A visit to Salem
Everyone had costumes, except us
Last weekend we went to Salem, Massachusetts. The equivalent of a Halloween escape to go to that city, apparently, because it was so crowded there that we couldn't do anything except walk, watch, and eat. This visit left me with the desire to visit a museum? Yes. This visit, also, left me wanting to enter a haunted house? Yes (not really, I get scared easily and I know I could have died of a heart attack).
Salem has a history of a trial between 1692 and 1693 where 20 innocent people accused of practicing witchcraft were killed (and the vilification of more than 200 others). The myth says that they were burned, but no, they were hanged. One or the other seems like a shrink to me, either way. Due to this event, a series of spooky activities are carried out in the city to commemorate the lives of these people? I have my doubts and I don't want to affirm 100% that it is because of that.
Walking through the city, I think the only ones not in costume were us. Even the pets had costumes, the houses were decorated, and the small mall that was there changed its entire theme so that each business had a name related to something about Halloween. Some people had awesome and very spooky costumes, to such a level that they asked indirect and, sometimes, direct tips to take photos or videos with them.
Now, getting back to my fears, I have never been a fan of saying, “Come on, let's watch a movie to scare me.” That experience when I was little was a struggle for me. Every time I watched a horror movie against my will, I ended up thinking about it some nights. Sleeping with the door and windows closed even if I only had a fan to refresh my room because they were watching me from there, at least, that's what I thought. As an adult, I say as an excuse for not seeing them that they don't usually have a good story except for those of “The Conjuring”.
I would go to Salem again next year but with a better-structured plan than just arriving. I know that I needed a lot to explore and learn, I was left wanting to understand the history of the city well. Definitely, we have to go in costumes and with much more courage to get into a haunted house, although possibly, not being able to get out of it, screaming like a crazy person, and ending up in an ambulance in search of my being.
Have you been to Salem? How was your experience?
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