#115 – Maul
Posted on May 25, 2012 at 12:00 am by Chris
Chapter: Comic
I did take two steps towards the tree before realizing what I was doing. I almost had the urge to look around me for the cameras that were surely filming me. I guess I’ll think twice next time I see a scene like that in a movie and say “Come on! Nobody would go look behind the tree in real life!”
Tags: dog, monster, scary movies
I once was exploring a tunnel under an abandoned insane asylum, and the only light source i had was my camera flash (really!)
I got about 40 feet in before i got too freaked out..
Did you see the wall rider?
@DanO – that wouldn’t happen to be in Northampton MA, would it? I’ve been to an old abandoned insane asylum there, and made it about the same distance into a tunnel under it using only the LED ‘flash’ on my cell phone as well. Would be cool if these just happened to be the exact same place! 🙂
Actually it WAS in Northern Boston Area somewhere! A really large estate area in the hills! Lol.. it probably was the same place.
My flash was on my Canon point and click.. so i’d get a flash of the tunnel, and then i’d have to look at the photo image to see if anything (zombie? ghost? madman?) was about to attack me.
Northampton is in Western Massachusetts, a good 2 hours from Boston. Sadly we no longer have that historic mental hospital (which was used for the orphanage in Cider House Rules), as they tore it down and built an ugly housing development there instead.
Nothing to be afraid of up in that tree.
Except clowns riding devil bats. With a plate of fresh chocolate-chip cookies.
After being up 36 hours straight including a 12 hour monster movie marathon, you pick up on bits of wisdom like that.
My family calls this “going into the corn.”
Nothing good ever happens in the movies when people go into a field of corn. Corn serves only one purpose as a crop: it is a spooky place to die.
There used to be a church in Tampa, FL. Church of The Harvest (caps mine). My wife and I simultaneously said the name of the movie this goes with. Weird sh*t is not limited to Stephen King’s typical locales. See: Duma Key.