The moon hangs over Salem, the houses illuminated by dark iron lanterns. Ornate curtains twitch as you walk past; the homes are alive with spirit.
The smell of crisp autumn is all around you, filling your senses with ancestors past and you feel a breeze rustling your hair.
And as you make your way to the center of this mysterious town, the Judge's House can be seen in front of the mighty moon. Standing tall, standing dark.
This is Salem, Massachusetts.
A dark and dreary walk through the woods. Spicy notes with a hint of fallen leaves transport you to the town you love the most.