scaredy-cats

dabney and i hate to be scared. we avoid horror movies at all costs. in fact, the last one we got suckered into seeing was the blair witch project. after which, we slept with the lights on for three nights straight. hell, we'd probably hate halloween if it wasn't for the costume opportunities. as a result, it's amazing that we're friends with jeff, who ADORES all things creepy, gory, and spooky, but we won't mention the fact that he faints at the sight of real blood.


it's this love of our friend that lured us to gloucester, massachusetts, home of the castle of the damned. its name should have said enough. we don't know what we were thinking. despite dabney's recent malaise and our shared scaredy-cat tendencies, we found ourselves in line for a haunted house on a cold autumn evening.


this creepy man, who claimed he was hannibal lecter (with business card and all) scared the bejesus out of dabney. davey and jeff got a kick out of him, as you can see.

despite the company of friends, dabney couldn't relax after that.



fake fear while waiting in line


post-castle terror