Monday, December 28, 2015

Alone at Night is up for sale

Alone at Night has served as a source for all things creepy for many years, now, and the Admin is ready to move on to other projects. If you have ever wanted to run a website now's your chance, and you don't even have to do any work. Alone at Night is for sale and we're entertaining all offers. Interested parties should email Aloneatnightblog@gmail.com for more information.

Friday, December 11, 2015

I Killed a Man

I worked as a bouncer in California for five years while I went to college. There were lots of fights and squabbles. But they usually ended with no one getting hurt. With a few exceptions.
One in particular was a fellow who ran in, jumped over the bar and started throwing the bottles everywhere. Then he lit a match and threw it on the ground. Fire didn't spread or do anything because it missed the alcohol. But I was grabbing him and hauling him back over the bar to restrain him while they called the cops.

He slashed me across my neck, clavicle, and chest with a switchblade and when I grabbed his arms to protect my face he still cut my face six more times. 96 stitches.

I was on my own. Just some kids in the bar and a female bartender so I just pushed his knife back into his throat while he kept trying to slash at my face, snapping his wrist in half in the process. I wasn't even trying to kill or do any of that. I was just scared shitless I was going to die defending a bar. Even worse was while I was trying to stop his bleeding he was still swinging at me. He was definitely on some uppers.

My guilt is that even though I was bigger and more experienced, I wasn't able to just solve the problem without any serious injuries. So I killed somebody.

With 9 witnesses, cameras, and one phone video, there was nothing criminal.

But I can't touch someones arms or hands without feeling like I'll snap their wrist in half backwards. It was sickening. Of course I quit the next day.

He was the ex boyfriend of another bartender who wasn't even there that day. I think he might have killed the bartender that was there though so I'm glad I was there.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

the infamous masturbator



I work at a hotel. All the night audit staff have taken at least one call from the infamous masturbator - a guy who phones in during the dead of the night and tries to make an overly complicated reservation just to beat off to the sound of a woman's voice. It's absolutely bizarro.

Apparently he hangs up right away when the male night auditor answers, but if one of the girls is on that night he'll go through his process and ask a whole lot of convoluted questions that no one asks at 1am for a simple room reservation. I've only gotten a call from him once luckily, but he started asking really strange, invasive questions, ie. wanted to know how old I was, if I was with anyone, etc, just creepy things. It kinda clicked with me after a few minutes like "oh shit, it's the masturbater" so I politely asked him to hold on while I tranferred him into an empty line. Another girl I work with stayed on the phone with him much longer than I did and said she hung up after you could hear him obviously beating his meat and breathing really exaggeratedly into the phone. Ever since she's been able to recognize his calls pretty quickly.
Worked at a service station, one night between 2-4am someone kept ringing up I'd answer and they would just do weird breathing over the phone, it was annoying but righto just got on with work. At 5am went to go out the back door for a break and stood in something I look down and there was blood everywhere someone had killed and cut open 2 hare's and spread the blood and internal organs over the back door and walls there was bloody handprints and bloody footprints it was messed up. I got a creepy feeling I was being watched so I did a 1 finger salute and went inside (pretending it didn't bother me, didn't want to give whoever did this the satisfaction of seeing me cry).