5/5 Digital H. 5 months ago on Google • 314 reviews
Title:
"A
Ghoul's
Paradise
at
Spring
Street
Park
-
Thrills,
Chills,
and
Spooktacular
Performances!"
Review:
Let
me
set
the
scene:
It's
Halloween
Day
in
Manhattan,
and
Spring
Street
Park
isn't
just
bursting
with
greenery;
it's
absolutely
*oozing*
with
otherworldly
charm.
If
you're
thinking,
"Hey,
that's
just
a
quiet
little
spot
in
the
city,"
think
again.
On
All
Hallows'
Eve,
this
place
transforms
faster
than
Dr.
Jekyll
on
a
bad
day.
From
the
moment
I
strolled
in,
the
park
was
as
alive
as
a
zombie
after
a
double
espresso
shot.
Music
bands
were
there,
tuning
up
their
instruments,
giving
off
a
vibe
that
was
more
enchanting
than
the
Pied
Piper
of
Hamelin—if
he'd
shopped
at
Hot
Topic.
Picture
this:
Vampire
dancers
practicing
their
moves
with
more
finesse
than
Dracula
at
a
blood
drive.
Absolutely
fang-tastic!
The
atmosphere?
Imagine
a
'Thriller'
video,
but
directed
by
the
friendly
ghosts
of
Broadway.
It
was
an
absolute
monster
mash
of
rehearsals,
with
each
performer
more
spirited
than
the
last.
You
haven't
lived
until
you've
seen
a
werewolf
slam
down
on
a
saxophone
solo
or
a
witch
hit
those
high
notes—genuinely
spellbinding.
I
was
there,
camera
in
hand,
feeling
like
a
paranormal
paparazzo,
clicking
away
like
it
was
the
red
carpet
at
the
Transylvania
Film
Festival.
The
"boo-tiful"
scenery
made
for
some
epic
snapshots
and
video
reels
that'll
haunt
my
social
media
in
the
best
way
possible.
But
here's
the
real
treat—no
tricks
here:
the
energy.
These
creatures
of
the
night
were
out
for
more
than
blood;
they
were
out
for
applause,
and
they
sure
got
it.
Between
the
mummies
moonwalking
and
Frankenstein's
monster
breaking
it
down
with
robotic
precision,
I
was
half-convinced
I'd
walked
onto
the
coolest,
quirkiest
film
set
imaginable.
And
let's
talk
about
the
audience—us,
the
mere
mortals.
We
were
a
mix
of
intrigued
onlookers,
Instagrammers
in
search
of
that
killer
shot,
and
Halloween
enthusiasts
who
couldn't
resist
the
call
of
the
macabre
melody.
The
camaraderie
among
us
was
something
not
even
a
vampire
could
suck
out.
In
conclusion,
if
you
ever
find
yourself
thinking
that
Manhattan's
lost
its
magic,
just
wait
for
Halloween
at
Spring
Street
Park.
It's
where
the
undead
and
the
living
come
together
for
a
performance
so
lively
it
would
wake
the
dead.
Five
stars
for
Spring
Street
Park,
where
even
the
squirrels
were
in
costume
and
the
spirits
were
high—literally.
Boo-ya!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
