Alice Cooper on marrying strippers. Horror dares that made us wet our pants. How a professional investigates the supernatural.
By Marisa Demarco
The best Halloween costumes are the ones no one can identify. At least that's what I tell myself. Once I was a shadow. Once I was water. Once I was the little prince from "Katamari Damacy." Once I was the embodiment of a Gemini. And no one got it. Never. Not a single person. But at least I didn't dress as a pirate (sorry to all my friends who are usually pirates for Halloween). Maybe this year, I'll go as a sexy wench with cat whiskers and devil's ears and a cape with a hood on it and fairy wings and an Elvira wig and a witch hat. When people ask me what I am, I'll say, "a cliché."
And no one will get it.
Maybe I'll go as Alice Cooper in his golfing clothes. Golf, he told Jessica Cassyle Carr for our Halloween issue, is the most addictive game in the world.
But we enjoy more than rock stars here at the Alibi. We're also into the genuine, scientific investigation of scary myths. Ben Radford, managing editor of Skeptical Inquirer and new Alibi columnist, is all about it, too. Read up on his pursuit of the Santa Fe courthouse ghost, which rocked YouTube viewers for a good while this summer.
Radford went about his investigation with a level head and science on his side. Meanwhile, Jessica and I opted to drunkenly carouse with spirits, irresponsibly calling them into existence while setting about to do all the spooky things other members of the staff dared us to do. We really freaked ourselves out. I spent two nights with minimal sleep. I will never, ever do "Bloody Mary" again.
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