In 1995 I found myself wearing a werewolf costume under a fake covered bridge in York, Maine. Occasionally I'd run out into the road and scream at truckloads of people driven through at regular intervals on a haunted hayride. For some strange reason, this was also my first meaningful brush with the occult.
My First Brushes With the Mystical
My First Brushes With the Mystical
My First Brushes With the Mystical
In 1995 I found myself wearing a werewolf costume under a fake covered bridge in York, Maine. Occasionally I'd run out into the road and scream at truckloads of people driven through at regular intervals on a haunted hayride. For some strange reason, this was also my first meaningful brush with the occult.