I hereby interrupt this 5 months of silence to bring you…Halloween 2012.
So it’s been awhile? I blame the spirits that live in our house for holding us hostage. Hadn’t you heard? 515 is haunted!
Scary, right? Fortunately, Halloween is John’s favorite holiday. So in true John Cheney style, we encouraged the creep factor out of our house’s woodwork, starting with the outside.
A little caution tape, a hanging skeleton, and a “CONDEMNED” sign (found here) helped set the scene for our haunted asylum. Bonus points if you can find the man creeping on the second story.
Our guests were then greeted by the former receptionist who met her untimely death years ago…
Perhaps this guy did it?
Meet the proprietors of this once thriving estate…they may or may not have died the year the asylum was condemned, but have now come back to reclaim their domain.
A sacrificial table paying homage to those suspiciously lost endures, complete with freshly bottled water and fluorescent paint.
Photographs of the former owners and their family continue to be displayed throughout the estate…
One thing is for certain, you should be thankful this guy is chained up.
Though it would probably be best if this one was, too…
Haunted nursery rhymes have not been painted over since the asylum residents of past left their rambling, incoherent messages.
And a strong psychosis-inducing drink continues to be served by the asylum proprietors…their intentions for this so called ‘Black-out Punch’ are yet unknown.
Guests dined on charred appendages from unknown sources…
…and poor Frankie had no idea what would become of him.
The chief nurse is known to keep order through tranquilizing techniques.
And the mad doctor frequently performs experiments of all kinds on his many…visitors…
Welcome to the asylum. Think you could last an evening here?