Halloween

Zombies are Coming to Downtown Minneapolis!

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Be afraid, be very afraid! Halloween isn't the scariest day in Minnesota, in fact, it's a candy-laden afterthought compared to the Zombie Pub Crawl. This weekend, mobs of the risen dead will swarm unfortunate bystanders and wrench weekend traffic into a state of fearful curiosity (or annoyance). By now most should know that this ever-changing and ever-expanding occurrence is an inevitable part of October's festivities in our fair state. These undead (or un-sober) masses will swarm to their nexus and listen to Rae Sremmurd, Zomboy, Smash Mouth, ILOVEMAKONNEN, Ja Rule, Andrew W. K.,...

Top Ten Favorite Movies to Watch Before Halloween

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Halloween is just around the corner and besides decorating my home with tacky decor, I like to get in the mood by watching (and re-watching) as many scary movies as I can. The list below is what I consider must-sees whether it be the day before Halloween or any month of the year. The list is a mix of films I remember watching as a child (although I don't think I should have been) and films I have seen recently. My dad was and still is a huge fan of the Sci-Fi/Horror genres so growing up there was always some sort of TV Show or movie on within the realm of those genres so naturally I grew up to love them too. From X-Files to Evil...

'Trail of Terror' Lives Up to the Name

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Ghosts, villains, monsters, and murderers. When you think of the typical ‘haunted house’ of Halloween themed festival, these are the things that come to mind. And Trail of Terror, located in Shakopee, on the same grounds as the Minnesota Renaissance Festival, packs a punch with all of these and more. The eerie feeling begins immediately with the drive into the trail grounds. The park doesn’t open until 7 p.m., so you’re driving in at night, and you’re directed through a narrow trail of trees with little to no light around. It feels like a scene from a horror movie...

A Holy Day Masked by an Unholy Reputation

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It’s Friday night. It’s crisp outside. The sun, once warm and comforting, now sets beyond the horizon, leaving the world dark and cold. The wind rustles the leaves. Scratches against the window – just a tree branch, or something more sinister? Quiet hushes, once thought to be imaginary, suddenly possess an eerie realness in your ears. Laughter can be heard outside. A macabre combination of sick, twisted pleasure and uninhibited joy. The voices, the laughter, noises of all sorts draw ever closer. You peek around your blinds. Nothing. Nothing but the night and all the emptiness it supplies. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. The chime of the bells sends a rush through your body. You stand...