Davis Graveyard -photo-heavy post

These folks live about a mile from us. They are theatre technicians, and have put their skills to work on their hobby- dressing their house for Halloween.

They create a false facade for their garage.



They decorate everywhere.



Everywhere!



The graveyard is huge and fanciful with timely comments on the gravestones. ("Bernie handles all my retirement income.")


they have volunteers stationed around to answer questions and guard the special effects. The volunteer is the one in the hat.







Every October they errect the crypt, which is the center of the audio/visual effects. At night, the fog machine kicks in. The bushes rustle ominously. Red eyes peer at you from the trees and the ground cover, then scuttle away. Groans and wails echo wierdly from distand corners of the property.







The mourner sobs gently but as persistantly as a 15 year old girl who has learned to use tears as a blunt weapon to get what she wants.




And the local highschool dance team comes by to perform "Thriller" for the admiring crowds. And believe me, there are CROWDS!




A local car club composed of hearse owners brings their prizes by to show them off.


The home-owners have a gorgeous glass-sided Victorian horse-drawn hearse. Those Victorians were really INTO death!


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