The king is dead. I would wager that there isn’t a person alive who hasn’t seen something they love fall into decline. Whether temporarily, permanently or even fatally, it’s one of those times that leaves us with a well of sadness in our stomach and our mind’s eye cast back to better times. And that’s
DFW Haunted Houses 2011: The Fatal End In The West End
After working at the karaoke bar in Dallas Alley for who knows how long in the late 90’s, I have plenty of horror stories about the West End. One of the most vivid involves me puking most of my internal organs out after having about seventeen too many shots of Grand Marnier. A Pepperoni Lover’s
DFW Haunted Houses 2011: Moxley Manor
On an average Sunday night in Bedford, you can probably enjoy the stillness of the cool autumn air. Sandwiched midway between two metropolitan areas, things are calm. It’s the last place you’d expect to see a grown man being chased through a parking lot by a man with a chainsaw. Unless, you’re at Moxley Manor.
DFW Haunted Houses 2011: The Boneyard
Ah, October. There is a crispness in the air, the leaves on the trees burn with reds and oranges, and the cloying aroma of chainsaw exhaust hangs in the breeze. All of it just screams “Halloween”. Yes, it’s haunted house season: that glorious time when we can enjoy bloody and fantastical horrors before having to