Even though its a version of Black Friday, day after Halloween, the tricksters are still ‘taking to the street’

Hey its Freaky Friday, and the freaks are still out in force even though its a kinda “off” day in the ongoing Halloween season.
— Guv’s Place is where it all starts, of course, where owner Jess always has dozens and dozens of huge monsters, most hanging from the ceiling, and there are more of the latter this year in the form of ghostly white string demons that use up dozens and dozens of yards of, well, thick string. She even has cleared out a few tables to make room for a creepy corner. And the word is that although big name bands ususually require you to go and see them, sometimes if they are retired and you are their biggest fan (Jess) they will come to you, especially if its the day after Halloween, think Black Friday, and they have been accused of demonic tendencies. So, there is a rumor that Motley Crue might make a brief appearence. OK we’re joking, but are you among the few that get this inside joke? Anyway, there is a costume party this Friday night at Guv’s, as they have elected to take full advantage of the day between Halloween itself and the weekend.
— The Halloween celebrations galour have certain prime nights but also could take in a typically slow night on the (end of time) things and take it to a new level with the longtime characterizations, now in many cases in costume, that have become standard with karaoke at the Bungelow Inn in Lakeland. They will again be at it the Friday after Halloween, (one recalls the perfectly apt name about The Thirteenth), every Friday night, and on this occasion it just might feature the karaoke-meisters attired in frightening/funny way from, who knows, the disco to hair bands.
— If you want the primo in Halloween decorating at stores, and the wide range of different types of specials front and center as you come in the store to go with it, much more than just candy although that is a part of it too, you need to check out Family Fresh in Hudson. All of the aisles as you come into the store have many multiples of scary/spooky characters, and to top it off, there are dozens and dozens of pumpkins all around from a local grower, in that case much more than what is simply being sold. So courtesy of Family Fresh, you can be your one stop spook shop.

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