October 14, 2008 by
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

The fiendish friend I like to call the Humboldt hurler!

On a lark I decided to swing back by my favorite haunted house to see how things are progressing. They have— indeed, progressed— what’s more, what their neighbor said last week was true…

IT DOES GET BETTER EACH YEAR! Here are a few highlights of the finished product*. Enjoy!

Mad scientist: check.

Ghoul gnawing on an unarticulated hunk of human flesh: gotcha covered!

What would a Halloween display be without a guillotine? LAME AS HELL, that’s what!

Mummies and ghouls and vampires, oh my!

I can’t really find the words to adequately describe this one. That’s okay. I don’t think there are any.

Dead man walking hanging.

Here’s a neighbor appreciating the final product.

Not only is the haunted house of Humboldt complete, but they’re firing up at night. That means live vomiting, kids! I have it on decent intelligence the vomit might be green this year —but I suppose the only way to find out for certain is to head back at night. As the woman married to the mastermind behind this diabolical creation so sagely said this afternoon:

He’s the one who does this, I just try to keep out of it.

Understood. In more ways than you can possibly imagine, comrade!

Miss Heather

P.S.: This post goes out to Tony and the fab folks on Humboldt. People like you are the reason I live in Greenpoint. YOU ROCK!

*You can see the rest here.


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