Halloween Barn Party



Halloween Barn Party

Rooster and I went to a Halloween Barn Party sponsored by the motorcycle rights group we belong to and had a spooky good time. #ABATE of Howard County #Brett and Lynn #Halloween Barn Party

When the weather starts to turn cold, the trees change to brilliant reds and orange, and amber waves of grain stand in the fields it’s time to head to the Anderson’s for a Halloween themed party. The extravaganza is thrown as a fundraiser for ABATE of Howard County. The Anderson’s skipped a year, but the event in their barn was back in 2019 with a dramatic creepiness. Brett and Lynn concocted decorations, which would have been right at home on a Hollywood film lot. One corner was dedicated to aliens from outer space.

Decorations at the Halloween Barn Party

A hideous green brain head floated in a box. A second creature was operating some sort of device that looks like it came from the BBC Doctor Who Show. The only prob missing was a blue phone booth. In another corner across the barn floor, an eerie clown carnival was erected complete with a decapitated head hanging suspended from the ceiling. There is nothing scarier than a whacked-out clown. If you’d prefer to take a stroll past a haunted graveyard, one section of the barn can accommodate your wishes. A piano sat near the door with a skeleton tinkling the keys for a ghostly bride and groom.

There were skeleton dogs, cats, rats, and even a vulture perched on top of a lamp. Ghostly apparitions hung throughout the barn, but the most frightening one of all was the giant ghoul erected behind the homemade stage. His unnerving presence would hover over the band as they played. The decorations set the stage for some good old-fashioned biker fun.

Country roads lead to the Halloween Barn Party

Rooster and I drove the country roads to get to Anderson’s barn in the Sunshine Mobile. We thought about taking the Indian, but the farmers have started harvesting. Deer tend to run into the road due to a search for a mate and the disturbance of their natural environment caused by all the farm machinery.

We went out to the barn early. It was Rooster’s weekend to work. We’d have to leave before the party was in full swing. There were a few people hanging around the barn, but most party-goers wouldn’t start arriving until after dark. The partial light gave me an opportunity to take pictures of the decorations. The last time we’d been to one of these Halloween Barn parties was five years ago. Rooster and I are early risers. We get up with the chickens because of our stupid jobs. These parties go on until the wee hours of the morning.

paino player

Decorations evolved over the years

I found myself surprised at the way the decorating had evolved over the years. Brett Anderson showed us around the barn while he checked on the special effects lighting, which would become prominent once it got dark. He explained how they got most of the stuff on clearance at the seasonal Halloween stores around town. What they didn’t buy, they learned how to make from Pinterest and YouTube.

blind boy 2

We were still socializing with the early party-goers when the band started to set up their equipment. We were going to be in for a treat. Blind Boy and the Seeing Eye Dogs would be the first band to play. We hadn’t seen them perform for several years. They inspired me to do research on Kokomo Arnold, which turned into the short story The Bluesman. Arnold is one of the lost blues legend’s history had forgotten. He’s been credited with being the grandfather of the Chicago blues. These barn parties have a big influence on my writing. In book three of my Hen House series, The Hen House ladies go to a barn party to unwind.


There was good at the Halloween Barn Party

Food is always a feature at one of these events. The host provides the pulled pork and everyone else carried in a covered dish. We managed to eat enough to be more than satisfied. Rooster and I had finished eating when we glanced toward the door to see a dinosaur walk in accompanied by a caveman.

It took several minutes to figure out the person inside the large orange costume was one of our granddaughters. There was a police officer standing next to her, but there wasn’t anything to worry about. He was a fake officer of the law. I question his choice of costume considering he was attending a biker event. The green gun in his holster was a dead giveaway. A gang of cowboy ghost desperados was the most creative group to walk through the door.

Lynn’s costume

Of course, they couldn’t hold a candle to Lynn Anderson’s sand witch costume. She had a floor-length blonde wig on her head, a long witchy style dress, seashell jewelry, and a shell belt, and a hat covered with sand and shells, making her a sandwich.

Blind Boy took the stage and launched into the blues. They were halfway through their set when one of the band members announced their lead singer had recently got out of the hospital because he had a stroke. The guy was putting on a good show for someone who had been ill not long ago. They played an assortment of blues standards, which included numbers like Sweet Home Chicago and Born Under a Bad Sign.

We had to leave early

The band was about finished playing when Rooster suggested it was time to go. He had to get up at four in the morning. We walked out of the barn and noticed the bonfire was blazing. The night had an overcast eerie feel to it. Sparks shot into the air from the dancing flames of the fire.

We walked to the Sunshine Mobile a little sad it was time for us to go. We drove a couple of miles down the road when we noticed the bonfire in our rearview mirror. Rooster stopped so I could stand beside the road and snap a picture. The smell of decaying leaves was in the air as I stood beside the road. Dust from the newly cleared fields created a slight haze as I looked off into the distance. Winter was around the corner, but it was nice to still be able to enjoy the sights and smells of fall.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana, who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures click here.

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Published by henhouselady

I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

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