Salem, Massachusettes. You know when I found out we
were going to Salem I was getting all excited, I mean what
would be more fun than a city filled with history and magic
shops and hell there's even a Beer Works here! What better
place to get a pint of Pumpkinhead Ale than Salem?
Like any history buff we made a beeline for the cemetary.
There were tourists milling about, some lady who thought
she was hot shit telling us where everything was in the
memorial who we ignored until she was gone. Really woman
that's rude, staring at me, you've never seen such sexy
feathers before or something? The memorial though,
definitely subdued us. Outside of the old cemetary there are
twenty stones with the names, dates, and methods of
execution for the twenty people tried and executed as
witches in 1692.
There's something about sitting next to those names, and knowing their individual stories, makes being a couple hundred dollars
in shitter (probably shouldn't've offered that round at Beer Works...) not quite so bad.
Think of it, really what a nightmare. You're Sarah Good, you were screwed out of your inheritance in the first place by your
stepdad, your first husband dies and leaves you only with debt and you and your second husband have a chunk of your land
seized to pay and then you have to sell the rest anyway leaving you a beggar at the mercy of your neighbors. And then your
husband says he's scared of you and a witch and you get thrown in prison pregnant as a pimple and of course you get no
medical help. Your kid calls you a witch during the trials as well and then oops well guess because everyone says you are, off
to Gallows Hill.
Which, by the way, is now a sports field.

Probably the most taming of stories is the one
belonging to Giles Corey. This guy stuck to his
guns. He knew he'd be found guilty either way in a
trial, and so he refused to enter a plea-- so over the
course of two days, he kept his mouth shut, as they
piled stone after stone on his body. His last words
before he died were "more weight". If more people
had the sheer strength of will that guy
demonstrated... well hell I don't know, I'm still
sitting here with my feathers ruffled at the very idea.
You humans can be amazing sometimes.
Stories have it that Corey's ghost shows up the night
before a great calamity that befalls Salem, as
supposed to have happened before the Great Salem
Fire of 1914. People said they saw him standing in
the old graveyard the night before it broke out--
fortunately for us, or for Salem, we didn't see him.

Flouncing around Salem there seem to be way too fucking
many wax museums offering the history of the area, witches
and pirates and colonists and well it seems pretty much
anything else they can cram into a couple thousand square
feet and pour smog machines around. We didn't bother--
the tourists line up early, and we had a better time looking at
places like the Peabody Museum's Samuel Pickman House
rather than fight the yuppies for a few square inches of
space in line. A few of them are worth the line if you can
put up with some of the hokey displays for the actual history
from some of the more intelligent tour guides working, but
the Witch Museum is only really good for a laugh at their
wax Satan (unless Heidi was just bitter about having spent
money there once upon a time, but she wouldn't give it up.
Maybe it was the birds impaled on the little spikes below the
windows-- I know that put my feathers on end).
Most of Salem, however, seems to be a glut of mallgoths and wannabe Silver Ravenwolfs-- seems the actual curse of the
victims of the witch trials on the place was that it would be forever overrun by kids in hot topic clothing spending their
allowance on bundles of sage and loitering on the fountains. The coup de grace has gotta be the Bewitched bronze statue-- I
mean come on people! Twenty people were killed under the accusation of witchcraft and you have a BRONZE STATUE of
Elizabeth Montgomery! What the fuck.
I think we shoulda saved Beer Works for last, having seen that.
This was a special trip for Noizefront. We like to mention that Salem
Corey Hogan was named after the City here. Red wanted her son
associated with the strength of those who suffered here. Salem was a
town where people though they suffered refused to go against their own
principal. Giles Corey refused to admit to something he had never done...
and he held his tongue. He never gave into to those who were persecuting
him and it seems that the name given to Salem was perfect. His strengths
were uncanny and he fought for every breath. This Halloween remember
those that died for their beliefs the differences.
