Wednesday, September 23, 2099

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

Hello, Alone at Night visitors.


"Terrifying Tales: 13 Scary Stories for Children" is available on Amazon.


I wanted to let you all know that the book is up on Amazon and is available for pre-order (no need to pre-order).

The book goes live on October the 4th, just in time for the Halloween season. The eBook edition is going for the low price of $0.99. That's right, just 99 cents gets you 13 tales of terror. There will be a paperback out shortly after the eBook for those of you that enjoy a physical book in your hands.

These 13 original scary short fiction stories were crafted for children in the age range of 9-13 years old, but can be enjoyed by most ages (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


Thursday, March 28, 2019

We're writing a book.

Hello, Alone at Night fans. It's official -- we're writing a book.

We're writing a collection of scary short fiction stories. We're planning for this book to be appropriate for the age range of 12 and above, so nothing too gruesome, but just some old fashioned scary stories. We hope to have it available by October, in time for Halloween.

If you're interested in receiving notifications, such as when the book is available and where you can buy it, please email Aloneatnightblog@gmail.com with your email address, and we'll keep you updated. We will not share your email with anyone else, and we will only email you once every couple of months with updates and the publishing process.

Thanks as always for your support,

Alone at Night Staff

Friday, September 16, 2016

Jersey Devil

When I was a kid, about 12 or so, my dad would always wake me up in the middle of the night to go hunting. I fucking hate hunting.

A few weeks prior to this night I saw an episode of "are you afraid of the dark" about the jersey devil. I was on edge because I knew my dad would make me go hunting soon and we sometimes hunt in Jersey.

Sure as shit, he wakes me up one morning at like 3am and we are off to the woods in Jersey in pitch black so that he could be there and all set up before the deer come out.
I'm up in the stand, starting to calm down, when I see a little figure on the ground. It's human, with a face I can barely make out since it's a bit far in the distance, but I know it's human, and it's like 2-3 feet tall.

I'm losing my shit but don't want to say anything because I know my dad will just tell me to suck it up.

I stare at this fucker for at least 4 hours until we get down from the stand and walk towards it to leave.

It's a fucking lawn gnome. Miles and miles into the deep woods. There's no roads for a looooong while and certainly no houses. How the fuck did a gnome get there? The stand we were in wasn't even a permanent stand. It was one we out up when we got there.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

The Man Who Wasn't There

I was camping with family over a three day weekend. A few of us didn't have to get back to work so we decided to camp an extra night. What had been a full campground was now down to just us. It was my brother, his young son, me and my young daughter.

About 3AM my daughter woke up and said she had to go to the bathroom. She had to drop a deuce so there was no getting her to squat outside the tent. The outhouse was like 100 yards away through the pitch dark campground, The fire had gone out and there was not really any moonlight. I got up with her, grabbed a flashlight, and we headed to the outhouse.

She did her business and I stood outside the outhouse, I'd be lying if I said I weren't a little scared standing out in the woods, in the dark, miles from anywhere with my 7 year old daughter inside a dark outhouse by herself. Luckily she was quick and we stumbled back towards camp in the dark, with just the flashlight to lead us.

The walk back was uneventful, we chatted little, I tried to reassure her were safe out here in the dark as she had gotten a little scared as she realized how alone we were in the empty campground. As we got to about 50 feet from camp, my daughter suddenly grabbed my hand tight and said in a scared whisper yell - "Daddy, who is that!?!"
"Who is what honey, I don't see anything!?!"
"That man, right there, who is that?"
I shined the light where she was looking and I couldn't see anyone. I grabbed her hand tighter and picked up the pace to get us back to the tent which was the only safety there was out there, and I knew that in the dark like this, we were really in trouble if there was some sketcher out there messing with us.

We got back and I got us in the tent and we got in our sleeping bags and I laid there and listened for any sound outside of the tent. Of course there were millions of sounds I hadn't noticed before and each one made me more and more terrified of whoever it was she saw out there. As she started to get sleepy she asked if we were alright. I said yes even though I was completely freaking out. I asked her what the man had looked like and she said he looked like a Native American.

I laid there for what seemed like hours but was probably only 15 minutes until I couldn't take it anymore. I woke up my brother and told him what happened. He is a lot more comfortable in the woods than I so he got up and got the fire going again. We sat by the fire until daylight and nothing ever happened.

The next day I asked my daughter about the man she saw and she didn't remember it. To this day she doesn't remember the event. The area we were camping in was well known for being a historical place where Native Americans had lived and flourished until they were forced into reservations or killed. Neither my brother or me could find any sign that anyone was out there, If they had been walking around the woods we would have heard them for sure. My only explanation is that she was so tired that she fell asleep walking back in a little micro sleep or something and dreamed it, but to this day it still freaks me the fuck out.

A few short Scary Camping stories

I used to spend a lot of time solo camping in and around the Indian Peaks wilderness in CO and experienced some weird stuff. Nothing that was outright supernatural, but just unsettling. I love those woods but they give me the creeps. Here are some notable examples from 4-5 trips up there in all seasons.
1 - After thinking that a particular area under a tree and against a rock looked like a great place to set up for the night, I found a shredded sleeping bag and old (must've been 20 years or more) camp supplies. Found a lot of bones around the site too, ribs and vertebrae -- probably elk, but maybe not. I camped elsewhere.
2 - Found a deer skull out in the middle of a (recently) frozen over lake/pond. Major snow the night before, and the skull was sitting on top of the fresh powder with no tracks anywhere I could see and no other bones. Odd.
3 - Woke up to a squirrel literally nailed to a tree outside my shelter. I had made camp late and tired and in dying light, so I might not have noticed it the night before, but I think I would have, which means it happened sometime while I was asleep.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Disrespect

Just a few weeks ago we were on a roadtrip from BC to San Diego and we came upon a campsite just outside of Crescent City California. We drove through, one side of the campground was relatively empty, I noticed a few scattered tents but nobody close to the location we ended up picking. We had tons of space.

We wanted an early night so I started a fire while my girlfriend started cooking. We ate, had a few beers, and climbed up to our rooftop tent (tepui) with our dog by 9pm or so. I had a rough time sleeping and woke up a few times but finally fell into a decent sleep.

In the pitch dark with all of our tent windows and canvasses closed i was awoken at 1am by someone whistling outside of our tent the tune of "when the saints come marching in". After a few minutes of this repetitive whistling I nudged my girlfriend who awoke and was obviously freaked out as well.

The whistling then turned to chanting things like "when you sleep here you disrespect me, and when you disrespect me you disrespect the US Marines!" The person would then start spelling out words like "F.L.E.E". The verbiage and tone kept getting more aggressive so we decided we had to make a move.

I slowly unzipped the tent while our guard dog was snoring and got my head out if the tent. I took a few seconds to let my eyes adjust and figure out where the person was. I felt more confident once I could somewhat see and hear so I climbed down and the girlfriend passed me the dog and she climbed down too. We flipped the tent up without securing it and we jumped into a truck (while the person was still whistling) to a motel in Crescent City.

The next morning we drove back to get the few belongings that weren't in the truck and a family who had been camping a few sites over said it went on for another 2-3 hours and it was the scariest thing their family had ever experienced.