Another classic game they played - made a “scarecrow” of sorts - and hung him off a rope from a tree on a blind curve people routinely took too fast. Speeding motorist would approach - they’d swing the scarecrow out and motorist would shit their pants panicking and swerving to avoid. Of course they wouldn’t call police because the skid marks showed they were going way too fast and they’d be in trouble too. Worked well until one of the more notorious drunks of town came flying by - swung it in front of him and he never so much as flinched - just mowed down the scarecrow and never touched the brakes - just kept going.
We had a rural road near where I grew up called "Spook Road". It was winding and curvy and had old bridges over rivers. There were canopies of trees overhead with crooked ghostly branches causing tunnels of sorts just like something out of "The Wizard of Oz".
One Halloween my friend and I got an old shirt and old pants and stuffed it with straw and sewed them together. We took a truck to an old suspension bridge on Spook Road and hung the "dummy" from the bridge. It was a popular spot for high school kids to drive on during that night because it was so scary.
We laid in wait a few hundred yards away. Sure enough, after about 15 minutes a car came by and we hear screams.