A photo essay.
It’s hard not to have a happy Halloween in New Haven, a place that breezily subverts the motifs meant to menace us. …
A photo essay.
It’s hard not to have a happy Halloween in New Haven, a place that breezily subverts the motifs meant to menace us. …
After weeks of buildup, Halloween’s here, and so is something scarier: the end of Daylight Saving Time, when, in a blink, our receding afternoons lose a …
The Patch Master, all dressed in black and orange, lives in a basement apartment in West Haven. The blinds are drawn and the lights glow orange. Organ music plays, candles flicker. A small table is set with rows of shining …
Fictional frights like monsters meet factual ones like climate change, though Halloween itself is yet to come. …
Muffy Pendergast expects about 300 heads at Westville’s Halloween parade this Sunday, and that’s not even counting the puppets. …
Atonal organ music plays in repeating loops. The faint melody of a nursery rhyme floats somewhere far away. Louder are the ragged screams coming from an unsuspecting victim—or the bloodthirsty creature that’s captured them. …
Halloween’s tomorrow, but the only decorations among the houses of University Place, a wider-than-long horseshoe looping off Elm Street, are a couple of smallish pumpkins.
Perhaps it’s because these houses don’t need decorating. …