Happy Halloween

Halloween, 1921

It was another odd year by way of weather.  A giant storm packed with heavy rain and wind passed through and finally gave up the ghost at 8AM on Monday, the 30th.  I ran outside and began work on mushy ground.  The winds were surreal.  To date, the worst ever while prepping a Haunt.  I worked through the day and around 9PM, just as I was whining that the night shoot photos would have to take place in the early hours of Halloween, the wind stopped.  I ran for the bags of leaves in the yard and began spreading them like a man who had lost his mind.  But they stayed in place.  And the candles stayed lit.

Halloween morning, the winds returned.  Hours of heavy gusts that literally removed every leaf from the porch floor and whipped the clothesline around until the clothes were wrapped around each other and the line.  I yelled "My Laundry!" to no one.

Then, in the late afternoon sun of Halloween, the wind ceased.  I ran for more leaves.  And the cameras.  Success.  The evening was calm and cool, and everyone seemed excited about the display.  I think the lighting and the clothesline created a depth that my Haunt hasn't seen before.  And people seemed to really dig the effect.  Thankfully. (Though someone did say "So what's with the clothesline?")

So below are the photos which answered the question I kept asking myself throughout the build - "What would I make if I lived in 1921?"  I hope you enjoy them.

Begging For Candy

Necrobones Halloween 2017

The veil lifted, as it had on every Halloween night, for untold dark eons. The spirits awoke. Energies from beyond the spheres breathed life into them, for a night, once more.

Always such a treat to feature this Haunt at the start of our Year...

A ton of amazing photos here.

One Part Pride; One Part Shame

You know the Shop And Bag out by the mall? She stopped at the light and saw him walking in that field behind the Lost River Drive-In. Julie said he was so creepy.
Halloween II

So, on Halloween night, about 10:25PM, an adult in old dark coveralls with what appeared to be six bullet holes and a very authentic-looking Michael Myers mask, was spotted walking in my neighborhood.  The speed was right.  The minimum arm movement was right.  The looking-straight-ahead-like-he-could-walk-through-walls (and glass hospital doors) was right.

Just walking straight, like he had a purpose, and a destination, in mind.

An older guy taking out the trash spotted him first.  And he seemed to hurry back up to his porch (no doubt looking out from the window once safely inside).  A car approached, and lingered at a stop sign, probably wondering why an adult would still be in costume, and walking alone on an empty street.  And in such an odd manner.  The car drove away. 

Two other cars drove past as well.  One slowing almost to a stop.  No telling if any adults or children spotted this man, this guy, from their windows.  I'd like to think it gave some extra Halloween magic in the last few hours of Halloween. 

That guy was me, of course.  And I've wanted to do this ever since I hung up my Michael Audrey Myers costume from the days I'd sit on my parents' porch, slowly handing out candy,... a dark figure with a pale face.

Here's the costume I was sporting...I have to admit, I felt a little like Mr. Myers,
walking in a field, behind the Lost River Drive-In.