Thursday, June 26, 2014

Series of Scary Short Films

Hello, fright fans and fear aficionados we're going to mix things up a bit from our usual fear fare and share a series of scary short films. Check back periodically for the next film in our series.


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Lights Out

Here's a great short scary film called "Lights Out" and we recommend that's exactly how you watch it.

Made by David Sandberg and Lotta Losten

Monday, June 23, 2014

Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

Here's an interesting site called the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. Check it out.


nodus tollens

n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

Mr. Creepy

So I was posted here before regarding my previous story: Portuguese Prowlers.
I have another one that happen about 10 or 11 years ago, when I was still in high school.
I was lucky enough to live close to my high school, and every morning I would walk the 10/15 minutes distance between my house and my school. I walked through a small parking lot and I would then arrive to a Park where I would wait for a friend (who was usually either late or would not come at all).

One morning, I noticed an old white Renault, parked in the small parking lot. Inside there was a very large, middle aged man reading the newspaper. I did not think too much of it and I kept walking until the Park, where I waited for my friend. Next to the Park gate was a small kiosk, you know, where they sell newspapers and magazines.
So I was waiting for my friend and I noticed Mr. Creepy again, this time standing next to the kiosk keenly looking at me. I also saw that he was wearing only gray colored clothes. He was very easy to spot.
“It’s okay” I thought “no big deal, there’s lots of people in the street at 8 in the morning”.
When my friend failed to come, I proceeded to walk inside the Park alone. Or not. I looked behind me, something that, as a girl, I do a lot in case I’m being followed. And there he was, walking a couple of meters behind me, following me to school. The good thing was that my school was just at the end of the Park.

This situation would become more and more frequent in the next few months. Every day I would walk to school and every day Mr. Creepy was inside his Renault and, after I passed, he would leave the car and follow me until school. And he was always wearing freaking gray clothes. And it wasn’t any kind of uniform.

The Park had two entrances. Sometimes I would walk through one and checked if he was behind me. If he wasn’t I would be relieved only to find out that he had entered the Park through the other entrance, thus meeting me in the center of the Park.

I got really scared and decided to talk with my Dad who was always fiercely protective of me. He walked with me to school, wrote the license plate of the Renault in his phone and talked with a police officer that was always there. Obviously Mr. Creepy did not chase me that day.

Eventually my school schedule changed and I did not see him again.
Or not. A few years later I was at home and I went to the coffee shop to buy a pack of cigarettes. There, standing in front of my building was Mr. Creepy, looking directly at me. It almost seemed that he was waiting for me.
I stopped walking. We looked at each other for a second and then, I still don’t know how I did this, I continued to walk, passing right next to him.
I truly believe that the fact that he was next to my building was no coincidence. I think he knew where I lived and I also think that he must have followed me home without me realizing it.

I never saw Mr. Creepy again after that but I could recognize him anytime, anywhere.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

Does anyone else remember those scary children's books with these terrific drawings? They were called Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.

The artist is Stephen Gammel and this blog has a lot more drawings for your perusing pleasure.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Dealing Drugs Can Cause Problems

I sold pot for most of my youth and never felt bad about it. Considering all the ridiculous stuff I see people do when drunk or on prescription meds, I definitely felt like my morals were at least on par with bartenders and most pharmacists.

That said, I took over a sibling's buddy's coke phone for a few days one time to pay for a trip to a wedding and holy crap did I feel terrible doing that. The money was amazing and although giving it to some people out at the bar who are craving a reckless time isn't so bad, the number of people sitting by themselves at home and asking for more and more is disgusting.

On the last night I was moving it, I went and meditated when I had some time just to calm my nerves as I was so disgusted with myself and what I was doing to people. I wound up with this horrible sense of foreboding that something bad was going to happen if I didn't listen to my conscience and quit immediately but I didn't want to piss off the guy whose phone it was and decided I'd suck it up and finish the night. Wound up getting attacked by two customers and took a hammer to the back of the head. Managed to get the car into reverse and push out the guy hanging from the car window who was trying to unlock the car door to pull me out. Back window was smash and I was gushing blood but escaped.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Crunch Time

Hey, Alone at Night followers. Hope you're all having a scary (but safe) day/night. We were contacted recently by a student filmmaker about plugging his kickstarter campaign, and also seeking our advice on all things scary. We'd like to help him out as much as we can, so head on over to his kickstarter, read up on the movie, and contribute what you can to a fellow fright fan.


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