Snow-Kissed Spirits of Zermatt

#hellohalloween #zermatt In the shadow of the Matterhorn, where eternal glaciers defy autumn's grasp, Zermatt awakens to a Halloween veiled in frost. October 31, 2025: crisp air bites at 0°C, snowflakes dancing like mischievous ghosts over 20cm of fresh powder from early storms. The village glows with jack-o'-lanterns carved from ice, their flames flickering against chalets draped in faux cobwebs shimmering with rime. By day, brave souls glide down Gornergrat's pistes—Europe's highest, open year-round—on boards etched with runes, carving sigils in the virgin white. Lift rides whisper legends of alpine witches who summon blizzards with chants. Twilight falls; bonfires crackle in Bahnhofstrasse, roasting chestnuts amid tales of the undead yeti haunting Theodul Glacier. Night descends: a spectral parade winds through snow-dusted streets. Costumed revelers—vampiric snowboarders, zombie fondue chefs—parade under the peak's brooding silhouette. Pumpkins bob in frozen fountains, spells cast with mulled wine and hexed chocolates. Echoes of yodeling haunt the wind, blending with howls from the wild. Yet beneath the revelry, Zermatt's true magic stirs: the snow's hush, a veil between worlds. As midnight tolls, fireflies (or fire sprites?) flicker, and the mountain seems to breathe. Dare you linger? For in this snowy sanctum, Halloween isn't just celebrated—it's conjured from the ice itself. Pack thermals; the spirits await.