Sprinkled amongst truth and legend are those lesser known, uninvited cousins of history -- the macabre and the paranormal -- the slippery things that cannot be explained. The stories that are shushed in polite company.
It has become the custom here on Huguenot Street, that for a certain three nights each autumn, as dead leaves carpet the ground, and winter's chill begins to beckon, the veil that stands between the living and the dead seems to grow thin -- sometimes appearing not to be there at all.
Here on Huguenot Street, that veil often seems fragile. The dead must hear their stories being told and long to be a part of it. There certainly have been "sightings".
This year the days will be on October 28, 29 and 30. There will be many stories and perhaps just as many "sightings". We will tell stories we've never told before because we've only just uncovered them. We have done the lonely, painstaking and sometimes downright frightening work of searching our archives, and we have found stories that made our own hair stand on end.
For we have almost 400 years of generations of European and African descendants walking these streets, sleeping in these homes, cooking, marrying, bearing children, living and dying, and many are resting in the burial ground just down the street. That's a lot of living and a lot of dying. And quite a number of queer and unsettling stories, in fact.
Halloween is just up ahead, too, a wonderful festival for the little ones with the candy and the costumes. But we dare you to take a walk on the dark side of our street. We welcome you to bring your young children. We have art teachers and curators on hand to make lovely crafts with them. And meanwhile... perhaps the world as you know it will be turned sideways.
But, remember, they're only stories...true, but still stories.
Friday & Saturday,
October 28 & 29, 7-11pm
Sunday, October 30, 6:30-9pm