Fright Night Fort Wayne (Plus Fashion Parade Zombie Walk Edition!)

Through some sort of fluke, I was only scheduled for four hours today, so I was able to check out Fright Night in downtown Fort Wayne. Actually, it started at 10 a.m., but has events going on all day up until midnight. I'm not much of a Halloween enthusiast, or a party-goer, but I figured it would be something to see at least. Here now are some photos from the event, plus a Fashion Parade Zombie Walk commentary. Enjoy!



These pumpkins were in front of MKM Design on Wayne Street.












The cars were part of the car show at Cindy's Diner. Yes, that is Carroll Shelby's signature. I thought the pumpkin buggy was too cute.

Every little kid's dream: to look dead and ride on dad's shoulders in a parade.

Funny how "parenting" and "prison" both begin with the letter P.

That's not a zombie: that's what your uninsured average American looks like when just released from the hospital.

If he didn't win for "scariest clown eyes ever" he damn well should have.

Cutest zombie EVER!

The 80s are both dead AND alive.

These guys were busier than shit!

The baby was so scary, they HAD to put a blanket over it.

Thanks for telling us, but we've known that for years.

Miss, could you spare a child-sized heart?

This costume was not as effective as it could have been. Some "Dr. Who" reference, I guess.

He's delighted, but she sure isn't.

 
Remember that show MTV did on furries, or fuzzies or whatever the hell they are? How can anyone think these creatures are sexually attractive?

"Can't talk now. I'm busy being in a parade and texting you."

I want my baby bones, baby bones, baby bones ... Chili's baby bone ribs...

Actually talked to this guy. He really IS that gaunt.

That's why it's easy to get away with murder in Fort Wayne. The cops are chasing live dead people.


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