October 26, 2017 – Bitch from Hell Maid and I’m Outta Here

Posted in Janet, New York, Salem with tags , on February 15, 2023 by Janet Glenn

Okay, up, my last day in Salem . . . and boy, is it!!! Things are not going so well right out of the shoot! What a disaster! Why do I have to make everything so difficult?  I hate packing!

I’m excited to be flying to New York from Salem but how strange that I’m not staying in Salem for Halloween! In the past, you could not drag me away from Salem on Halloween! I guess I’m thinking Halloween weekend might just be more exciting in New York but since having the final altercation with the Bitch Maid at the Hawthorne, I’m just done. It’s been five years since I’ve been to Salem and granted, I only had three days. You just can’t do Salem in three days, BUT these three days have been hard on me. So let’s start with packing. No organization, I just shove it in, squishing fingers along the way. Got it all in and now I’m ready and the shit begins.

Unknowingly, by not having the maids in my room for the last three days has caused them to suspect me of stealing towels. Towels? Towels?? I didn’t have the maids in because I was EXHAUSTED when I got here and I slept. Slept in my room for three days. It’s my room. I paid to be in it, right? Anyway, here’s what happened. I roll on out of the room and I see a gaggle of maids ahead of me. Out steps one, very authoritative, looking me in the eye and announces to me that I’ve had no maid service while I was here. I look at her, quite friendly and polite on my part, and say, “Yes.” I’m actually a little afraid of her. She looks like one mean bitch and she’s obviously unhappy with me. I would call her a witch but I RESPECT WITCHES, not her! I continue to be very polite and move away from her. I do not engage her. As I walk away, she issues an order to the other maids to COUNT THE TOWELS IN MY ROOM. Count the towels? Are you kidding me? Is that all you got? I still do not engage her. I know her for what she is. There will be a day when I want to come back to Salem and stay at the Hawthorne Hotel and this ignorant bitch is not going to ruin that for me. Engaging her would have caused a huge shit storm and I refused to go there with her. I just walked away. I hope she’s happy. All my used towels are stacked up neatly on the bathroom floor. Every single one of them. For God’s sake, why would I want to steal towels from the Hawthorne Hotel? I have stayed many times at the Hawthorne. Why would I steal from them? I like them very much. I do not need their towels and I appreciate them enough that I didn’t even think to steal from them. They have been good to me over the years. Why would some petty-ass power-hungry bitch even think that I would steal from the Hawthorne? I didn’t even think of it over the years. I am a honest person. I never steal from anyone! I am honest to a fault. I do question the motives of the bitch though. I really do.

So I check out of the Hawthorne. I am very hurt and upset but I leave without a complaint. I just leave my beloved Salem and the Hawthorne. I’m in such a dark mood and I’m just plain mad. I don’t remember getting to the airport. I do remember boarding the plane and feeling bleak all the way to New York. I didn’t know I’d feel this way on my way to New York. I thought I would be excited and happy but no. The bitch maid from hell made sure of that. One last note, when I arrived in New York, it literally took three hours for me to get from the airport to my hotel. Three hours to go 9.7 miles… and the hotel doesn’t have my room reservation. Oh dear, here we go. . . Luvs, Janet

October 25, 2017 – Rain and Salem Ghost Stories

Posted in Janet, Salem with tags , on September 30, 2019 by Janet Glenn

My second day in Salem was rather quiet and relaxing. It rained for most of the day and I slept up until about 4:00 pm. Talk about waste the day! I got up a couple of times and looked out the window which is stuffed way over there in the corner. This room faces the inner workings of the Hawthorne Hotel but I could just see a sliver of the day out there. Rain, rain, oh how I love rain!

I decided to sleep a bit more and then go out which is exactly what I did. It was dark as pitch when I finally got outside and rather cold and raining. I took some very strange video out there in the Commons. In the video that I was taking, my shadow moved along very slowly from one side of a “Welcome to Salem” sign to the other side and disappeared. The shadow even turned around and took a couple of steps backwards along the way! I know that doesn’t sound like anything but I was standing still and literally filming my shadow moving away from me and disappearing on the other side of the sign! I didn’t see this event until I viewed the video on my computer. Well, I loved it, of course, so I quickly put some creepy music on it and uploaded it to my You Tube Channel. Yes, I have a You Tube Channel! And quite honestly, I’ve had several very strange experiences in Salem. I can truly say without a doubt that Salem is haunted. There are many spirits moving around these old Salem streets and I’ve been blessed to be aware of them. Mainly they appear in my photos but sometimes they are physical as well. There was one who appeared just as I was taking a photo of a store window. She was so small and seemed to have a little witch dress on, I kid you not! She came dashing around me so fast. I could actually hear her coming from behind me (it was late and dark with no one around). I could hear this clattering/clicking sound on the cobblestones and as she went around me, she upset the atmosphere. My camera picked this up and surprisingly you can see her in the bottom corner of my photo. She actually looked like a white stick figure (ectoplasm) in a full-run stance with just the suggestion of a witch dress. Of course, I didn’t see her until later when I downloaded the photo but I sure did hear her. She was making a real disturbance as she ran by me. I still remember it very clearly to this day. The other ghostly guy turned up by my side in the Charter Street cemetery. This was my first trip to Salem in 2009. It was my last day in Salem and I was getting in a few more photos before I had to leave. I was taking a photo of the tree that I love in the cemetery and, of course, I wasn’t aware of anything unusual but when I got home and looked at the photo, well, there he was! He was standing right there on my left side intently watching what I was doing. He was male and looked a bit misshappen but there he was, a dark shadow figure. I felt really honored that a spirit in Salem seemed to be so interested in what I was doing and I was so fortunate to catch him in my photo! Another photo I took in the same cemetery captured a swirl of orbs in front of the trees. It was quite beautiful. Another appeared to be a sunbeam playing among a display of Halloween flags hanging in front of a store on Derby Street. The way the sunbeam jumped from one flag to another seemed to not be possible with the sun’s movements and the order in which the photos were taken. It was quite strange. And certainly everyone has heard about the Hawthorne Hotel ghost. Well, I believe there may be something to that even though the Ghost Hunters didn’t find anything! During my first stay at the Hawthorne Hotel in 2009, I was all tucked in bed and sitting up watching TV when I felt something playing with my hair on the top of my head. I looked up and starting swatting things out of my hair thinking it was a spider. There was nothing there, and I looked everywhere! Also, when I stayed at the Hawthorne in 2010, I had several people ask me if I’d seen the ghost when they saw me on the 6th floor. I mean when I was looking out the window and there was a tour outside, they would holler up and ask if I had seen the ghost! I never experienced a ghost while I was in that room but the bed was a true nightmare!

I stayed outside for a bit longer and watched a Salem Police vehicle come racing up with the siren screaming and turn down Essex Street. Then he comes back in a bit all quiet and just creeping along. I guess they got away. I was hoping for some excitement, dang it. Yup, the Salem streets are quiet tonight. Guess I’ll go back up to my room. I have some stale Cheetos and licorice up there. A dinner to die for, yum.



October 24, 2017 – My Latest Salem Trip

Posted in New York, Salem with tags , on September 10, 2019 by Janet Glenn

Yes, I have gone to Salem once again and much to my dismay, my trip has been defined by cellphones, starvation and a local she-beast from hell … and I flew all the way up here for this! Oh Lord, I really need your assistance for I really believed for a second that I would finally get into a physical altercation after this last encounter! I’ve reached my limit! Somehow it seems inevitable that my last visit would be to the Salem jail? Oh, traveling has been so hard on me as you have witnessed in my Salem blog (but I’ve loved every minute of it). Alas, I digress, let me tell my newest Salem story for 2017!

So, I sort of at the last minute decided to take another trip to Salem in October 2017. It has been five long years and I have missed Salem. The changes I made this time was that I would stay in Salem for three days and nights and then climb on my broom and fly to New York! In theory, this was an excellent idea but as most of my ideas go, some of them suck. I guess another question would be should I tell my New York stories here or create a whole nuther blog? Don’t you just love the way we talk here in southern Texas? A whole nuther … geez. Well anywho (stop it), another blog it is … a New York blog! I have taken so many photos in New York in my three times visiting there with my trusty camera, that it deserves it’s own home. (Pop Quiz: In what movie was an umbrella referred to as “my trusty umbrella?”). I even went to the top of the Freedom Tower/World Trade Center! But here I am getting carried away and I must talk about Salem, right? Right!

Just so you know, I traveled to Salem and New York a week before Halloween. That weekend would be the biggest celebration for Halloween and I was in New York. So, I’m here to tell you don’t ever buy your air fare in all one-way flights! I thought I would save some money …. which I did but I boarded 6 different airplanes! Now that’s 6 takeoffs and 6 landings. I didn’t think of that since I was so engrossed in trying to save some money. And when I realized it, I was crawling onto my first airplane. Too late now! Although I love the takeoffs and landings, they scare the shit out of me! Have you ever been that scared? Well, I have and it gives you the shits. So I rode a lot of airplanes with a lot of people. Only once did I get scared. The guy next to me screamed like a woman when something near the engine that was close to us suddenly shut off. Yes, we all keep a poker face when we fly, don’t we? See? I’m not scared. This is a piece of cake and I’m so brave … yeah right!

So I was up and down (4 times) and finally landed in Boston. Now I always take the same shuttle company to Salem and, yes, I’ve had some problems but no cause for alarm. Well, cellphones have changed all that. Normally the guy is standing there waiting. I mean he is always standing outside of his car looking for me and I can easily see him. Well, this time I did not see the guy and could not find him. I was looking around and around and suddenly this guy (big guy) rushed up behind me and yelled “Are you Janet?” I almost jumped out of my skin (you ever seen that on Caspar cartoons)? I yelled “Yes!” and I’ve just had my first Halloween scare. So he ushered me to his car which was parked out of sight. Hmmmm? Well the first part of the trip was just normal chit chat like always and then the conversation died. Why, you ask? Because this jerk got on his cellphone, yes, while he was driving me to the Hawthorne Hotel. Between Boston and Salem is a lot of residential streets, like a lot of stops. This jerk was texting, calling, talking the whole way and it got scary. He would run up on red lights and slam on the breaks. He was continually having to get back into his lane. Stop signs were a true challenge for him. At one point, he hung up and put the cellphone down. I took my chance and asked if he wouldn’t mind not using the cellphone while he was driving with me. “Oh, sure, sure!” He laid the cellphone down and then turned up the radio. Then he turned down the radio and picked up the damned cellphone again and went at it. By this time we were almost to the Hawthorne and I was so glad to get there and get away from him and his cellphone! I did tip him as I usually do. I know, I’m an enabler.

To say that I was unnerved is an understatement. I got out of the car and felt like I had just left a war zone. I did get into the Hawthorne and was so grateful to be there (yet again). I checked in and pretty much was disappointed with the room … not the Hawthorne’s fault, like I said, this idea was last minute. I was so tired but I decided to do some walking around. I actually got some good shots in the brief time before dark. It seems there is an exhibit at the museum that’s right up my alley. Music/horror movies at the Peabody Essex Museum sponsored by Kirk Hammett of Metallica. I always loved Metallica!

And, of course, like always, I hadn’t eaten that day and once I start walking in Salem, well….. You know? It’s a very crazy thing these days when I don’t eat for long periods. I literally start staggering around like a drunken old woman. I try to straighten it out but I just can’t. My head goes this way and my feet go that way. I am literally starving and too old to handle it! I walk and walk and at the last minute, I decide to walk all the way down to the Witch House. This is a bad decision. On my way back, I’m intent on getting to the pizza restaurant that I haunt. I’m walking on cobblestones which I have trouble with in the best of times. I almost eat it. I tripped on a cobblestone and almost go flying. Have you done that? My forward trajectory is so far in front of my feet I feel like an airplane about to take off. I’m literally running to keep up with my nose! I am doing this crazy lurching thing, I know I look like a sight. I’ve lost my composure, oh my gawd! After some anxious seconds, I regain my footing. Whew! Okay, I’m good ….. except this helpful idiot decides to come up to me and tell me he saw me trip. He was like, “Uh, I saw you do that.” Okay, and …. That’s all he said. He seemed sympathetic, not ugly at all so I say, thank you(?). He walks off. Okay. I can only surmise that he has done the very same thing and just wanted me to know that he has shared my experience? Hell, I don’t know, just get me to my pizza. Feet don’t fail me now! When I get to the pizza joint, my mouth is literally watering. I sit quietly and wait. I swear I will never let myself get this hungry again. I’m feeling woozy, sweaty. They finally call my number, ahhhhhhhhh yes.

And yet another day in Salem for me. I wonder what the next two days will bring? (shiver)

Love you all, Janet

November 2, 2012 – Last Day in Salem

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , on May 12, 2017 by Janet Glenn

Oh dear, this one is hard to write.  This trip has kicked my butt every since I got here.  Unrest till the bitter end.  It only lets up when I stepped on the airplane to leave.

But I’m getting ahead of myself here.  When I woke up, the fact that I am leaving hit me.  No amount of creative financing on my part will let me stay at least one more day.  I’m doomed.  So I commence packing.  OMG, I have a lot more than I started with!  So I sit on the floor with a pile of everything that is mine surrounding me and my suitcase.  This is an activity that I do not relish!  Somehow, with great concentration and effort, I get everything in.  I even loaded up my computer/camera bag with as much as I could!

Okay, good.  There it is … and as I turn around, I see my new perfume (in purple tissue paper) (my winnings for the Salem photo contest I might add) sitting there on the nightstand.  parfumOh well, I’ll just put it in my purse.  I want to use it after I shower anyway.  I leave the rest of my Hurricane Sandy supplies for the maids.

So I shower, spritz and dress and make my bumbling way down to the front desk to pay.  Turns out … remember when I told them NOT to charge it to the Credit Card on file (which belonged to my good friend)?  “Charge it to my Debit Card, pweeze!”  So they give me a ridiculously low bill to pay.  I look up confused expecting the bill to be much higher.  And the lady says, “Oh, when you checked out Sunday (to go to the airport), we charged the bill to the Credit Card on file.  When you returned that same day and checked back in, well, we opened it again with the same Credit Card (smiling).”  So there it is.  They charged the WHOLE BILL to my friend’s Credit Card!  That is not what I wanted to happen!  I promised my friend that that would not happen!  But there it is.  Another dark cloud over this trip.

So my ride arrives and believe it or not, the ride was uneventful all the way to the airport!  I can’t believe it!  Hoping that I will end this trip on a peaceful note, I go into the airport.  Hmmm, line’s not too long, not like the other day at least.  I check in, pay my baggage check fee (highway robbery) and head on over to Security.

I begin to move through Security  but as I get my computer bag and purse and shoes up on the conveyor, I hear the guard say, “No liquids over 3 ounces.  No liquids over 3 ounces.”  I stop in my tracks and think, “My perfume?”  I reach into my purse to look at my perfume.  It’s 4 ounces.  I say to the lady, “But my perfume is 4 ounces.”  She coldly replies, “Sorry ma’am, you will have to throw it away.”  I stare at her all wide-eyed with disbelief.  “But I can’t throw it away.”  “You can’t take anything over 3 ounces aboard the plane, ma’am, now move along,” she retorts.  I think she is enjoying this.  I again try, “But I can’t believe you won’t let me.  It’s just an ounce for cripes sake.”  She offers, “Do you have a friend here that can come get it?”  “No, no friends, here or anywhere for that matter.”  “Well, you can go back and check it,” she tries.  I look down at my perfume in my hands as she interjects, “Ma’am, you will have to move along.  You are holding up the line.”  By this time, I’m in tears and all of these people in line are watching …. even enjoying … the whole fucking ordeal.  I look at the guard while holding my perfume as she says once again, “The trash can is right there.”  I turn and look and with my heart completely broken, I walk over to the trash can and drop my perfume in purple tissue paper, my winnings from the Salem photo contest, into the trash can.  That is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.  Those fucking certificates laid around my room for fucking 2 years!  For 2 years I had to keep tabs on those certificates so I would be sure not to lose them.  I so looked forward to coming to Salem to spend them.  And now this.  If you would have told me 2 years ago that I would end up having to throw my winnings away, I would have been shocked and dismayed.

So I move on enduring the rest of the hoops that Security makes you jump through.  I then sit down to put on my shoes and arrange my bag.  I am really trying not to cry.  I see tears dropping on my shoes as I put them on.  I am so damn mad.  I haven’t been this mad in a very long time.  And then, as I sit there fussing with this and that all the while seeing my tears drop on my shoes and bag, I hear the Security lady saying something over my head, “I’m really sorry about that.”  I don’t even look up.  I don’t want her to see I’m crying and wishing more than anything to close my hands around her throat and …. she moves on.  “Good decision because you got one pissed off bitch here entertaining the idea of your demise.”  Somehow an apology doesn’t make it better.

I understand it was my fault out of my own ignorance.  This is one of the downfalls of traveling alone.  There is no one there to watch over you and tell you your mistakes.  I did know there was a restriction on liquids but it had completely slipped my mind.  Well, I guess someone out there got a nice bottle of perfume wrapped in purple tissue paper.  You can’t tell me that they don’t go through those trash cans and pull out the good stuff.  Yup, someone out there got my winnings for the Salem photo contest.  I got nothing.

Now as I move on to find somewhere to sit, I am inconsolable.  I sit there and cry in front of God and everybody right there in the Boston airport.  I don’t care who sees me cry.  I just cry.  My heart is broken.  That photo contest was the one thing I did good in my life.  It wasn’t first place because that’s the story of my life but it was a good 2nd place out of about 1,000 photographers.  And the postcard … the postcard for God’s sake!  All gone and I notice this one lady across the way really watching me intently.  I met her eyes 2 or 3 times and I’m thinking that maybe she will come over and comfort me is some way.  But no, that’s ridiculous to think, she just sits there and stares at me.

As I cry, I decide to call Jason.  I am completely shattered and my voice is broken as I cry.  When I hear his voice, I cry even harder.  Do you do that?  Well, I do.  It’s hard to speak.  He immediately freaks upon hearing me.  He thinks something horrific happened to me … and something did!  But when I tell him I had to throw my perfume away at Security, I can hear the relief in his voice and he laughs incredulously and says, “Your perfume?  This is about your perfume?”  I can barely talk but I try to explain it to him.  It’s the principle of the matter.  The perfume was the winnings from something I was very proud of myself for – the Salem photo contest!  So Jason says, “Okay, I’ll buy you another one.”  And somehow that makes me feel a bit better.  I tell him, “No, I’ll buy it.”  I realize I’ll have to live with yet another disaster on this trip for the rest of my life.

Finally, it is time to board the airplane.  As I enter the jet-way, I feel relief and I’m glad to be out of there.  No tearing myself away now.  I can’t get away fast enough!  I count every minute of that flight and I am the first to stand up when the airplane stops.  Get me the fuck out of here!

As I sit and wait for my ride home from the airport, I go over the trip in my mind.  I see that I never should have gone on this trip.  I should have stayed home.  I realize that all of it was my fault.  The whole trip was my failure to know all the things that I should and to prepare and use good judgment.  Really?  Me?  Ha!

Love you all,


Afterthoughts – Strange thing this.  My very first day in Salem 2009 concerned an experience with fragrance and the very last chapter on the last day I stayed in Salem yet again concerned my experience with fragrance.  Don’t know if this really means a thing or is some weird cycle in my life.  Oh well, I guess I’ll know after I die.  

And they quit making that particular perfume, I can’t find it anywhere now. It figures…..

…….. and I waited 3 hours for my ride to pick me up at the Airport. Geeezzzz, is there an end to this madness?

Nope, I guess not! A dog chewed up my beautiful witch’s hat. I’m done!

See you later, spookies!


November 1, 2012 – Day After Halloween

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , on April 16, 2017 by Janet Glenn

I’ve always hated the day after Halloween. It’s all over and I have a full 365 days to wait until next year. Hmmmm. But anyway, I’m looking at a whole day and night in Salem at this point. So what to do? Oh, I’m kidding, you know. I always know what I’m going to do in Salem … always!

Today I plan on spending my certificates for winning the Salem photo contest in 2010. I was a very solid 2nd place! And then as luck would have it, the folks in Salem decided to make my 2nd place winner a Salem postcard. There it is and it appears up at the tops of this blog. header.jpgAnd then, when I picked up the Salem 2011 Tourist Guide, they used another one of my photos there as well! You can see that at the top of this blog as well! It’s the one with the little orange house. header2.jpgAs you can imagine, I was totally shocked and surprised. I never dreamed anything like that would happen!

So I tell you that to tell you this. I’m anxious and excited to spend my certificates worth $50 and I know just where I’m going. They have a thrift shop here and it’s so interesting. Yup, I’m going there to spend my winnings. So I go, I show them my certificates with pride and they turn me down quite soundly. Nope, they don’t take them. Hmmmm. So then they tell me to go talk to the Salem Chamber of Commerce. And where might they be, pray tell? Just down Essex Street not too far from where we are now. So I gather up my pride and disappointment and walk out. I don’t know why but that actually hurt my feelings. They made me feel ridiculous and stupid and that’s not pleasant. So I go in search of the Salem Chamber of Commerce so I can see where I can spend these things.

When I arrive, I rap on the door and they let me enter. It was just like that. They were locked up tight with some sort of security bars on the door. At first they don’t know what I’m talking about so I haul out the certificates yet again and, “Oh, yeah, we know these!” They give me a pamphlet with the “acceptors” and send me on my way. I pout just a bit since they didn’t even ask about my photo but…. as soon as I step out into the world again (it was really dark in there), I look for the thrift shop on the list and yep, there they are! What a bunch of dumb asses! There is no way I would go back there and show them the list and buy something. Ain’t no fucking way! But I do see Sophia’s and I’ve always wanted to go there so I make my way. This place is so lovely but although they have such beautiful merchandise, I’m having a hard time finding something. I do want to get a pill tin and I did ($5). Hmmm, let me look around … and there, over there, there it is! I see beautiful perfume bottles with cottage roses on the front. Aww, roses and perfume. Yes, that’s me! That’s what I want! parfumI very carefully select my favorite fragrance and the lady wraps it in beautiful purple tissue paper … did I say perfect? Now I’m smelling really good as I leave the shop. I love my perfume and it makes me feel really proud of myself for winning that contest. Oh, how I love my photography!

So now I make my way back to the ancient cemetery with my big, beautiful tree. Yes, I am a tree hugger; at least with that one I am! Oh, what a happy surprise! The squirrels are there gathering their acorns and playing. Oh, how I love taking photos of animals. And today, everything seems to be going good. I can’t even take a bad picture at the moment. It all “clicks” somehow. Even the tombstones seem to be joining in the fun! Here’s some of my shots of the squirrels, the tombstones and sunset in Salem. Sunset in Salem is absolutely a magical time. I’ve never seen anything like it! So I click and I click and I click and click! If I didn’t know better, I’d say those tombstones look like they’re posing as well! Here’s a few of the shots I got on this wonderful day with the stormy sky.

Oh my goodness, it appears to be getting dark now. I get a few photos of the Salem Witch Walk’s lighting falling on the tombstones. It is so hard tearing myself away at this point. Lord, the struggles I go through in this little town!

Oh, and this one. A lovely doorway on the way back to my hotel.

I am pondering. What shall I do with my last night in Salem? I walk … and walk! I would be skinny if I lived here. I think I walk for miles while I’m here. Hmm, I don’t think, I know! I go into the Mall one last time. Nothing going on here. Most everything is closed up tight. Halloween is over, you know. It’s like in an old western on TV. All the buildings are closed and silent with the occasional tumbleweed blowing down the middle of the street. Can’t you just see it? Now all I would need is Clint Eastwood’s ghost to appear. Oh wait, he’s not dead. Oh well, anyway….

See youse later!


October 31, 2012 – Salem Day 6 – Happy Halloween! – Part 2

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 23, 2016 by Janet Glenn

Now we will commence with Part 2 of our Halloween day!

I now must go to the cemetery, Old Burying Point, and photograph the monsters that are passing through.  My, I have found so many!  Even the tombstones seem to be participating in their way with me and my photos. There’s the tour guide at the Salem Witch Walk. I think I’ll send him this photo. I think he will like it!

Happy Halloween!

Halloween in Salem 2012

Halloween in Salem 2012

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Halloween in Salem 2012

And there are the assorted buildings, the Witch Memorial, all being presented during the setting of the sun. Ah, the beautiful sunset in Salem settling so gracefully in the stormy sky here in a most ancient cemetery.

Halloween Sunset

Halloween Sunset in Salem

And then, the most wonderful thing! I was standing at the topmost corner of the Witches Memorial. I happily find that this is a fantastic vantage point for taking photos of the cemetery and it’s happenings. Someone asks to take my photo and I’m always happy to accommodate. But now, in a solitary moment, I turn around to face the sunset, and a gust of very cold wind blows across my face. I moved to face the wind and in that moment, the temperature must have dropped at least 30 degrees.  Within a few moments I was freezing and longing to go back to my room.  Salem weather … yes, you just never know when you will be caught in the enchanted moment of a sudden gust of cold wind in Salem.  But shit!  Now I’m frickin’ cold!  I shall walk back to the Doom & Gloom Hotel and change into my Halloween best.  It’s long about 7:00 or 8:00 pm now.  Just enough time to wander through the streets of Salem in hopes of getting a photo or two on Halloween night!

Ah, all dressed for Halloween in Salem.  I go outside with much expectation!  It’s funny, this photographer-looking dude … I mean, he’s got all the bells and whistles … approaches me and asks if he can get a photo of me.  Yes, I am that beautiful!  (hee)  Of course, I’m happy to oblige!  So I stand there somewhat posing and he fiddles with this and fusses with that and finally, snap!  No flash, so we try again.  I stand there while he gets his hands going here, there and everywhere.  He’s so confused!  I realize he’s brand new at this and I KNOW how he feels!  He tries again.  Nope, didn’t work.  Now he’s pretty much mortified and I feel badly for him.  Maybe I should take it for him?  Huh? Anyway, want to try one more time?  Nope, it’s a bust but he thanks me and wanders off.  Oh well, at least he is learning and man, have I ever been there!

I walk back around and see if the band that I saw a couple of years ago is playing and yup, there they are!  From what I’ve heard from them, they are pretty much a Beatles cover band but they do it good!  They’ve got a large crowd gathered before them …. and they are dancing and being quite rowdy! That’s a good sign!




And there he is, the blonde English guy.  Now I don’t know if he’s English but he wears the English shirt with the Union Jack on it so he looks English.  Hmmmm.  I stand and watch for awhile and I move more toward the front and he seems to recognize me!  From 2 years ago?!  It’s got to be my hat!  It is…. I watch him play for awhile longer as that gold wedding band flashes in my eyes as he plays his guitar.  Nope, don’t want none of that!  Did that once and I felt like the wicked witch of the west!  Not pleasant!

So now, I’m on my way….

I continue walking through the Halloween streets of Salem taking a photo here and there while I go.  Then I hear this guy say something about someone (probably me) taking pictures of people they don’t even know.  Now how the “F” does he know if I know these people or not?  Of course, that’s assuming he’s referring to me.  Grrrr, just shut the fuck up!  No one asked you!  It made me feel really stupid there for a moment or two and then I thought, “Wow, that pretty much puts the media right out of business, doesn’t it?”  That guy is a dumb ass.  Just think how it would be if we all could only take pictures of people we know.  If that’s the case, then I’m screwed!  No more trips to Salem to catch photos of people in Halloween costumes!  Moving on….

Soooo, I really would love to see the fireworks signaling the end of Haunted Happenings.  I know that two years ago I had a beautiful view from the top floor of the Hawthorne Hotel but this year, I’m on the ground.  I’m not staying at the Hawthorne but let me tell you, this is the last time that I won’t stay there!  I’ll be staying there next year!

So, I make my way to the Salem Common and stand in a place where I think I can see the fireworks.  I know where I can get a better vantage point but I’m staying here.  Watching this crowd with the Salem Witch Museum in the background is fascinating.


And there they go!  I can just see them over the roof of the castle which is the home of the Salem Witch Museum.  Not such a good view.  Most I can’t see but there’s always next year.  Oh, and look!  There’s those gorgeous horses that the Salem Police ride.  Unfortunately, they signal the end of all the Halloween festivities for this year.

I am reluctant to leave.  I feel sadness knowing that it’s over until next year.  I look around.  A sea of people are pouring out of the Common.  The horses and the cops astride them are going in to police out the Common.  I stand and watch the activities around me for awhile.  I’m supposed to leave tomorrow and go home.  Hmmmm….


I think of having that experience at the Boston airport a few days ago.  God, it seems like years ago when that happened.  I was stranded!  And now I think about having to leave.  Well, shit.  Of course, I don’t want to go.  Hmmmm, thinking, pondering, arguing with my inner guidance.

Ooops, I said it. Program interruption here. Join me for a general discourse about my spirit, Essence (and you don’t have to read this if you don’t want but it may shed some light for you)! She’s actually a spirit and I call her “Essence.”  Or should I say she told me who she is.  During a quiet moment in my bedroom, I heard her say, “Hello, I’m Essence!”  I said, “Well, hello Essence!”  I was glad to hear from her and I finally knew her name!  And now it’s like she’s always with me.  “Oh, so you’re the one that I argue with internally all the time! Sometimes things will happen in my life and I feel her absence.  I’m not pleased and I tell her so.  I ask her where she was when I needed her.  Essence says, “I am here, you just only have to listen, or be aware of the impressions.”  Most times she speaks but sometimes it’s a feeling or words or a song repeating over and over in my head.  Sometimes she’s a nag!  Nag, nag, nag!  I cover my ears and tell her to shut up!  You can imagine the reaction from the people who are around me … or maybe they just think I’m talking on my phone.  Sometimes Essence literally takes matters into her hands and completely goes over me when I’ve really got myself into a fix.  On several occasions she literally puts words in my mouth.  If I’m really doing something that is WRONG, I speak words that I had no intentions of saying to correct the situation.  I don’t even know I’m going to say them and boy, am I surprised when I do!  But it’s always the right thing to do, always.  I know Essence is with me, bless her.  She is a God-send in the truest sense of the word!

Okay, back to the program. My how I do run on!  So, I decide not to leave tomorrow.  I’ll leave on Friday instead!  Strange how everything has brightened!  Two more nights in Salem (and Essence is as quiet as a mouse).  Well, alrighty then, I’m going to take some photos tomorrow!

At this point, I begin to make my way back to the hotel.  Halloween is over.  Such a letdown.  Man, I hate that.  It has been an interesting trip though – even if at my expense!

Luvs and Happy Halloween!


Gimme some truth

Posted in Janet on July 27, 2016 by Janet Glenn

Tonight, I took Jason by Whataburger at around 1:30 am. My apparel: My blue granny flannel nightgown, mid-calf length, my furry leopard pajama bottoms, furry white house shoes with black spots and all of it topped with one of my Salem sweatshirts that goes down to my knees with an arched-back black cat on front with the caption, “Salem, Massachusetts, Where Magic Lives.” I asked Jason what he thought of my new outfit and he said I look like a “Bag Witch.” Aw ha! I’ve created my next Halloween costume!

October 31, 2012 – Salem Day 6 – Happy Halloween! – Part 1

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , , , on May 30, 2015 by Janet Glenn

Hello lovies, it’s freaking Halloween!  Are all my monsters ready for the big day?  Our day to howl *eeeoooowwwww* and a big screeeeech!  So let’s commence with Halloween day!

I don’t know if y’all know but I have a gigantic Halloween/Ghost/Celebrity Morgue/Crypt and whatever the hell turns up site.  I’ve always called it Halloween’s Unseen in keeping with its ghostly theme.  It works really nice for those of you that can’t get out on Halloween.  It has a few scares and things that are gross and entertaining at the same time.  And it all has been created by me over the last 15 years.  It has really grown!  You just never know what you’ll come across.  It’s like a Halloween Fun House but not for children or the squeamish.  It can be beautiful, sad and incredibly humorous but always enchanting.  I’ve had almost 4 million hits!Halloween's Unseen

So I tell you this because if by chance you are not doing anything on Halloween or perhaps you just don’t want to go out or can’t go out even, well, you can just pop over to good old Halloween’s Unseen and have a ghoulish good time.Halloween's Unseen  You can just sit back and let me entertain you!  Here’s the link in Transylvania:  http://halloweensunseen.com if you need it but you can access it by clicking on the orange or blue links right here in this post.  That’s the ticket!  You can start there on the first page and read my entries for my essays and then bop on down to the middle of the page for the links.  You can also look for the little “next” buttons on each page and just drive around the whole site.  It’s really more fun that way because you won’t miss a thing.  It’s a big old trip so hop on my broom with me and let’s take a ride!  Oh and mustn’t forget, turn up the sound!  The music and sound effects are a very important part of each page!

So, we must commence with my Halloween Day in Salem!  I think this Halloween Day can best be presented by a showing of my photos taken on this day.  I took many!  Firstly, I placed myself at a convenient point on the Pedestrian Mall and shot photos of all the monsters and the assorted crew passing by.  It, as always, is a peaceful, quiet gathering of costumes.  It’s almost reverent!  I can hear the large drums off in the distance and the occasional singer in the bandstand next to me.  Halloween on the Pedestrian Mall in Salem is always so pleasant.  It’s unlike any other place I’ve been.  As you can see in the photos, the Halloween sky is still stormy from Hurricane Sandy.  It makes for lovely lighting on this wonderful day.

Salem Haunted Happenings

Salem Haunted Happenings

Salem 2012

Salem Halloween 2012

Salem Halloween 2012

Salem Halloween 2012

Salem Happenings

Salem Haunted Happenings

Salem Haunted Happenings

Salem Haunted Happenings

Salem Haunted Happenings

Salem Haunted Happenings

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

And, of course, my glamour shots. This is one of my specialties … Halloween glamour shots!

Salem Haunted Happenings


Salem Haunted Happenings

Salem Haunted Happenings

Salem Beauty 2012

Kindly move on to Part 2 of this Halloween day in Salem! See you there!  http://wp.me/p2lHAl-fs


October 30, 2012 – Salem Day 5 – The Day After Frankenstorm or Where the Heck am I and How the Heck did I get Here?

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , , on March 31, 2014 by Janet Glenn

salemstormdayafterAnd it dawns another new day in Salem, Massachusetts. The day before Halloween and all seems to be well. As I look out the window, everything is unchanged although that bright sunlight is clearly not necessary. I shield my eyes and walk away from that window. It looks like the tail-end of the storm out there. The sun is trying to break through the clouds. At this point I feel like Bela Lugosi throwing his arm up to shield his eyes to protect himself from either the sun or a crucifix. It just dawned on me that I don’t think I’ve ever actually written the word “crucifix.” Hmm, idle minds, busy fingers . . . oh hell, I don’t know.

So it certainly looks like I will be able to accomplish what I have planned on this day. I want to walk up and down Derby to catch some more photos of the Harbour area that’s for sure. Next stop PIZZA then visit a bookstore, go to a wine tasting and catch more photos of the Witch House and stuff. Oh, and mustn’t forget, I have to cash in my gift certificates for winning 2nd place in the photo contest right here in Salem in 2010. I’m really excited to buy myself something that I really want here in Salem for winning the contest. Hmmm, why am I having this feeling of pending doom? Oh, but I shant give too many hints of things to come! Okay, first stop Derby Street!

salemharborhouse3Very nice to be walking outside today. I don’t see any storm damage at all. The beautiful Friendship is right where she was and looks simply splendid. This shot here, well, I’ve literally seen hundreds of these. For photographers this building is perfectly placed for beautiful photos. Perfect angles, rule of thirds! And here’s one of mine! On second thought, there does seem to be some new wood on this building. Damage indeed? Oh and here, this lady told me to take a picture of her dog. She didn’t ask me, she told me. “Here, take a picture of my dog.” Alrighty.


As I continue down Derby I am reminded once again how beautiful Salem can be but at the same time look run down and old. It is lovely nevertheless and here are a few photos I captured.











So there it is. The weather is quite strange today. As I am walking, it starts to rain, stops, starts, stops and stops and starts! Shit, I’m so confused! I’m trying to take pictures AND not get my camera wet. In, out, around, shit!

Another thing I’m experiencing. There’s been some sort of crossover here. Tourists are not much welcome anymore. I remember that once I was backing up to get a shot of the Witch House and I stepped back on the sidewalk and accidently stepped in front of an awful looking witch/lady/resident and she told me off but good. She really creeped me out. She looked like a bad old witch for real! I apologized and got away from her. The old hag. Yes, there are witches in Salem!

But back, I am noticing that the store merchants around here pretty much suck. Not friendly, cold, barely talk . . . until you pull your money out. Oh ya, they warm right up then. This particular dude, what a disappointment this. Of all the times I’ve been to Salem, I’ve always admired his fucking storefront. I’ve taken about a hundred of photos, one being what I think is a pretty good ghostly event. So, I now decide to go on in and see just what this is about. I am looking for gifts to bring home, and here? No witch shop this! I stop in, lots a stuff here. I see this grumpy looking dude sitting behind the counter at a cash register. As I’m walking around, looking at this and that, I keep looking at him trying to catch his eye so I can smile at him….. No dice. He’s looking everywhere but at me. Just like in Red’s. Won’t even look at me. I walk this way in front of him and that way in front of him and nothing. Not one glance. Just stares out the window. Well, shit. Why do I expect these people to be nice to me while I’m trying to buy something from them? Tell me, who’s wrong here? Ya, I know, they’re sick of tourists like me trying very hard to not only have them like me but to take my money for his little trinkets that are made in China for fuck’s sake. I continue my bewildered searching and I’m really having a tough time here finding something. For some reason, I really do want to buy something from here. Don’t ask me why! Eeez a mystery to me, Senor. Ah, ha! I love these! Little pewter key chains with a witch on a broom and Salem, Ma on it. What a fucking novel idea! I’ve just got to have it! Fuck that, I must have it! So, I grab two and then grab another version of the said witch/broom combo for a friend of mine. (Yes, I have friends….) Oh, now, we’re warming up. I make my way to the counter and I smile at the dude. Witch/Broom ComboHe gives me this, “if I smile, my face will crack” sort of look as I gently lay my treasures before him. I am now full on staring at him, looking for some sign of life and look … yes, there it is! A full on bona fide glance up in my direction! Oh, I feel so special, so, so lucky! He rings me up in silence and then actually tells me how much I owe him. And, and could it be? A shadow of a smile plays across his mouth. Oh, I just shiver all over at this . . . and hand him a bill or two. He makes my change, places my treasures in a little Halloween bag and almost, what? He, yes, I can almost see it! And with great effort put forth, the man mumbles, “Thank you,” with just the touch of a smile again playing around his lips. And that’s it. That’s all I get. I can actually see the curtain close across his eyes. I’m so out of here, after-life kid!

Ok, probably will not visit that place again even if I really like his storefront. Now, which way? I take a few more photos and I decide on going to this bookstore that I’ve had my eye on every time I’ve been here. Halloween is actually tomorrow so I need to get these small journeys out of the way.

I walk over to the bookstore all the while feeling excited about the book I want to buy. A book, any book, love books! I would quite simply die without my books! No shit, not kidding! So there it is, and I walk in. Oh my gawd!!! Books, everywhere and I’m not kidding, stacks and stacks, floor to ceiling, literally tightly bound so they won’t fall on you. There’s just the tiniest little aisle that you walk down. It’s like a maze because you can’t see out. You only see books stacked around you, tied together so they won’t fall on you. I try to look at them to see something I want and I’m completely overwhelmed. One title blurs into a hundred more, top and bottom and all around. Derby Square Books I look up to see where the cash register is. I don’t see it. I can’t see out of the aisle I’m in so I step over into what looks like the main aisle and I still don’t see it. I only see the door leading out. I figure I’ll find it soon enough and I continue to marvel at the actual condition of this place. It’s really filthy in here and suddenly this odor assails me. I noticed it when I entered. I figured it would just go away like all good odors do but this one? No dice. It’s not going anywhere. It’s staying right here and it’s getting bigger. I mean bigger, bigger and bigger. Not sure I can take this but I continue on looking at book titles stacked all the way to the ceiling, way over my head. There’s a few pathetic paper signs hanging here and there telling subjects and such but what a pitiful effort it is indeed. And now whilst dealing with all this, I suddenly hear very loudly a “Jesus-freak” outside on the Mall with his bullhorn full-on telling me that I’m going to fry if I don’t accept Jesus as my Savior. Oh must I deal with this too right here, right now? How much more can I take at this moment? This guy’s horn sounds like he’s standing right in the doorway of this freaky-ass bookstore! I retreat back more toward the back of the store and put a few thousand books between me and the religious, yelling man outside. I look for the proprietor of this place to see his reaction to the unrest but this dude is old, I mean very old. Not much help there! So I continue to fall back more toward the back of the store to get away from that horrid noise! But then, now the odor has become a full-on stench! There’s a back room back there and the stench is very strong the closer you get to it. At this point, I look down and to my surprise (hee!), the floor looks like it hasn’t been swept in probably 30 years or so. Lots and lots of dust-bunnies but not your normal dust-bunnies these! No, no, no, no, no! These are full-grown little evil looking sons-of-bitches. These are not cute! They’re full grown and looking for some ass to kick. Yup, and do you want to know another little unpleasantry about dust-bunnies? Well, do you know what dust-bunnies really are? They are not dust, they are human skin! We shed our skin and it collects into dust-bunnies! Truth! But now, as I draw near to the mysterious back room, I stop dead in my tracks. The stench, the stench has now become so strong! Let me tell you about how it smells. Ok kiddies? It smells like must, yes, there’s that. Must, must, musty old must. 80-year old must, coupled with just pure on, hell ya, stinky, stanky ass smell! Ass that has not been washed in, well, ever. Let me say, it just ass stinks. Mixed with musty, must and it’s strong! As I really hope it’s not coming from their bathroom, I shrink away, moving back toward the front. Whoops, wrong turn but I found where you check out, I think. It’s this tiny opening in stacks and stacks of ceiling-high books. Just a small slit of an opening. You peek through it to see the clerk taking your money but you can’t see him because the slit is so thin. You just have enough room to shove your money through and wait for your change and receipt to be shoved back at you. Now I only observe this because I did not buy anything in the store. Try though as I may, I never saw a single book I wanted. I didn’t want to ask for a book that was tied down up in the stacks. I figured it’s just too much bother, too much trouble. And the stench, well, I just have to go. I am the hell out of here. I wave and wink at the Jesus-freak as I go by. Ah, hell, I don’t know why. I’m sure he gets tired of people hating on him just like he hates on people. Somehow that 80s song “Round and Round” by Ratt comes to mind. “Round and round, what comes around goes around, I’ll tell you why, dig . . . .” Okay out, thank the Lord that sits atop this madhouse, I’m out.

PamplemousseOn to the wine-tasting . . . and I missed it by a few minutes but the girl is still there and tells me about the wine that she’s pedaling of which I might add, is still sitting right in front of her … still open. Now you’d think she would have snuck a thimble-full to me but no, nada, nothing. I browse around for awhile but damn it I wanted that little taste of wine. I wanted it bad. Funny, I don’t even hardly drink but I guess my ego still wants it. I mustn’t ever be told no, I can’t have something because you can bet your sweet ass that I will want it! So I buy a bottle of wine for myself. So there, see?

Salem Halloween HouseOkay, tomorrow is Halloween and what a Halloween treat is this house! It’s actually quite hard to believe that I’m in Salem, Mass, the Halloween capital of the world! But there it is and I suppose I should get some rest this evening. I’ve walked a lot today, as always in Salem. That’s half the fun, right? I go to the cemetery to hug my tree and tell it good night. I love my tree.

I make my way around to my hotel. Oh boy, I have lots of junk food left over from the storm. I guess I’ll have some cereal and call it a day. It feels strange to not have to watch the weather every friggin’ minute. It still looks stormy out though. Maybe it will rain. I know, I’m never happy!

Love you freakies! I’ll see you on Halloween!


October 29, 2012 – Day 4 – Super Stormy Day in Salem!

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , on January 12, 2014 by Janet Glenn

OMG, what is wrong with the people in Salem?

I awoke as par usual expecting a strange day in Salem, and strange is exactly what I got!

witchintheskyI talked straight away with Jason. He’s still very perturbed with me and is absolutely convinced that this day will be my last on this planet. Silly goose, I ain’t going nowhere. I attempt to calm him, after all, I am immortal, right? Being a witch, I will simply grab my broom and ride above the super storm until it abates and then, I will land gently back down on the blessed earth and continue on my blissful way here in Salem. Right? Well, Jason is not convinced knowing that I would never be able to get my fat ass off the ground. Broom or no broom, this ass ain’t going nowhere. I then assure Jason that nothing will be amiss as this day goes forward. I am sure of it. I then call my bestie, Dash, and leave an assuring message and now I will be on my way.

As there is no rain and wind that I can see so far, I decide to go out and about in Salem. I suppose that the storm will not get here until this evening so I take the opportunity to go have lunch at Red’s.

The streets are deserted. Everyone is in hiding. The Pedestrian Mall looks so strange being empty of tourists this time of year. I make my way over to Red’s. As I enter, it now becomes my first ever crappy experience at Red’s. I walk in and there is the absence of the friendly greeting I’ve grown accustomed to in this establishment. Actually no one says a word and no one will meet my eyes with theirs. Odd. I feel oddly alone. I sit at the first . . . what do you call it? You know, those little diner things. It’s where all the single folks sit to eat, you know, like eating at a counter. Oh gawd, I don’t know. Whatever the shit it’s called, I sat down at it. So I sit here and wait and wait. lookatmeNo one will look at me. No one will acknowledge my presence. I try to meet someone’s eyes and they seem to be looking at a spot in the middle of my forehead. They look but they aren’t looking at me like meeting my eyes. Still no one comes forward to wait on me. Odd. I know I’m not invisible, at least not yet! This goes on for some minutes and by now I’m feeling uncomfortable. I look around and the restaurant is pretty much empty. Now that’s a clue. There is a couple of people over there eating and talking with their waitress about being stranded in Salem. Well, good gawd almighty, I’m stranded here too . . . and being totally ignored at Red’s? At Red’s? As I’m sure you must surmise by now, I have had this same experience before on this crazy trip. So, finally one good-hearted lady comes over to me and moves me over to her section and my every wish is her desire. Bless her heart. She is so nice to me. She knows what all those bitches are doing to me. It is now a game to me so I try several times to catch the eyes of the Cashier and she just won’t do it. She knows I’m trying to catch her eyes but the silly bitch absolutely refuses! Fire the bitch! I don’t know why I’m surprised at this turn of events. My personal waitress brings everything I want and need, even fussing over me and making sure my leftovers are wrapped up nice and snug. She tells me that I might need it later when the storm rolls in. Oh how I love the sound of that. I’m so excited! She pats me and sends me on my merry way and she got one hell of a big tip from me! And no, in case you are wondering, the Cashier never looked at me. Even while taking my money, not one glimpse. Crazy, silly bitch. People like me pay your fucking salary! Not a very bright bitch indeed….

Okay out, it has begun to rain! I debate. Should I go back to the hotel or hit CVS one more time for some junk food. At this point, I don’t know what the hell is going to happen tonight with this storm and all. I seriously try to not think of what could happen with this storm. I’m just not going there. Not now. I’m not normally a chicken shit bitch, but there is a small part of me that is literally freaking out! I can hear this loud screeching noise somewhere inside me. Some part of me is having a hissy fit. What if? What if, you? Ahh, the unknown. I love the unknown but somehow right now I don’t! Man, I’m not scared. I ain’t scared of nothing! Hmmm, I’m not convincing myself at all. Do you do that? Argue with yourself? I do and I always win. Hee!

hurricanesandyOkay, get real. Here I am, utterly alone, 1,600 miles from home. Do you know how far that is? I’m almost in Canada and I live in Texas on the Gulf Coast! That’s one hell of a long way! And I got this monster storm on its way. I should be scared. And somewhere inside me, I am scared as hell! But I don’t own it. If I did, I would lose my mind. Don’t you just love these predicaments I get myself into? Makes me feel like Lucy! But really, look at that storm. This is what Jason is freaking out over. It does look like I’m under the thick middle of it up here doesn’t it? Yup, I’m right under the thick middle of it.

hurricanefoodSo now I make my way on over to CVS. This CVS has been my safe haven many times during my past trips to Salem. I remember one Halloween here in Salem, I was so friggin’ cold that I stepped into CVS just to get warm. I wasn’t staying in Salem at the time and I had nowhere to get warm. I walked around and acted like I was shopping. Oh the warmth felt so good, like a warm blankie being wrapped around me. Anyway, I go on in and pick up a few more things. The employees are complaining because they can’t leave early because of the storm and all. And the mystery of why I was treated so badly at Red’s is solved. They were trying to leave! If they didn’t want any customers in there, why didn’t they just lock the door? They close at 3:00 pm anyway! They were just being bad ass bitches. Not a very nice way to treat people that are stranded in their city a long way from home with no where to go.

I now step out of CVS and it’s raining, hard. There’s wind. Like I’ve said many times before, Salem weather will kick your ass and now with this storm? Lord almighty, it’s going to get real tonight! Standing here under this awning, I tighten up my act. Crazy thing this, I actually have on a hoodie under my floor-length coat. Dang, I’m going to need it now. My stupid umbrella gave up the ghost a long time ago. It simply turned inside out and died. I hope I don’t do that! Anyway, pull up my hood, make sure my camera is tucked snugly under my coat, pull everything in close and walk. I do believe the storm is beginning. It’s quite a long walk from here to my hotel. So I decide to take the long way back. Why? Because everything in Salem is an “event” to me and I will savor the long walk back in this weather. I will never have this opportunity again – never. So off I go. Wow, this is tough going. I’m getting soaked but I don’t care. I’m loving it! Looking around, it seems that I’m the only one out here. There are cars going by but I don’t see another soul. I’m the only maniac out here enjoying this bad ass weather. Love it! Did I say I love it? Oh there, I see my hotel now. I see the lights, it’s beginning to get dark. Oh rapture! Yes, my hotel with the Salem Harbour behind it and the asshole inside. Dang, walk, walk, walk and walk. I’m kind of wanting to get there at this point. This wind is kicking my ass and the rain…. Dang! I’m soaked … and almost there. I’m literally walking through hard rain with no umbrella, just a hood over my head. I love the experience. The hotel draws near, closer, closer, I reach for the door handle, pull and step through . . . and silence, dry, sanctuary. I am so enjoying this! I blow into the lobby, wet fall leaves flying in behind me. On up to my room. I am soaked through and through but my camera is safe and sound. That is what’s important after all.

I peel the many layers of wet clothes off and hang things around to dry. I even enjoy taking off each wet item. I believe I’ve become perfectly addled at this point. I’m not even making sense to myself. Now as I take off this last article of clothing, I jump into the shower and then put on my Halloween jammies and socks so I can be comfy cozy while I brave this big storm right here in Salem … all by myself. Oh, I feel a shiver run through me. I mean this is like crazy and I’m enjoying every minute of it!

The Weather Channel is being typically vague. They really ain’t saying a dang thing worth anything. They the hell don’t know. And they keep up with their contemporary bullshit like showing radars and shit to contemporary music. And what’s this “weather on the 8’s?” Only on the 8’s? I’m assuming they mean on the 8’s on a clock’s face, but think about it, that doesn’t make sense either.

stormysalemnightOh dear, I’m not acting right. Why is the Weather Channel suddenly pissing me off? I believe it’s called an absence of activity . . . for me. I mean like now I’m realizing that there’s not much for me to do but wait on the storm. Oh well, I guess I’ll busy myself and watch the water in the toilet slosh back and forth. Huh? Watch the water in the toilet slosh back and forth? What? So now I can only assume that this building is swaying back and forth. Right? Swaying with the wind, right? I’m getting a little anxious here. I look out the window. It’s starting to get dark. Yes, it is raining and I suppose there’s some wind out there. There’s something over there next to a light pole that’s loose and swaying and clanging. Or is it the light pole itself swaying back and forth and clanging with every move? I really can’t tell but the sound is awful and annoying. Ok, yes, it’s raining pretty hard out there and it’s very windy. The conditions are failing pretty rapidly. There are a few cars that I can see but not a soul one. My window is facing the Salem electric plant and the Harbour. You can just see the mastheads of the Friendship and the unsettled water. It’s looking kind of creepy out there and you can see the white caps being blown up on the water.


Yup, looking pretty creepy out this way as well….


Oh, shit yeah, what a perfect time for a horror movie! Let me dim the lights a bit, turn the TV down some so I can hear the sounds of the storm, pop me some corn, grab a coke and snuggle up in the chair and watch the monster marathon. After all, it’s almost Halloween and AMC is loaded tonight! I think I’ll have a glass of wine. I got it at a little witch shop and it’s called “Wicked.” Well, no shit, right? Yup, a glass of wine, that’s the ticket! It doesn’t take much to make me happy … Frankenstorm, Salem and me!

hurricanenightSo here I am engrossed in the movie, feeling warm from the wine and I watch intently as the lights begin to flicker. Huh? The lights? Ok, now I didn’t figure that into the equation. My mind races forward. Ok, no electricity. Did I write this into the story? No, I most certainly did not. I never even thought to buy a candle until now. Gawd, I know better! If these lights go out, it will be pitch black in here. *Looking this way and that* Jason? Dash? Hmmmmm. I suddenly feel better about the Hotel staff being down there. At least I’m not alone. I’m sure they’ve been through this type of thing many times. Oh how I hate being happy that the asshole is probably down there and worse, I may need his help. Just goes to show, you’ve got to be careful how you treat people because you might need them someday. I may need him. What a wicked thing to ponder. I go over and stand by the window looking out. The street lights are on. That’s a good sign. It’s raining hard and the wind is pretty heavy. The rain is coming down in sheets. It’s not like the Hawthorne where you can hear the wind in the eaves. Surprisingly, you can’t hear a thing from outside. This building is pretty sturdy. So to avoid having to be concerned about the lights going out, I will just go to bed. Pitch all the pillows to the floor and grab my little flat one . . . the vampire is at rest. Nighty night freakies!

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