Terror on the Boulevard a Textbook of Home Haunting

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Terror on the Boulevard is a home haunt located in Lincoln Park, Michigan that has been in existence for a decade; it’s a labor of love for Adam Grignon. Like many home haunts, Terror on the Boulevard is open to the public free of admission, but is only operational a couple of nights each October. I first learned of Terror on the Boulevard in 2012 while working as a substitute teacher at Carr Elementary School. I did attempt to attend that year on Devil’s Night but was thwarted by the aftereffects of the appropriately named, Frankenstorm. Three years to the day, I returned with my faithful haunt companion, John, by my side to finally tour Terror on the Boulevard.

We encountered Adam at the entrance of his home haunt, dressed in the fashion of a father from the 1950s complete with sweater vest and pipe. He ushered us eager kiddies into his creation which we would soon discover was home to the Boogeyman. The interior of Terror on the Boulevard wasn’t so different from your own home, specifically a child’s bedroom. One hallway was decorated with wallpaper, family photos and even a vintage radio that quietly transmitted a period correct song that reinforced the Boogeyman theme.

John and I would note that the attraction was professionally lit which is not a feat easily accomplished at an outdoor home haunt. Fog machines were also implemented in an appropriate manner — the effect wasn’t overdone so that it blotted out details rather it created the impression that perhaps a small fire had recently occurred somewhere in the house.

Adam was a bit short on help on the night of our visit and that did impact what I’m sure would have been an excellent signature scare. On one wall was scrawled a message that warned “Don’t look under the bed.” We noticed some skirting near our ankles and naturally couldn’t resist the temptation. Adam later informed me that a pair of oversized hands were scheduled to assail those who were curious enough to look. I have no doubt it garnered the lion’s share of shrieks during the hours of trick r’ treating.

As it were, the most memorable scare delivered to John and I came in the largest room of the haunt where a series of sheets had been fashioned into floating ghosts. We bobbed and weaved our way through the white figures, prepared for one or more to reach in our direction. All was still for several agonizingly long moments and just when we thought we were in the clear — SWOOSH!!! One expertly disguised ghostie alerted us to the fact that he had some life in him yet.

Rating: 3.5 stars

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