Wednesday, September 23, 2099

Terrifying Tales: 13 Scary Stories for Children now available on Amazon

Alone at Night's very own D.K. has written a book. It's available in paperback or eBook on The eBook edition is going for the low price of $2.99. and it gets you 13 tales of terror that will be enjoyed by the young and old alike (some stories might be too scary for readers younger than 9).

I am happy to entertain any questions you might have regarding the book. Simply leave a comment.

Happy reading, and, as always, stay safe.

-Alone At Night

Friday, December 5, 2098

Support Alone at Night Scary Stories

Hello, Alone at Night Scary Stories fans. Big news.

You can read more about Alone at Night's Patreon account here.

Alone at Night has created and shared free terrifying content to visitor for years. That's not going to change. We don't charge our visitors, we don't run adds. We don't even have a membership mailing list and spam your email folder. None of those things are cool.

However, we have some goals for Alone at Night that are going to take some financing. So, we've created a Patreon page. Some of the goals include moving Alone at Night to its own page and off of BlogSpot. Another goal is to grow our readership, which means more content for you.

Our Patreon page will give you the opportunity to support Alone at Night Scary Stories financially in a secure manner.

We have three membership levels: $1.00 a month, $3.00 a month or $5.00 a month. Each membership level has a pretty kick-ass reward, from a unique scary story written just for you by Alone at Night's very own D.K., to an autographed copy of Terrifying Tales: 13 Scary Stories for Children.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Great New Sci-fi Blog: A Beach, Somewhere

In our opinion, some of the best horror can be found in the realm of science fiction. Think about some the classic sci-fi films that also fall into the horror genre: Alien, Aliens, The Thing, The Fly, etc. etc. We believe science fiction and horror go together like pancakes and syrup. In that spirit, we'd like to recommend a new science fiction blog --  the terrific  A Beach, Somewhere. So when you've had your fill of frights for the day and just want to get away from it all, go check it out and then come back and thank us for putting it on your radar.

-- Alone at Night

Slaughterhouse Blues

I used to work at a slaughterhouse. It was family run one, and I'd been given a job to help process the animals.

About two years ago, not long after I had begun working there, there was a flood. The slaughter house was by a creek, so the place got swamped occasionally.

I was part of a small group checking to make sure that we had gotten all the animals to safety. We had most of them, but we noticed that we were missing a pregnant sow.

We still don't know exactly how she got out since the gate had a locked and chained, and there was no other way for a pig to get out. The place was filled with water so we really couldn't search for her that well.

A week passed, and the water had finally receded enough for us to go back into the barn, and properly search for her. We found her dead, lying on her side in the two inches of water still in the barn.

She was covered in flies, mud, maggots, and generally rotting and decaying. But the worst part was that somehow, we think, we hope, some coyotes came in and ripped her open. She was cut from her chin to her tail. However, the fact that there were several dead pig fetuses strewn around, and a general lack of bit marks, still makes me worry otherwise.

Friday, February 17, 2017

The Morgue

I used to work for a hazardous materials company that went to different facilities to pack chemicals and dispose of them.

One we got a call to clean up some chemicals from a mental hospital in orange county ca, near diamond bar. the hospital has shutdown but they still use parts of it for helping the blind, which is still pretty freaky pulling up to the place and seeing people walk in a single file line holding each others shoulders because they couldn't see the outside world.

The director of the place wanted to take us to the morgue, which hasn't operated in 40 or so years, to pick up some formaldehyde and some hydrochloric acid that needed to be taken out. Now this morgue was straight up out of a horror movie; dark, stainless steel table in the middle of the room with drains for blood, and a big metal wall with doors and individual racks for bodies.

We start packing the materials and the director starts looking in the drawers for more waste, when he opens one drawer and inside were bloody latex gloves and a bone-saw that was all bloody. He quickly shut the drawer and said to us to hurry up and move on.

I would like to know the story behind that scene... Or maybe not.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Robert Hansen -- Serial Killer

One of my teachers in high school grew up in Alaska. When she was in high school, her mother didn't think her school was teaching grammar well enough and decided to get her private tutoring.

Her teacher was a nice lady, though a bit timid and quiet. The first odd thing was that rather than use the perfectly good kitchen table for the tutoring, they used a room in the basement. The gloomy room was full of taxidermied animals; the tutor's husband was a champion big game hunter (crossbow).
 She was a bit creeped out by it, but she ended up taking grammar lessons there for about a half a year.

Every few months, the tutor would go on 1-2 week vacations by herself. Then, during one of the vacations, my teacher's mom picked up the paper and saw that the tutor's husband had been arrested for 15 counts of murder. He had preyed on young homeless or run-away women, locking them in the very room my teacher took her tutoring lessons in for several days without food, then taking them in his plane, releasing them, then hunting them down with his crossbow. more info