This is a story of a young girl. A young girl who assumed her night was full of fun and adventure. What appeared as harmless toys, costumes, and dresses, turned to be something more…..A night full of horror. A night for ghosts, a night for the undead.
Men with large mustaches and weird top hats, to drunken boozers hanging around the ball park, old school sheriffs, and harmless looking shop owners, where the ghosts really haunt, no one knows. Only words are spoken, and stories shared. What really happened, we cannot say.
To the living, we sympathize for this little girl. Guided by her grandmother who gently holds her hand as the enter one haunted terror to the next. Do not let my words or pictures confuse you, somewhere amongst the two, lies the truth.
Chris Bronson Photojournalist 