I did not know it was an Official Work Holiday for Wiccans until this year–almost makes me want to turn into a witch to have a whole day of fun for myself…hey! No snide remarks about me already being a witch or I will HEX you!
Mr. B and I roamed around the Salem Haunted Happenings last night and what a blast we had! It was like a Walking Dead Mardi Gras! A real party atmosphere with some terrific, clever costumes. I’ll hazard a guess that the best costumes didn’t come from Halloween Headquarters. Here’s a bit of the madness and mayhem we enjoyed.
Downtown parking: expensive and non-existant unless you count the hours you sat in traffic looking for parking so we parked near the Salem Power Plant. A pretty sight at night if you don’t think of the irony of a coal-burning plant on a scenic waterfront.
The Mounted Police kept the rowdiness in control. The stood shoulder-to-shoulder in pairs at various spots in the crowds.
Here are some of the most interesting characters we were able to get photos of:
Family Guy’s Quagmire’s head said “Giggity, giggity, giggity!” His date didn’t say anything.
People in costumes loved to stop and have their picture taken.
This is what the back of a ghoul looks like. Funny, it’s usually the ghoul looking at the back of YOU as you run for your life!
The Mud Witch on a Pedestal will move and cackle if you give her a dollar…Hey! I thought Witches got the day off on Halloween!
Now you know, ghouls and zombies communicate via texts. So much for telepathic thinking!
Bloody Gladiator really needed Nurse Sweetman’s help but Mr. B would have none of that.
A shot of the crowd, this is just a small part of the huge gathering thoughout the downtown area.
Blue Man looks a little wrung-out. What’s the matter Blue Man? Rough night?
Zombie Ghoul and his Witch. Such a sweet couple…and they’re expecting! Although no one is really sure what to expect.
We were pretty sure this guy was a Captain America gone horribly wrong. He seemed to be sending a message about evil garbage or nuclear waste so we figured he suffered some sort of serious nuclear core melt-down accident.
We were just happy to walk around and take in the sights. There were lines for the Salem Witch Museum, the Witch Dungeon and the Nightmare Gallery that were several blocks long. Standing in a line that long wasn’t my idea of a fun time at Haunted Happenings.
There was a line to stand with the Ghoul which Mr. B would have been happy to stand in. Actually, he would have been happier to be the ghoul.
The local Hooters closed early so some of the gals went out to enjoy the fun.
That’s just a fraction of the madness and mayhem of Haunted Happenings in Salem.