Celebrating a pagan holiday in a former church may be sacrilegious, but that doesn't scare us. Denver's most ghoulish characters congregate at The Church on All Hallow's Eve: One Halloween bash turned up a seven-foot-tall creature (the guy somehow managed to dance on stilts all night), an ape-masked person with red lasers for eyes, and a dead ringer for Prince. The winner of the costume contest that year got to go on a trip to San Francisco, and the second-place winner got a couple hundred bucks. No bones about it: This is one hell of a good time.