Rural Pennsylvania. We would go grab feed corn out of the fields and throw it at peoples' windows (not the whole cob).
As we got older we'd grab Dad's fishing line reel, a tack and a nut. Connect the line to the top of a window sill with the tack. Tie the nut about a foot down the line, then reel the line back across the street. Sit back and pull on the line over and over. The nut would tap on the window. When they come out to look you pull the line taught. They'd never see it. Drove 'em crazy.
Good times. Good times.
When I was a teenager, some people had just moved into a new house down the road from us. My sister and I decided to go out the night before Halloween and TP their house. It was our own special way of saying "welcome to the neighborhood." That night, we do the dirty deed and unloaded 2 duffle bags full if toilet paper all over their property. On our way to school the next morning we drive by their house, and see a little old lady cleaning up our mess and immediately our hearts sank. We both felt horrible.
After school, we stopped by their place and apologized for causing the havoc. We helped them finish cleaning up the mess and my Devils Night tomfoolery started and ended with that one experience.