Well, here we go again.
Another year, another urban legend. Another Halloween, another hoax.
If you’ve been reading this site for a while, you know we’ve talked about this for years. The idea that someone, somewhere, is lurking in the shadows with a razor blade, a needle, or a vial of poison just waiting to sabotage Halloween candy has been one of the biggest folk panics in America since the 1950s.
And yes—there are two real historical incidents people always point to a dentist in the 1950s really did tamper with candy and was caught. And then there was that infamous case of a father who murdered his own child by poisoning candy on Halloween. That tragedy didn’t just spark panic—it cemented it.
But here’s the important part: Outside of those isolated, personal crimes, the idea of random strangers poisoning or rigging candy for mass harm has never been supported by evidence. Yet every October, news headlines warn parents to “check your candy,” police departments post caution notices, and viral Facebook posts spread like wildfire.
This year was no different.
In Maryland, police shared an image of a razor blade and warned families to inspect their candy. Panic flickered across social media like clockwork. But then—also like clockwork—just days later came the follow-up:
It was a hoax.
A 9-year-old admitted to placing sewing needles into their own candy.
No shadowy candy saboteur.
No Halloween horror villain.
Just a kid doing what kids sometimes do—testing boundaries, trying to create a moment, maybe wanting attention, maybe just not understanding the consequences.
And the cycle continues.
This is arguably the longest-running American urban legend. It has outlived generations, presidents, and every other seasonal news scare. It’s a story we want to believe, because Halloween already sits on that uneasy line between childhood innocence and the spooky unknown.
But here we are, one more year in, one more scare disproven.
So once again, we can officially say:
Your candy is safe.
(Well… safe from strangers. Not safe from someone in your house raiding the stash.)
And I can confirm that personally, because I’ve been secretly eating my son’s Halloween candy since Halloween night.
Don’t tell him.
