So off we went on a Saturday with SMM and AF, driving north, taking in the fall foliage that's so so pretty. I learned the night before that we should leave with plenty of time to spare because Sleepy Hollow was having its annual Halloween parade that day. Why they couldn't have stated that when I was picking a date to buy the tickets, I don't know. We had plenty of time to spare, and that time was used up by rolling along the main street as soon as we exited the parkway for the sleepy little town. Cars and vans and SUVs and minivans and more cars all crawled along street with creepy pillow people stuffed with straw lined the sidewalks tied to trees and poles. Who needs a haunted house when you have child-made creepy-people to creep you out for free?
We made it to the cemetery about 45 minutes before it was set to close. My main goal was to find Washington Irving's grave, but as we drove past, we all came up with a new and more important goal: find the Headless Horseman that Eddie found while we were driving by towards the entrance. We wound up parking on the side of the cemetery that's not used for entertaining folks. I know, that's kind of creepy and messed up that a cemetery is used for entertainment, but really, it's historical, so it's okay. Plus, they give tours at night by lantern to creep you out even more. We didn't stay for that.
We walked up hills. We walked down hills. We walked around and around path after path. This cemetery is rather large. We then found a crowd and in the middle of the crowd, right by the tent selling beer (in a cemetery) was, indeed, the Headless Horseman.
|A traffic sign where we weren't allowed to drive|
|I was more scared of the horse. Seriously. I was like, It's moving! And Eddie laughed at me.|
|This is apparently my new pose.|
Then back into the cemetery we went. Up hills. Down hills. Paths upon paths. We wanted to get back to the car and find the exit to get something to eat and hopefully avoid the parade that was causing street closures. Instead, we found Irving's grave!
|Beyonce was here.|
|It doesn't look so bad.|
|Just a beautiful landscape|
|Until this happens|
I don't like adults in character costumes. I get freaked out at Disney World. I was not a happy camper that time in Hershey Park when the large Hershey Bar came over to say hi. It's just freaky--adults in cartoon heads not talking but hugging and high fiving. It just ain't right.
So here I was among not only adults in costume but also among adults whose job it was to jump out and scare the shit out of me. I decided the best choice for me was to stare at the ground a lot, loudly say how stupid everything was, and make Eddie go ahead of me every time we went into something new.
The scariest parts were the parts when nothing happened. We were expecting things to happen at every turn, so the anticipation killed me most.
There was a room with all the hanging white sheets. Inside people lurked dressed in all white, blending in. So they could jump out and hiss and scream. Yeah, that happened. The hissing was sometimes worse than the screaming.
Also happening--a woman following me, whispering right in my ear that she'd smelled me coming. Not fun.
In another room, there were strobe lights and a back up of people in front of us so we got stuck in the strobes with the creepy black and white creepy crawly people getting all up in our faces. This was the main point when I was shouting, This is just so stupid!!! The creepy crawly people stayed in my face, not realizing that my shouting meant, Go away.
AF had it worse than I did because she was a bit more obvious in her not liking anything that was happening, so every single creepy person followed her every single time. And SMM kept laughing. So did Eddie. Laughing laughing laughing. Because being terrified is fun. Apparently.
And then there was the tent that we had to enter single file. The floor moved. The sides of the tent were huge inflatable thingies. We were smushed in from both sides. It was pitch black. Then we came out the other side. I don't know who would even think of that. Stupid stupid stupid. And very terrifying.
We made it through a bunch more twists like a mini corn maze and Ichabod's School House complete with a soundtrack of children crying--very horrifying. Then we found the Headless Horseman! Again!
I survived! Unscathed! It was all quite literary, really, so I'm going to count this trip as professional development.