running water back then, but I barely have those things now. The water is brown every other day and the lights go out every few hours, which according to Landlord Jim is “probably because of something you did.”
What a delightful mess of a movie. The house in “Spookies” is basically a nonsense parade of every conceivable horror, including basement fart monsters. I’d still rather deal with them than the constant war with my septic tank.
It seems like if you’re living at The Overlook Hotel and you don’t have a family to murder, you’re just partying with a bunch of ghosts the whole time! I’ve done worse than blowjob bear.
I would honestly rather live in any Fulci movie than my current apartment because at least that way I would have no idea what’s going on. Here, I am too aware. The one thing my apartment is great at is acoustic resonance. Every roach, every rodent scamper, every mysterious creak and violent argument next door, I have to contend with all of them every night and sleep an average of an hour and a half.
This movie is credited with being one of the first in the genre to explicitly make it clear that the strange happenings were supernatural in nature. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here still wondering if Landlord Jim is real or a figment of my imagination. A real person wouldn’t yell at me for saying there’s no hot water, right?
Dude found one cursed tape from a previous tenant, big deal. I’ve found suicide notes, bondage gear, syringes, a fucking gun, and a human femur. That was all just in one closet.
I would rather deal with Vincent Price at his absolute “Masque of Red Death” worst than my sociopath class traitor scumbag landlord on the best day of his shitty empty life.
Pretty sure all the scary activity in this house turns out to be in one lady’s head. If only. Last week my neighbor tried setting his dog on fire, then when the cops came he tried blaming me.