October 25, 2017 – Rain and Salem Ghost Stories

Posted in Janet, Salem 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.

Luvs,

Janet

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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,

Janet

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!

Janet

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!

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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.

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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….

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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!

Janet

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

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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

 

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