We went to a preserve at 8pm on Halloween night. There were decorative skeletons with different colored lights blinking on and off. Lanterns dimly lit the dark. There was hot cider that smelled cinnamony and yummy treats. The workers gave the kids glow-in-the dark necklaces because it was black as a witch's cat and they didn't want to lose anybody to the zombies in the woods.
While we were walking in the woods, you could hear screaming in the distance which startled us. The mud beneath our feet squished and splattered on my black, leather boots. We walked over thin, wooden bridges and ended up at a witches' encampment.
While we were walking in the woods, you could hear screaming in the distance which startled us. The mud beneath our feet squished and splattered on my black, leather boots. We walked over thin, wooden bridges and ended up at a witches' encampment.
Two witches sat in front of a haunted rock covered in cobwebs, spiders and skeletons. They told us scary stories about eating livers. The witches looked hideous with warts and green skin and black hair and hats. They cackled so fiercely. I'm sure you could hear it in Massachusetts. Luckily, the witches were nice on that night and let us leave peacefully. I don't know about the other groups, though.
Then we walked to the cemetery which looked creepy. Bones were scattered by one of the tombstones. A nun wearing a necklace made of bones told us a story about a stranger and body parts. The woman in the story died.
After the story we ended up back where we started. We drank hot cider, ate cookies, and hung out with friends.
I would go back next year because you get to walk in the dark woods and listen to spooky stories and drink hot cider and eat delicious cookies. You also get a grab bag full of goodies.
Then we walked to the cemetery which looked creepy. Bones were scattered by one of the tombstones. A nun wearing a necklace made of bones told us a story about a stranger and body parts. The woman in the story died.
After the story we ended up back where we started. We drank hot cider, ate cookies, and hung out with friends.
I would go back next year because you get to walk in the dark woods and listen to spooky stories and drink hot cider and eat delicious cookies. You also get a grab bag full of goodies.
2 comments:
Aunt Deb & Uncle Phil,
Thanks for the comments. I felt so happy that someone knew Hercule Poirot besides me and my friend, Sally.
Love you so much and hope to see you soon.
Your nephew~
Austin
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