Its the last of Halloween, and its a lament: Six minimalistic but creepy monsters, and an also creepy real-life psycho

This post-Halloween wrap-up, much like a mummy being fully wrapped up, focuses on a place that unlike most Halloween over-the-top stuff, gets scary in a minimalistic way:
That being Gordie’s in Little Canada, a occasional haunt of mine, to get out my North Hudson-based demons, because like was said in my current Picks of the Week department, it might be considered WEST Hudson:
So here goes, (with commentary), AND I DEVILISHLY DEFY YOU TO DIFFER!!
— It bears repeating that on the women’s bathroom door, there is a costumed mummy for the mommies.
— There is a sign under which brave bartenders wish to pass — because they are witches? — that says Fallout Shelter, the end is near. That might be especially appropriate for this Halloween.
— On the end of the tap-beer-pouring monstrosity of a machine that faces customers, sit three skulls, one with rotted veins. Wouldn’t you think his blood alcohol content would have gone down by now, days after Halloween, possibly saving his life?
— Then there are things such as skeletons on a string, as left hanging by the end of a rope? Hey, skeletons are cool, don’t lynch them.
— A blob of a creature, with most of the weight way at the bottom, looks like Slimer in the Ghostbusters movies. Should someone alert Dick’s Bar, where there is the film-themed pinball machine, and once in a while Bill Murray?
— Lastly, and you might even need to use your imagination more on this one, there are all the beasties in a boxed game where you pick them with prongs (scary in itself). I would estimate that 51 percent of the gruesome creatures being grabbed are indeed decked out for Halloween, (including that pink chicken with headgear?)
And I know I said “lastly,” but one more time: Over the main Halloween holiday, I encountered a true-to-life, actually-in-human-flesh psycho on the Minnesota end of the St. Croix Valley (go figure). He threatened to beat the crap out of me and throw me out the door physically if I did not leave the bar and grill instantly (turns out like in most cases with psychos, he was all talk). The guy had an inches long, stringy white beard worthy of a terrorist, and looked so old he had probably pulled this stunt before, (check his back 40 for corpses?). Anyway, he claimed I had been harassing the bartenders, (huh?). I responded that I knew two of them, and had said hello for 3.7 seconds while ordering a single beer, and that I didn’t know the other one and had said nothing to them. (Again, huh?). I got concerned when the guy followed me out to my car. Call Bayport Bellevue?