My dad painted his face and hands with green watercolor paint, and then wore his regular suit and tie to be a monster going to a party.
I still remember a guy in college who came dressed as a giant penis. He also wore a red mesh laundry bag tied to his belt with two basketballs inside.
And then our librarian came to work one Halloween as one of the singing California Raisins. She wore a black leotard and tights with white gloves and two-toned sneakers, and a brown plastic trash bag stuffed with newspaper. By the end of the day the newspaper started falling out randomly, leaving a trail behind her.
Another year, her young son dressed up as an umbrella.
One year I was an English Bulldog.