When was the last time you screamed? I mean really let loose? I think mine must be riding the roller coaster down to the Skowhegan Fair eons ago. That was until the Halloween Spook-tacular at the Buchard’s Farm.
See, last Thursday morning, I says to Charlie, “Why don’t we check out that haunted tour thingy over to the Buchards tonight?”
“We already did that.”
“Years ago. Come on. It’ll be fun.” Famous last words.
First off, it was warm, like 70 degrees. You’d think that would be great, right? But it felt kinda unnatural and only served to heighten the spooky factor. Everything starts off kinda cozy at the farm stand. We’re put in a group and given a guide all decked out in a costume that can be best described as punk rock vampire. Then, off we go on our adventure.
We traipse through the field on a path lit by little orange lights. Pleasant enough, but those lights disappear when we enter the “forbidden forest.” All of a sudden, we’re surrounded by creepy sounds and there are all these freaky shadows everywhere. I mean, you can’t tell what’s real and what’s not. It’s disorienting as all get out. Plus, people keep screaming. Truth be told, I might have been one of ’em.
We soldier on. Cob webs brush against our faces, arms reach out to grab us. We see bats hanging from trees, squeaking, “dead” people with flashlights under their chins appear outta thin air. There’s a person stuck in a giant web screaming, trying to break free just as a humongous spider with red glowing eyes appears and starts toward us. We hightail it into a clearing that’s filled with super creepy dolls crying, some of them moving, sitting up, turning their heads and looking at us with them blank eyes. We no sooner leave that horror behind when a guy with a chainsaw chases us to an old graveyard filled with monsters of all sorts: a werewolf, vampire, a mummy, Frankenstein, the whole kit and kaboodle. We wind our way through the graves as they, too, scream and grab at us. Just as we think we’re in the clear, a bunch of zombies appear and shuffle behind us, serving to motivate us to keep going, which we did.
We finally make it back to the Bouchard’s farm stand where we have some hot cider (included in the ticket price) and apple cider donuts (not included, but the perfect thing to steady our nerves).
On the way home, I says to Charlie, “Wow! They’ve kicked it up a notch since the last time we did that. My throat’s a little sore from screaming.”
“That was something, all right. I think I’m good for another ten years.”
“Yup, and by then, we’ll be too old to risk it.”
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
Hear Ida Tell It: Scream