Here's a few pics I snapped last weekend in Salem. The WITCH town.
Aw, man. No grave rubbings? And no dogs? Don't worry -- they'll let you get away with pretty much anything else in their cemetery...
I think we caught at least four groups of people playing Frisbee, and another three who were inspired by the cemetery to bring the age old game of "Freeze Tag" back into the spotlight. It's kinda surreal to see what goes on in there -- aside from all the usual tourists, there were more interesting sights like witchy women making their little kids kiss and thank the cemetery trees. No, I'm serious. Hey, whatever works, right?
There's a monument for John Proctor, though it's kinda hard to read. Apparently, John gets new flowers everyday. Or at least until November, when the tourists go home.
I asked him for a date. He said no. Then he ate me.
I mentioned that it's sort of touristy/kiddy/teeny/collegy/whatever in a previous post, and the proof is in the pudding. Empty cans of Red Bull scattered amongst the ivy.
The "Spooky Shuttles" van. Didn't go inside, but I'll own that car someday. I promise. Noted for its penchant of shining flashing strobe lights out the windows in the dead of night; assumed cause of several fatal road injuries.
"Fire!!!"
There's an outside shot of "Dracula's Castle," a walkthrough amusement ride. Yeah, like I was going to resist a place called "Dracula's Castle."
Here's an interior shot -- it was too dark and fast-moving on the actual ride to grab pics, but it was just your basic mix of costumed freaks YELLING REAL LOUD AT YOU, plus assorted mannequins covered in ketchup with their arms ripped off. There was also a 3-D walkthrough, which was more of the same, but you got to wear 3-D glasses and marvel at how all the fluorescent paint almost kinda sorta negligibly jumped off the walls at you.
And there's the Salem Witch Museum. They sit you in this cathedral thing and shine lights at a bunch of creepy wax figures, explaining the tale of the witch trials. They even had a big wax devil, and another scene where some scapegoat got pressed to death with stones. To illustrate his defiance, a voice played over the loudspeakers when they shined the lights on him: "mooooore weeeeiggght." I'm not sure if we were supposed to laugh, but you know. Wax guys getting pressed to death with stones is funny.
On the way home, we passed a truck with a shot-and-dead bloody moose hanging out in the back. So ends our story.
Posted by Matt on 10/23/2003. E-mail me!
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Matt any photos of the wax pressing or moose?