Halloween 2013 is history and we are sliding fast into the end of the year and the holidays and fattening foods and all the rest of it. But before we go I have to thank my wife for dragging me to see the haunting at Fort Zachary Taylor State Park. As silly as it sounds I have to confess it frightened the shit out of me.
At the entrance we were directed to the motorcycles and bicycles lane which was staffed by some really charming I'm sure volunteer who had no facility with money and no ability to get a bloody move on. Eventually the ditz fumbled enough of our change and stopped losing the tickets long enough to let us in. I had plenty of time to take a picture and frankly it was the last decent picture I think I snapped all evening, but eventually we got in and at $13 apiece I was wondering what this foolishness was about. I think my wife was wondering too because she made a point of saying how fun it was to be in the park after dark and I confess it really was even though I wasn't expecting much else. We should have gone for a walk after we staggered out of the haunting, but I had to get to work and my nerves were in no shape to enjoy the darkened woods around the fort.
The fort lends itself to a scene of the macabre, let's face it with its 19th century brick walls and dark shadows.
I was wet with sweat by the time we got out and I took deep refreshing gulps of the cool night air. The ten year old was waiting on the parade ground and asked if we were scared; she had in fact ducked out after the first bloody tableau, smart kid. My wife answered for me laughing uproariously: "He is!" she chortled. "Scared stiff." Very funny I'm sure.
I am definitely going back next year only this time I promise I won't ever shout out "Fuck!" At the top of my lungs no matter how close the boogie man gets to me. And to the mothers of the children in the vicinity I hope it wasn't too difficult to explain to your kids that even the bravest of adults sometimes expose the chink in their armor and swear words are all they can find to seal the gap. Sorry.