We’ve watched the July 4th fireworks in Boston. We have peeped at the leaves on the Kancamangus. We’ve even spent a couple of Thanksgivings at the Macy’s Parade in NYC. This year, the Mister and I decided to try something new, resulting in the wickedly cook urban adventure of visiting the Halloween capital Salem, Massachusetts one Saturday night.
Festivities such as parades, celebrity guest appearances, and haunted attractions begin at the start of the month. So if you’re like me, and really not interested in shows and tours about women being judged and hung for witchcraft, there is still plenty of adventure. Downtown Salem is very walkable, with restaurants, pubs, and attractions all within walking distance from each other. Parking can be an issue, but I am blessed with a friend/co-worker that lives there and offered us a spot. I was not prepared for people asking to take pictures with us. But then again, I was wearing a pretty cool costume.
Passerbys commented “Edward Scissorhands!” or called me “Edwina Scissorhands” with big smiles. One little boy in quite the menacing skull mask asked if he could have one of my “swords.” That’s when I stepped into character, explaining that they are my hands and that “I’m not finished.” So cute. People also enjoyed the Mister’s Pumpkin Head costume, which will make an appearance later. Here are a few more costume photos before we danced for a bit Oneill’s. (where I encountered the scary adventure of a flooded bathroom, and an unfortunate woman dropped her cell phone in the muck. Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!)
With the night growing frigid cold, we decided to partake in an indoor haunted attraction close to Pickering Wharf. Count Orlok’s Nightmare Gallery is a reasonably priced trek through parts of an open wax museum. During the day, it displays amazing wax figures of our favorite horror movie monsters and characters. But at night in October, it morphs into a haunted house with screams. I was chosen as our group’s leader and given a token (penny). I was to pay a ghoul inside the museum in exchange for our group’s safe return to the outside world. I was begged not to lose the token, but I assured our group that I had another one in my back pack. While waiting in line, we met the Cat in the Hat, a freakish clown that I did not want a picture of, and these guys….