I have an important message for the children of New England:
Look. You don’t need to put up rubber bats and plastic tombstones to decorate for Halloween. You live in a Halloween decoration.
Going through New England is like graveyard, Gothic mansion, creepy cornfield, Gothic church, graveyard, creepy cornfield, graveyard, and then antique shop, antique shop, antique shop (each, undoubtedly, rife with cursed objects.)
If there was ever a place that didn’t need chintzy Halloween decorations, it’s here.