MacArthur Manor Cemetery

The scariest place in town on Halloween


Rants, musings, and some cool stuff.

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Going well

Posted by saratogahaunt on July 1, 2010 at 12:10 AM Comments comments (0)

Taking a week off starting Friday. Plan on building many props during this time. Will post pics soon.


Posted by saratogahaunt on June 9, 2010 at 9:42 PM Comments comments (0)

Have been picking up a bunch of new props, will take pictures this weekend and post. Can't believe that there are only 144 days left. 


Posted by saratogahaunt on May 3, 2010 at 10:43 PM Comments comments (0)

Looked inside the storage shed today...ugh!:)

Another one.

Posted by saratogahaunt on April 28, 2010 at 10:09 PM Comments comments (3)

Got a good price on a bucky today so I had to grab another one!!! :D


Posted by saratogahaunt on April 26, 2010 at 11:44 PM Comments comments (0)

My first skeleton arrived today. Looks great, I am going to add a few more of them this year. :)


Posted by saratogahaunt on February 19, 2010 at 12:07 AM Comments comments (0)

Found a ton of flickering candles for sale this week, they will really add to the atmosphere of the haunt this year.


Posted by saratogahaunt on February 17, 2010 at 10:47 PM Comments comments (0)

Really toying with doing a Ghostbusters this year, however I don't think anyone under 25 will know who I am. :lol:

Updated pics

Posted by saratogahaunt on January 16, 2010 at 2:26 PM Comments comments (0)

I added two new albums, cemeteries in town and pictures of MacArthur Manor Asylum and various haunted houses around  town.

Cool poem

Posted by saratogahaunt on January 14, 2010 at 11:56 PM Comments comments (0)

I read the poem below on another site and loved it so much that I posted it here and set up a link back to Pumpkinrot's site. He is an artist in more ways than one.

Halloween Poem

Posted by saratogahaunt on January 14, 2010 at 11:44 PM Comments comments (0)

The Halloween Poem by Rot

from PUMPKINROT.COM: What’s Brewing by Rot

He ran out of work and rushed to the store.

Then sped to his home and shot through his door.

With pumpkins and candy and black cardboard cats.

With cornstalks and devils and tiny witch hats.

He strung purple lights and soft orange crepe.

He hung paper bats with two-sided tape.

He gutted the pumpkins, the best in the bin.

He stabbed each some eyes, a nose, and a grin.

He rushed to the lawn – The Front Yard of Fear.

And set up his zombies he built through the year.

He constructed his graveyard with tombstones of foam,

And placed a cloth ghost in its gloomy crypt home.

He dressed his new scarecrow with a hat and a coat,

And staked in a post for a sign that he wrote:

Beware Ye!

Go Back!

Not Safe!

He laughed a small laugh and smiled with pride.

Then scattered some leaves and ran back inside.

He heated up cider and warmed up some pie.

He colored white frosting with goblin-green dye.

He filled giant bowls with popcorn and treats,

Toffee and chocolates and soft sugared sweets.

He changed from his suit and slicked back his hair.

He donned a black cloak and sat in his chair.

He popped in his fangs and gave them a bite.

Then smiled sharp teeth and waited for night.

Now that his planning and hard work was done,

He listened for sounds of laughter and fun!

He imagined kids running in white ghostly sheets.

Hobos and monsters on shadowy streets!

With masks made of plastic and rubber and paint.

He thought he heard children distant and faint!

He pictured their parents, excited and proud,

Escorting small creatures, eager and loud!

They’d spot his great house, then gather and flock.

They’d block up the street and clog up the block!

They’d line up for hours for a look and a treat.

He thought he heard sounds of scurrying feet!

It was only dry leaves swept along by the wind.

He breathed out a sigh, his proud smile thinned.

His dreams and his hopes of Halloween fame

Blew away with the leaves. Nobody came.