Who doesn't have fond memories of Mad-Libs, the silly word game that asks grade schoolers to fill-in-the-blanks until they've written a little story of their own?

Well, you're out of grade school now -- and divorced. (Ack, how did that happen?) But that doesn't mean you can't still have a little Mad-Libs-influenced fun. With that in mind, for the last 10 days, we've asked our community on Facebook and Twitter to help us write the ultimate ex horror story, Mad-Libs style.

Just in time for Halloween, we present you with a frightening final draft featuring some of our favorite responses. Read on, then click through the slideshow below for 5 hilarious alternate versions.

It was last Halloween, just before 11 p.m. Needless to say, I wasn't expecting any more trick-or-treaters. But then the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw my deadbeat [the one word I would use to describe my ex] ex dressed up as a sewer rat [the animal your ex reminds you of], wearing an old flannel shirt trimmed in velvet [the ugliest piece of clothing my ex owned]. Apprehensively, I opened the door. I stared at my ex, feeling pity [the emotion I feel when I think of my ex] and said, "What are you doing here?"

My former spouse stared back at me with devilish eyes and said, "Shmoopie, [your ex's nickname for you], I am the ghost of marriage past. Hop into my mid-life crisis Mercedes [the one word I would use to describe my ex's car] and let's relive the nightmare date we had at that IHOP bathroom [worst place my ex ever took me on a date]."

I looked at my former spouse and said, "Never. Don't you remember when you told me 'Toni is a guy, not a girl'? [the stupidest thing my ex ever said to me]. Get out of here! And you know what else? I faked it." [the three words you wish you could say to your ex.]

And with that said, I slammed the door on my horrible ex and felt FREEEEEEE! [the way I feel now that my ex is out of my life].

The End.

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  • It was last Halloween, just before 11 p.m. Needless to say, I wasn't expecting anymore trick-or-treaters. But then the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw my <a href="https://twitter.com/hellonheelz/status/258660642087649280" target="_hplink"><strong><u>knuckledragger</u></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex] ex dressed up as <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/471501096205962" target="_hplink"><strong><u>the cowardly lion</strong></u></a> [the animal your ex reminds you of], wearing old <a href="https://twitter.com/rogerskelly300/status/259369651476242433" target="_hplink"><strong><u>tighty whities with holes everywhere</u></strong></a> [the ugliest piece of clothing my ex owned]. Apprehensively, I opened the door. I stared at my ex, feeling <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/472984409390964" target="_hplink"><strong><u>disgust</u></strong></a> [the emotion I feel when I think of my ex] and said, "What are you doing here?" My former spouse stared back at me with devilish eyes and said, "<a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/473467976009274" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Dude</u></strong></a>, [your ex's nickname for you], I am the ghost of marriage past. Hop into my <a href="https://twitter.com/Morosophy/status/261196221719408640" target="_hplink"><strong><strong><u>scrap metal car</u></strong></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex's car] and let's relive the nightmare date we had <a href="https://twitter.com/pettman1969/status/261572798927994880" target="_hplink"><strong><u>visiting my girlfriend in the maternity ward</u></strong></a> [worst place my ex ever took me on a date]." I looked at my former spouse and said, "Never. Don't you remember when you told me '<a href="https://twitter.com/LivingHappierAf/status/261921855533903872" target="_hplink"><strong><u>I didn't tell her to call me' when I saw a woman's number on our phone bill over 200 times in a month?</u></strong></a> [the stupidest thing my ex ever said to me]. Get out of here! And you know what else? <a href="https://twitter.com/jen_dianna/status/263025927708110848" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Get a job</u></strong></a>!" [the three words you wish you could say to your ex.] And with that said, I slammed the door on my horrible ex and felt <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/476255179063887?ref=notif&notif_t=feed_comment" target="_hplink"><strong><u>like a like a four-hundred pound gorilla just got lifted off my back.</u></strong></a> [the way I feel now that my ex is out of my life]

  • It was last Halloween, just before 11 p.m. Needless to say, I wasn't expecting anymore trick-or-treaters. But then the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=471069299582475&set=pb.157707167585358.-2207520000.1351663031&type=3&theater" target="_hplink"><strong><u>infantile</u></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex] ex dressed up as a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/471501096205962" target="_hplink"><strong><u>blobfish</strong></u></a> [the animal your ex reminds you of], wearing an old <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=471905422832196&set=pb.157707167585358.-2207520000.1351663431&type=3&theater" target="_hplink"><strong><u>sweater made from his decrepit moral fiber</u></strong></a> [the ugliest piece of clothing my ex owned]. Apprehensively, I opened the door. I stared at my ex, feeling <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/472984409390964" target="_hplink"><strong><u>contemptuous rage</u></strong></a> [the emotion I feel when I think of my ex] and said, "What are you doing here?" My former spouse stared back at me with devilish eyes and said, "<a href="https://twitter.com/tracy_goldman/status/260839725433249793" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Lovey</u></strong></a>, [your ex's nickname for you], I am the ghost of marriage past. Hop into my <a href="https://twitter.com/afroinstilettos/status/261194641116897280" target="_hplink"><strong><strong><u>deathtrap car</u></strong></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex's car] and let's relive the nightmare date we had at the <a href="https://twitter.com/JusDahl/status/261580797524463617" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Olive Garden</u></strong></a> [worst place my ex ever took me on a date]." I looked at my former spouse and said, "Never. Don't you remember when you told me '<a href="https://twitter.com/SweeetnesT/status/261924218831241218" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Let's have a threesome with the girl I cheated on you with</u></strong></a>'? [the stupidest thing my ex ever said to me]. Get out of here! And you know what else? <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/475762639113141"_hplink"><strong><u> I respect me</u></strong></a>." [the three words you wish you could say to your ex.] And with that said, I slammed the door on my horrible ex and felt <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/476177902404948" target="_hplink"><strong><u>LIBERATED!</u></strong></a> [the way I feel now that my ex is out of my life]

  • It was last Halloween, just before 11 p.m. Needless to say, I wasn't expecting anymore trick-or-treaters. But then the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw my <a href="https://twitter.com/summeresinclair/status/258660128805498880" target="_hplink"><strong><u>heartless</u></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex] ex dressed up as <a href="https://twitter.com/emalitta/status/259040189966589952" target="_hplink"><strong><u>the big bad wolf</strong></u></a> [the animal your ex reminds you of], wearing an old <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=471905422832196&set=pb.157707167585358.-2207520000.1351659346&type=3&theater" target="_hplink"><strong><u>ripped-up muscle shirt</u></strong></a> [the ugliest piece of clothing my ex owned]. Apprehensively, I opened the door. I stared at my ex, feeling <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/472984409390964" target="_hplink"><strong><u>terror</u></strong></a> [the emotion I feel when I think of my ex] and said, "What are you doing here?" My former spouse stared back at me with devilish eyes and said, "<a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/473467976009274" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Baby duck</u></strong></a>, [your ex's nickname for you], I am the ghost of marriage past. Hop into my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=473816272641111&set=a.422558001100272.92293.157707167585358&type=1" target="_hplink"><strong><strong><u>outdated car</u></strong></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex's car] and let's relive the nightmare date we had at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/474246615931410" target="_hplink"><strong><u>my mother's house</u></strong></a> [worst place my ex ever took me on a date]." I looked at my former spouse and said, "Never. Don't you remember when you told me '<a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=474563989233006&set=a.422558001100272.92293.157707167585358&type=1" target="_hplink"><strong><u>You are cheating on me because you went to McDonald's without me</u></strong></a>'? [the stupidest thing my ex ever said to me]. Get out of here! And you know what else? <a href="https://twitter.com/ripley33/status/263032247626657792" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Cashed your lottery [ticket]</u></strong></a>!" [the three words you wish you could say to your ex.] And with that said, I slammed the door on my horrible ex and felt <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/476255179063887?ref=notif&notif_t=feed_comment" target="_hplink"><strong><u>like I was born again</u></strong></a> [the way I feel now that my ex is out of my life].

  • It was last Halloween, just before 11 p.m. Needless to say, I wasn't expecting anymore trick-or-treaters. But then the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw my <a href="https://twitter.com/SusieQ7384/status/258665302735343616" target="_hplink"><strong><u>sociopath</u></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex] ex dressed up as a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/471501096205962" target="_hplink"><strong><u>drunken rooster</strong></u></a> [the animal your ex reminds you of], wearing her old <a href="https://twitter.com/SamStrantz/status/259368803333455872" target="_hplink"><strong><u>birthday suit</u></strong></a> [the ugliest piece of clothing my ex owned]. Apprehensively, I opened the door. I stared at my ex, feeling <a href="https://twitter.com/TinaYork/status/260479249297862656" target="_hplink"><strong><u>serious disappointment</u></strong></a> [the emotion I feel when I think of my ex] and said, "What are you doing here?" My former spouse stared back at me with devilish eyes and said, "<a href="https://twitter.com/Damian_ross80/status/260844313511096320" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Piglet</u></strong></a>, [your ex's nickname for you], I am the ghost of marriage past. Hop into my <a href="https://twitter.com/howdoyoueraseme/status/261195022127464448" target="_hplink"><strong><strong><u>BMTroubleYou</u></strong></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex's car] and let's relive the nightmare date we had at that <a href="https://twitter.com/DaveFortin/status/261596347990429697" target="_hplink"><strong><u> genealogy convention</u></strong></a> [worst place my ex ever took me on a date]." I looked at my former spouse and said, "Never. Don't you remember when you told me '<a href="https://twitter.com/TheDWordMusical/status/261933148659671041" target="_hplink"><strong><u>How was it?' (If you have to ask, I'm not gonna tell.)</u></strong></a> [the stupidest thing my ex ever said to me]. Get out of here! And you know what else? <a href="https://twitter.com/NobleTLC/status/263030672409632768" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Never loved you</u></strong></a>!" [the three words you wish you could say to your ex.] And with that said, I slammed the door on my horrible ex and felt <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/476255179063887?ref=notif&notif_t=feed_comment" target="_hplink"><strong><u>complete!</u></strong></a> [the way I feel now that my ex is out of my life]

  • It was last Halloween, just before 11 p.m. Needless to say, I wasn't expecting anymore trick-or-treaters. But then the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw my <a href="https://twitter.com/poanjb67/status/258705890222415873" target="_hplink"><strong><u>evil</u></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex] ex dressed up as a <a href="https://twitter.com/DrJaceFace/status/259042929757265921" target="_hplink"><strong><u>basset hound</strong></u></a> [the animal your ex reminds you of], wearing that old <a href="https://twitter.com/DrJaceFace/status/259371160314212353"_hplink"><strong><u>godawful Jordan windbreaker</u></strong></a> [the ugliest piece of clothing my ex owned]. Apprehensively, I opened the door. I stared at my ex, feeling <a href="https://twitter.com/ChristineVee/status/260474100806475776" target="_hplink"><strong><u>sympathetic rage</u></strong></a> [the emotion I feel when I think of my ex] and said, "What are you doing here?" My former spouse stared back at me with devilish eyes and said, "<a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/473467976009274"_hplink"><strong><u>The Wife</u></strong></a>, [your ex's nickname for you], I am the ghost of marriage past. Hop into my <a href="https://twitter.com/k_kamath/status/261202650828251137" target="_hplink"><strong><strong><u>unreliable car</u></strong></strong></a> [the one word I would use to describe my ex's car] and let's relive the nightmare date we had at that <a href="https://twitter.com/JohnSandefur62/status/261574606769496064" target="_hplink"><strong><u> Bee Gee's concert</u></strong></a> [worst place my ex ever took me on a date]." I looked at my former spouse and said, "Never. Don't you remember when you told me '<a href="https://twitter.com/gtychow/status/261925834493935617" target="_hplink"><strong><u>We need to talk</u></strong></a>'? [the stupidest thing my ex ever said to me]. Get out of here! And you know what else? <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/475762639113141" target="_hplink"><strong><u>Thanks for nothing</u></strong></a>!" [the three words you wish you could say to your ex.] And with that said, I slammed the door on my horrible ex and felt <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HuffPostDivorce/posts/476255179063887?ref=notif&notif_t=feed_comment" target="_hplink"><strong><u>free from drama</u></strong></a> [the way I feel now that my ex is out of my life].

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