Castle Blood has been one of my favorite haunted houses to go to since I was in high school. It was one of the first, if not THE first, in the area to let you interact with the costumed characters by giving each group a mission to fulfill. Granted, they make it fairly impossible to fail and the prize is the same every year (vampire teeth), but damn if the decor and costumes aren’t fun to look at.
Twice a season, they offer no-scare daylight trick-or-treat tours for kids. We took Chooch last year and he seemed rather complacent about it. I thought maybe this year he’d be more into it, but all he cared about was seeing Dracula. Seriously, the kid was reenacting Pee Wee’s Alamo performance with all of his “When do we get to see Dracula?” inquiries.
Before embarking on our mission, we had to meet with Gravely in the library, who informed us what three talismans we’d have to be on the lookout for in order to pass the test at the end. This year’s theme was Night of the Vampire or something, so he asked, “What can you tell me about vampires?” When it was my turn, I said off the top of my head, “They have to be invited in.” Gravely said, “That’s a good one, and not one that I hear often. Good job.” I didn’t have time to gloat though, because Henry snidely patronized, “You only know that because you just watched True Blood the other day.” Yes, that’s right, you dumb motherfucker. I just learned that fact in 2009 from an over-hyped, commercialized vampire series on cable TV. FUCK YOU HENRY. And people wondered why I broke up with him on Facebook.
Chooch did not give one tiny shit about the live actors offering him candy and trying to intimidate him with their make-up enhanced sunken cheekbones and bloody lip-corners. He was entirely too busy poking around all the props and admiring the animatronic bodies clandestinely plugged into walls. I’m starting to think he’s showing an interest in set design.
Alisha had a crush on every corseted denizen. It was embarrassing.
In each room, a new dead person would recite their well-practiced script, but it fell on deaf ears. Chooch was bored out of his mind, toeing the ground, dropping the talismans he was stupidly entrusted with, and hissing from the side of his mouth, “You said Dracula was gonna be here.” Not like he would have understood half of what was being told to us anyway, since the spiel wasn’t toned down at all for the sake of the underage set. I even caught Henry furrowing his caterpillar brow at words that weren’t exactly SAT-caliber, but still too smart for him. Maybe Chooch would have been more captivated if they had spoken on his level; you know, peppering sentences with the Tarantino All-Spice of “asshole” and “motherfucker.”
I was more excited than Chooch over the candy he was collecting. It was hard for me to keep my hands out of each candy bowl we passed. Especially the one full of Reeses Cups. Shit.
I had to give Chooch a reassuring shove to get him to accept the vial of vampire blood from a vampirate who sounded super sick and I swear to god if we get H1N1 I’ll be so excited to say I caught the swine flu from a motherfucking VAMPIRATE, ya’ll.
Chooch was completely over it by this point. He was sitting on the ground, with his back toward the mad scientist. Only the highest form of insult for a performer, and let me tell you, these people DO NOT EVER DROP CHARACTER. I could have dropped a baby out of my uterus right in the middle of their cobwebbed crypt only for a cloaked witch with a hunch back to come swooping in to say, “Ooh, a freshly baked mortal infant for my witch’s brew!”
Sadly, all good things must end and once proving that we collected all three talismans, we were all given a pair of werewolf teeth that were really just vampire teeth and then we all had to do our best wolf howl. Of course, mine was phenonemal, Alisha’s was weak, and Henry’s sounded as though he was being fucked by a pine cone. This was also the only time Chooch seemed happy to participate, because he’s good at being loud.
And now tomorrow is Halloween and we still have no costume for Chooch. I almost had him convinced to be an old lady. We even went to the thrift shop last night to find him a dress, but he started acting all stupid about it and I got all stressed out and left him and Henry in there. When I ask him what he wants to be, he says, “I just want to be CHOOCH.” So I asked, “And what will you say if someone asks what you’re supposed to be?” He said, “A motherfucker.” NO, NO YOU WILL NOT SAY THAT.
If he doesn’t decide on something easy and cheap by tonight, I’m stuffing a green box around him and he can go as a fucking dumpster baby. Mama’s not playing games anymore.
that is GREAT!!!!
I love your stories, and miss them in eljayland. ( i still actually use it!…:P)
Thanks Berta! I’m glad you still like my stories:)
Oh my god, you make me laugh! i needed that today for sure. Chooch is so awesome… though I imagine a pain in the ass.
I also really like the pictures.
An old lady! TOLHURST!
(I am way behind on my posts since vacation; my apologies)
Don’t sweat it! To me, it’s enough that you still read this blather at ALL. So, thank you my friend! :)
This may well be the most enjoyable story about us I have ever read.
I hope you come thru again this year, so we may all enjoy Chooch’s ambivelence. :-)
I can’t even tell you how excited I am that you read this! Castle Blood has been a must-visit on my annual tour of haunted houses since I was a teenager in ’97. You guys do it right and it’s never a let down!
One time a few years ago, my boyfriend Henry and I had the misfortune of getting stuck with a group of unrulies. Afterward, our guide was nice enough to take us over to you, and you gave us free passes. That doesn’t happen anywhere else and I have never forgotten that.
Thanks for the taking the time to comment!
Thank you, kind stranger, for making me laugh until I fell off of my chair. I was a guide for that matinee- and I am supremely upset that you were not in my set of groups.
Mortal, that is the kindest, most insightful, not too mention hilarious review of the Castle and it’s Denizens I have ever read!! We do so hope you continue your tradition in visiting us each year…please bring Chooch, for it never fails that the wee one’s are the brightest and most entertaining. Looking forward to seeing you….
Chooch wanted Dracula, and we made sure that “Dracula” was there for him this year. So where was Chooch?