Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Knocking

Let me set the stage. It's about 3am on a weeknight, my wife and I, along with our dachshund are sleeping. I don't sleep terribly well, so it doesn't always take much to wake me up. I don't know if I was already awake or if Ripley (our dachshund) woke me up. Either way, I can hear him growling under the covers. Not the kind of growl when he is dreaming, but growling AT something or someone. The dog is awake.
This alarms me, because it's 3am, and our bedroom door is closed. He is growling at SOMETHING. Every single time someone walks by the house and he is up in the front window or at the door, he will growl or bark. I knew that he was growling for a reason.
I sit up in bed and listen. At this point, my wife wakes up and asks me what I am doing. I shush her and keep listening. There it is. A knock. The dog barks again. I shush him. I keep listening. There is someone knocking on one of my doors. Or maybe it's the neighbors house?
I slowly get out of end and hear the knocking once more before opening my bedroom door. From the doorway, I can see directly out the back slider onto the deck. There is no one there. The house is dark. I don't hear the knocking anymore.
I go back and look out the bedroom window to my neighbors house. I see no one. I then proceed to check out the rest of the house. Slowly tiptoeing through the house I open the side door and....no one. I move to the front of the house and look out of the big front window. Nothing. I open the front door and step out onto the porch and have a look up and down the sidewalk. There is no one there.
Someone was knocking on what, in hindsight, I suspect was the side door of the house. But I saw no one. Also I should mention that you have to open the side gate to get to the side door. The gate was shut. A drunk? I wish I knew, I think.

Craft Store

I work at a craft's store and I almost always have the closing shift (this night we closed around 9:30) since I work in the mornings somewhere else every week day. Usually there are only four people that close every night: the shift manager, the cashier, and the two other associates that were working the floor. 

After the manager closes down all the registers, the cashier usually follows them back into the office to help get the money bags sorted out and stuff. 

That night this girl and I were working the floor so we stayed out in the now half-lit store and finished up putting some stuff away. After a few minutes the other girl and I hear what sounds like boxes moving several aisles away from us, towards the front of the store. Didn't think much of it, probably just the cashier helping us out now. 

Our manager asks us over the walkie talkie if one of us could go get the slip out of register 1's receipt printer. The other girl and I agreed that the cashier girl was closer so she could do it. It was pretty damn quiet other than them still moving around those boxes or whatever so we kinda just shouted "Hey (cashier's name) could you get that?" No answer. "..(cashier's name)...?" Still no answer. 

This made my heart drop into my stomach. The other associate and I looked at each other wide-eyed and she was obviously creeped out too. I somehow got the courage to run up to the front and grab the paper slip and run back (all while still hearing someone fixing up the shelves) to the office with the other three people. 

All three, including the girl who was cashier, were back there in the money room that was attached to the office. I immediately asked the cashier if she had gone out on the floor. She shook her head no and the other girl and I again exchanged "what the fuck" looks.

 I explained to the cashier and manager what we heard and they kind of just brushed it off. I took my earpiece out of my ear and on the way to put away my walkie talkie by the computer in the office I passed by the office door and I fucking shit you not, heard two light knocks right as I had my back to it. 

I was too damn scared to even tell the other three what had just happened and plus I assumed they wouldn't believe me anyway. Eventually we were walking out of the front door, locked it, and all four of us turn around to the parking lot and automatically count 5 cars. 

The unfamiliar car that did not belong to us was parked in the very front and was a rusty maroonish color. Not a single thing was said, we just fast-walked to our cars and got the hell out of there. I don't know if there was a person in the store or what but it made me terrified to work closing shifts for the next several weeks.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Low Budget Horror Movie Article by Wired

If you are here at Alone at Night,  then you probably love horror movies.  And if you have good taste in movies,  then you probably understand that most horror movies suck.  Well, there is good news for us in this article from Wired.com.

“You’re starting to see horror change again. It’s not just recycling the ’70s and ’80s. Even though there was sci-fi horror back then, it’s adding a lot more science fiction concepts, and a lot more of these mind-game philosophical puzzle things, which I feel kind of started around the time of Cube back in the ’90s and is coming full circle with, well, with Circle. … I find this resurgence so exciting. I’m not sure the resurgence is there with books right now—books are still a little thin on the ground with really original, interesting horror (Alone at night editor's note: they must not have read our book Terrifying Tales.)—but movies definitely are having a boom."

Friday, August 25, 2017

Urban Exploration part 3



Norristown State Hospital Exploration by JohnnyCakes





So a few friends (I think three of them in this specific instance) and I go "ghost hunting" and check out weird places and stuff every now and then. We live out in Kentucky where there's not much to do, pretty rural areas. One night we decided to check out this fairly old place that's a good 15-20 minute drive from one of my friend's places, kind of out in the middle of nowhere. They call it the Mercer House, I assume because some family with the last name Mercer lived there once. As far as I know no murders or anything bad that would make it "haunted" happened.
It's a two or three (can't remember. I think it was three but the stairs were so rickety we didn't want to risk it by going up to the third) story old wooden house in the middle of a field, and no one has lived there for quite a while (I dunno the exact number of years). Supposedly some of the local meth-heads go there for recreation every now and then, so two of us had bats in case we needed to fight off some drugged-up hobos like in Condemned or something. So that possible threat was a little creepy, plus some other redneck family technically owns the land the house is on and is known for shooting first and asking later, though they never really go around the Mercer House.
Due to the mud (it had rained really hard earlier, but was clear for the rest of the night) we could only pull up partly through the driveway, then had to park and walk the rest of the way (which was still a good 3-5 minutes or so, we like needlessly long driveways in KY). During the walk we hear some coyotes howl which was a little creepy, but they seemed pretty far away. As we approached the house we noticed a cat. Kind of cute, actually, it was a bit dirty but it looked nice, not like those nasty, ear-bitten-off, festering wounds, patches-of-fur-missing type of homeless cats. It was pretty affectionate and didn't run from us, instead following us around. The front door was slightly ajar before we went in. The lock was smashed off anyway so the wind could just as easily have blown it open, and we didn't think much of it. The cat followed us inside.
The living room and kitchen were on the first floor and not that interesting, although thanks to the druggies the living room had an interesting mix of old and semi-new (but junky and probably stolen) furniture. I'm remembering that there was a door that lead under the stairs, but it was either locked or blocked by something and we didn't want to disturb anything so we left it alone. At the bottom of the stairs, sitting on the rail was a small plastic bottle. It looked kind of scientific, like something you'd keep a sample in. There was a sticker label, but it was worn off and partially ripped so if there was ever any writing on it it was completely gone now. The bottle was filled with some kind of blue transparent liquid. One of our dumber friends uncapped it and took a whiff, but said it had no scent. We put the cap back on and left the bottle where we found it.
We headed upstairs and there were a lot of smaller rooms, so we split up into two pairs (like I said, two of us had bats, and two of us had flashlights so it worked out. I'm not particularly creeped out by the dark, but I am creeped out by drug-addled rednecks trying to kill me, so I had one of the bats). The cat decided to follow my pair. So my friend and I went to check out one of the bedrooms. This one had a window, so a bit of moonlight was peering in and falling directly on a stack of newspapers. They were all old, from like the 1950s or something, which was pretty neat. I crouched down to read over the top one, I think the front page story was about a murder which was interesting.
My reading was interrupted by my friend behind me who let out a sudden, "Fuck!" I hopped up prepared with my bat and asked him what the hell his problem was, and he waved me over to the cabinet he was examining. He shined his light on the front of it where someone had carved the word "HELP" into the wood. I told him he was an idiot and someone was just messing with us, but he insisted up and down that the first time he looked over the cabinet, that wasn't there, and it showed up after he started checking it out. I still think he's full of shit but he was certain of it. Right about that point, the cat (which had been following my friend mostly) decided it was bored and left the room. It sounds weird but almost the exact moment the cat went around the doorway and left my line of sight, our flashlight's batteries died.
We called the other guys over and all formed together back into one group since we only had the one light. The cat came back with the other two, and continued to follow all of us. We looked around a bit more, and decided to check out the bathroom. The shower had one of those classic old curtains. The guy with the flashlight was too much of a wuss, so I opened the curtain, and immediately saw movement. Something small and dark was in the tub and moving around. It seemed slow and smooth, so I assumed it was a snake. Ghosts don't bother me, but fuck snakes, so I decided we should call it a night and we GTFO pretty quick.
As we left the place, the cat continued to follow us until we stepped off the front porch, where it sat down and stayed, still watching us. Once we got about two yards from the house, our other flashlight went out.
-UltimateCark




Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Urban Exploration Part 2

Here is another group of tales from urban explorers. 

There is an abandoned east coast insane asylum that I've often seen posted, both on Reddit as well as various other places around the internet. I personally have been there probably 10 or 15 times over the course of a decade, and each time I've found something new, as the complex is very spread out, and very massive. What I've never seen posted, nor even mentioned, however, is the maze of tunnels beneath the complex.
Connecting each building is a subterannean network of tunnels for steam, water, sewage, and electric. The tunnels are all roughly 10-15 feet underground, and quite long. They lead into the basement of each structure in a portion of the complex, with an emergency escape hatch that leads out into the woods between buildings in a portion. One weird thing is that most of the entrances to the tunnel system are hidden in the walls - I exited through a door once and found myself in a room that was the complex's post office, where I'd literally been 5 times before, and had never noticed that there was a hidden passage integrated into the wood paneling.
The complex has been abandoned for 20-30 years, so parts of the tunnels are very wet with leaking water. When you're down in them, you constantly hear environmental noise, as well as echos from your own movements. There is NOTHING reflective down there, and there are no outside sources of light. If you don't have a bright enough flashlight, it can get kind of difficult to make out features of things in the distance, and you're relying alot upon the slight tonal differences of what you can see to determine what something is off in the distance before you're right up on it (go out on a moonless night, and shine an LED penlight against a concrete wall from like 15 feet away to get an idea what I'm talking about).
Now, for the terror:
First of all, I have a stupid habit of going into these place by myself. I've recently started correcting this, because you never know when an accident could happen, leaving you alone, underground, in the dark. The last time I was in the tunnels, I was by myself, with a single AA battery powered 75-100 Lumen LED flashlight (mistake number two). During this excursion, I decided to follow the tunnel down to what was the water treatment building for the complex. This tunnel slopes downward, so the leaking water previously mentioned runs down and collects at the tunnel's end. So, at the end of the tunnel, I enter this large room, with two 15 foot tall water storage tanks. There is probably an inch of water and muck on the floor, which makes a "schtuck" noise when you walk. I'm standing still, looking around with my flashlight, and from the opposite side of the room, around 20 feet away, I hear "schtuck"..."schtuck". There is someone else in this underground room with me.
I shine my flashlight across the room, and don't see anything, but keep hearing the wet footprints. All of a sudden, I shine the light on this human shaped object that is just black. There's no difference in shading or anything, it's just like a shadow against the peach colored concrete wall. I stammer out a "Hello?" and all of a sudden, I can see this person's two eyes flash up, reflecting back my flashlight, but that's it. I don't know if the person was in a ghillie suit or what, but it's impossible to make out anything distinguishing. I don't know what kind of weirdo sets out in a full black getup to rummage around underground.
So, at this point, I flip out. I spin 180 degrees on my heals, and BOLT. I'm flying up the inclined tunnel, slipping and sliding all over the place on the damp concrete. I fell a handful of times, sprained my wrist badly, and got a number of cuts on my one knee. That run through the underground tunnels felt like an eternity. If you've ever seen the "subaway scene" from the movie "28 weeks later", that's the closest thing I can approximate it to. It was the closest thing I've ever experienced to a living nightmare, I've never been so terrified in all my life.
Looking back, I'm sure whomever I met down there in the dark was probably as terrified as I was (unless they were crazy as hell). I have no reason to believe they followed me, and they probably ran back the way they came, same as I did. I noticed that they didn't have a flashlight on, so what I think probably happened is that they noticed my light, and pulled a hoody up over their head, turned their light off, and tried to hide as best they could.
Sorry if this got a little long and rambly, just wanted to share my part here. If there's a takeaway from this, it can be summed up in a single fantastic sentence:
"Don't enter strange underground tunnels, through hidden doors, beneath long abandoned and forgotten insane asylums, with a single tiny flashlight when you're by your lonesome."
-NoCountryForOldPete





I was in an old hotel built into a city block in the style of the 1920s with like storefronts, hotel, bar, rest, pools on multilevels etc etc. it was a swanky place at one point.
I used to sneak in and explore the rooms and floors (like 15 I think)..
So anyways I am on a date and we'd had a few drinks and I thought it would be cool to show her the hotel (it was next to a popular bar street in a college town and many people knew of it since it dominated the skyline).
We're up on the highest floor where I'd never been before--- I usually went to the 11th floor pool area because it was like being on an exclusive VIP area over the college Bar street but no one knew you were up there...it was my favorite spot for a discreet smoke after drinking or getting some jimmy johns and chilling.
So anyways we're up on the top floor hoping to get onto the smallish top roof (imagine it's kind of a terraced mini skyscraper) and we hear this really really unsettling noise coming from a room up ahead.....it's dark and late and we're waaaaaay back into this fallen down hotel.
The sound is like a thousand hushed whispers...but it wasn't just a sound it was a feeling. There was a beating sensation to the whole thing that was so decentralized it was unnerving to the extreme. Every animal instinct told me there was a huge Doom-style boss monster or maybe a full-scale Rave was crammed down into 1 hotel room where all the rolling ravers are frantically telling eachother "shhhhhhh!" "ShhhhhH!"
The girl is freaked out but she's braver than me she wants to go peek into the door. I wanted to bolt back to the fire escape and get the hell out but I wasn't going to show her I was scared so I followed her as she inched forward down the dark hallway.
When we reached the doorway there was a half-working emergency light that cast just enough light into the hotel room.... What I saw was a roiling mass of movement that kind of instantly triggered my gag reflex and I jumped back as if someone had punched me in the stomach. The room was full...and I mean fucking full of pigeons. A broken window let them in and they made their perch there for the night...there must've been hundreds.
The girl screamed about the same time that I jumped and the pigeons took flight--- about half of them out the window and the other half into the tiny hallway of the top floor with us.
Wings and feathers and stinking birds hitting me in the head and shoulders like wet nerf footballs as we scrambled for the emergency exit and down the fire escape.
-seaofcheeseburgers



I was working on a project for a photography project, and there's a massive forest up a mountain near where I live. Said forest contains an abandoned hospital that was shut down after an unexplained death. No, I am not joking. https://www.rte.ie/news/2015/0510/700091-hannah-comber/
So, it's a shitty day, weatherwise. I'm innawoods with a camera and a packed lunch, ready to go a-wandering.
After a few hours, I found a small camp, with some abandoned tools, including a massive bolt cutter. Someone had tried to destroy them in a fire, but that was a no-go. Maybe 2-300 meters away, I found a burned out car. Not an uncommon sight in the area, kids buy super-shitty, clapped out bangers and trash them up there. Not far away, about running distance, I found a pair of women's jeans. And a little bit further away from that, maybe 5 meters or so, there was a pair of panties, hanging off a low branch. They'd clearly been there for a while, I'm not sure how long underwear would last exposed to Irish weather, and these were right out in the open, but a few weeks maybe?
Pretty creepy, finding all that, all alone in the woods. I flipped through local news for anything on any break-ins or assaults or anything suspicious, and couldn't find anything that had happened recently.
Easy-Tiger

Sorry it's long, i'm not a good writer and want to try convey the atmosphere of the place best I can.
Me and a few friends decided to explore this abandoned child's hospital we'd heard about which was in a small village about an hour from us.
We get there and it's this huge plot of land, trees surrounding the whole place and the building in the centre; real creepy looking.
We had to climb up a wall to get inside, as we couldn't get in on the ground floor and had to go through a window that was ajar. After climbing through, the place is a mess, rubble everywhere but it looked completely desolate as if no one else had been inside in years.
Anyway, we basically went straight up to the roof, sat and had a few beers then went home. I decided to go back a few days later with my girlfriend to have a proper look around because I wanted to explore it.
We went in the building and immediately there was a different vibe unlike the other night. We jumped over the broken staircase to get to the ground floor (this was next to a large heavy duty wooden door with multiple bolts and chains over it) and found a trapdoor with a ladder underneath which led to the basement. I convinced my girlfriend to come with me but she wouldn't explore he basement when we were there, just stayed at the bottom of the ladder with her torch while I had a quick look around.
That's went it got really scary. I walked past some machines into the small room which was completely empty with the exception of a kicked over chair and a noose hanging from a pipe directly above the chair. I shit myself (not literally) and turned round to leave, when on the wall there was red graffiti ( not prepared to believe it was blood because there was a lot) saying "DONT COME BACK".
Needless to say I haven't been back. My girlfriend told me after she felt like I was gone for about an hour, when I was only 5/10 minutes and she kept hearing whispers from the dark corridors and the trapdoor fell shut above her at one point, for no apparent reason.
-kingjtw




A while ago my friend told me about this time he walked into this building to take pictures for his college project that was supposedly haunted. As he was taking a picture he heard footsteps in front of him walking toward him, only there wasn't anyone there. The footsteps went around him and then stopped and he just shat his pants and left.
I kind of half believed him because he's a pretty honest guy i.e. he'll say really embarassing things about himself without really caring.. anyway. i decided to go with this other friend of mine to explore it and the entrance which was open had a plank propped up against it from the inside which was probably put there by someone. We tried to find an alternate entrance and eventually we had to break this barrier that they put up to get in. my friend was pretty creeped out but i love this kind of shit so i convinced him that we move on. we moved to the staircase and i heard someone's voice go 'uh' coming from upstairs. before i turned to ask my friend if he heard anything, my friend completely freaked out and started saying that he heard someone upstairs and insisted that we leave. me being the asshole i am insisted we go upstairs and see. obviously there wasn't anyone there, but what we saw was definitely a bit weird. there was a bedsheet hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room, and in the corner there were pigeon wings.. thats right just pigeon wings, not feathers.. WINGS and a couple of syringes. we were like 'wtf'. and then left.. it was definitely a bit creepy!

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Japanese Haunted Town

There's a town in Japan that is haunted by dolls. We heard that the dolls are made by a local woman to represent townspeople that have passed away. We're not sure if that's the true story behind the dolls, or if there might be something more sinister behind them...



You can navigate the town in this image.

Urban Exploring

Hello, Alone at Nighters. Below is a small collection of stories from people's experience with urban exploring. 

I grew up in a very rural area in the Deep South, and spent most of my time riding my horse alone in the National Forests and expansive private properties that bordered our house. There was an old abandoned house about 2 miles' ride through the woods from me, and I often rode by it on my journeys through the woods. Sometimes I tied my horse up outside, went in, and explored inside it but there was really nothing of interest. There was just trash and things like electric bills from the '80s. I think an old woman used to live there based on some pictures that I found.
Time went on and I went away to college. My horse went with me and lived on a farm near the college. I no longer rode past this abandoned house. After graduating college, my horse and I moved back home for a little while, and I decided to go back and explore it again.
So, I rode my horse the ~2 miles through the deep woods to get to this house, which is itself probably 1000 feet (on second thought might be less, I'm pretty shitty at estimating distances) from a lonely gravel road that cuts through the forest. It is very secluded and almost creepy. The house is about 3 miles from a paved road.
I am less brave than I used to be, so when I entered the house I felt out-of-place and slightly scared. But I used my cell phone light to explore the rooms anyway. A lot was just as I remembered, but right as I was about to leave, I found a calf skeleton in the corner of the entry room.
I have no idea how this calf got shut up inside the building. The doors were firmly shut when I approached it. Also, the screen door opened one way, while the actual door opened the other, so that it was impossible for both to be open at once for some creature to accidentally wander in. Furthermore, the nearest cow pastures are a good bit away from the house.
I left the abandoned house with the image in my head of some deviant cruelly trapping a calf in there for sick purposes.
Here are some images. I took the picture of the house as I was leaving, hence why the screen door is open. It was shut when I approached.
-scoldsbridle


My friends and I used to explore this old factory/processing plant (no idea what it was originally). Anyway, it had lots of underground sections which were pitch black even a couple of meters from the entrance, but which also required going down a flight of stairs.
One time we found a burned out car 2-3 levels down - no idea how it got in there, but that was kinda creepy.
Another time we found a hole, we didn't bring torches (flashlights) with us because we're idiots, but we had lighters and were trying to figure out what the hole was or if it could lead anywhere... we put a stick in there and it ended up being at least 6 feet deep, but we also learned that it was full of some liquid and if we had fallen in could have easily drowned in the dark.
Another time we went a couple of levels down and one of us at the bottom started screaming shrieks of absolute terror and the rest of us thought we were all going to be murdered. We all started running, everyone was screaming at this point, there was this sludgey shit on the ground and some of us slipped and fell just like in a god damn horror movie - slipping and sliding, our limbs out of control... again, there's 6+ people screaming bloody fuckin' murder with absolute fear and terror on their faces so we all thought we were going to get murdered...
Turned out a bird had made a nest down there and my sister got spooked and my friend screamed like a bitch.
-Aoxo


Last winter I went into this abandoned parking lot under a closed shopping mall. It had two levels. The upper level had a bit of sunlight going in through the windows, but the lower level was pitch black. I made my way down this wide ramp that the cars would use and I decided to have a look at the bottom level. After turning my flashlight on I noticed that the space was huge, much bigger than the upper level.
I remember how the light danced through the many supporting pillars and casted vivid shadows. I said "Hello" and "I'm just taking a look around" just to make my intentions clear, but was met with no response. So I decided to walk around for a bit, but couldn't see anything of interest, just a lot of junk, some empty old bottles, but nothing that might indicate someone living or hanging around there. The place seemed completely abandoned, however this uneasy feeling that someone might be hiding in the pitch black shadow of one of those pillars took the better of me and I climbed back up the ramp.
I left taking different route and passed under an overhead clearing that snow had fallen through. Just as I was about to hop the fence and leave I noticed that the patch of snow that had formed had footprints in it.
I know this doesn't really sound horrifying when you read it, as the logical explanation was that some poor chap had probably taken shelter from the cold inside the lot. But still, being there creeped the hell out of me.
-idatedanyeti


Exploring an abandoned construction site.
It's a site out in redneck country that's got a bunch of old construction vehicles getting overgrown with plants and my gf and I decided to go check it out, see what it's all about. We look around and don't see a whole lot. It's about to rain so we decide to head out. As we are getting in my car my gf freezes and says "There's a guy in the woods watching us." I shit myself and ask if she's sure. She repeats herself and says he saw her see him and laid flat on the ground to hide himself.
Noped out of there real fucking quick.
-taozee


This isn't really a scary or horrifying story, but more of a dodged bullet story.
Me, my best friend, and my cousin like to explore abandoned buildings and structures. At the time, we needed an abandoned location for a web series we were doing. We walked across a large, barren field to get to an old, worn down house. There was even a small old barn right next to it. It seemed like the perfect location. We walked around the barn and I was filming because I wanted to review the footage later to show the other people involved in the series who couldn't make it. After we looked through a large portion of the barn, I stopped recording and we headed out.
The next thing to explore was the house. However, there was something off about it. It certainly looked abandoned but it didn't feel like it was abandoned. I noticed an orange extension cord saw it led to a small window near the ground. I could tell it was the basement and the light was on. I looked over at my friend and cousin and told them that I was pretty sure someone lived here. There was no garage and no car but the light in the basement immediately told me that someone lived here. My cousin for some reason thought nothing of it and was going to try the door when, sure enough, a truck started coming down the driveway. So here we are, 3 teenagers standing right next to someone's house during the late afternoon with someone driving down the road. Me and my cousin immediately started to speed walk away from the house and towards the barren field. The truck pulled up near us and a middle-aged Mexican man got out. He asked us what we were doing and I said that we were walking through the field were walking to a nearby neighborhood. He looked at us for a bit and we started to back up and went inside. That immediately put an end to our exploration that day.
The thing that makes this story one of the biggest dodged bullets is what if my Cousin broke into the house? What if I didn't notice the extension cable? Imagine all three of us in his house when he came home.
-justthatguy1290

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Pursuit by Stephen Dobyns

This is a little different then a lot of our posts. This is a fright of a more existential nature. It's a poem that we interpret as being about time and how it tick tick ticks away. The poem is by Stephan Dobyns. You can find more of his work here. You can read more about Stephen here.

Pursuit

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass—
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape
and so move forward, as someone in the woods
at night might hear the sound of approaching feet
and stop to listen; then, instead of silence
he hears some creature trying to be silent.
What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly
down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;
the other ever closer, yet not really
hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.

Lights On Cinemagraph

Lights on. A cinemagraph I created some time ago. I thought it might fit here.

This spooky art was created by Luc Kleuskens. You can see other creations by Luc at his website, or Instagram.  It is a little reminiscent of the hit scary shot film "Lights Out".