![]() ![]() It’s an old school, fancy type theater that with the right atmosphere can be extremely creepy. The PERFECT place to watch this and a place to that point I’d never been. We lucked out though because our friend’s mom drove us in her soccer van thirty minutes or so to the Kentucky Theater in downtown Lexington. The next day we finally had a ride to the theater and were going to witness The Blair Witch Project for ourselves. Of course, the reality didn’t hurt the movie one bit. It’s one of those moments where in your own head you‘re like, “Of course it’s not real you stupid, stupid bastard! You’re honestly lucky they let you feed yourself you gullible asshole!” I can’t remember which one, whether it was Leno or Letterman or whatever but there they were….the three missing assholes laughing and talking about their movie. Then the night before the movie I’m once again flicking aimlessly around the tube and had it all ruined for me. We were ready for the scare of our lifetimes. We once even made little Blair Witch arts and crafts one day and hung them in the woods to freak our friend out. This kind of grab assing went on with me and my friends for weeks leading up to the film’s release. I mean, imagine actually believing that the world was about to be told via a film that not only were witches real but there’s footage of one murdering people! Oh and by the way she lives in Maryland. I thought I was scared shitless before but now I was on a whole nother planet – and so were my buddies. Way before internet sleuthing this thing had interviews with people who lived in Burkittsville, creepy ass photographic evidence and more. It played the whole thing as though it was an actual missing persons case! The website sold the awesome lie as well. That haunting stickman was front and center. I popped in something along the lines of and boom. Then came the crude connection noises, of course. I started up the giant tube TV we used to call a computer monitor and waited a solid five minutes for AOL to connect. They all went to bed and I was hanging out in the basement by myself and thought, “Let’s see if there’s a web page about this.” Big ole’ mistake, Mike. When I changed pants and got myself together a couple weeks later, I was staying at a friend’s house and we were all talking about it. Every light in the house on, desperately awaiting someone else to come home. It was some grab bag of the running, screaming, tent shaking in the middle of the night the bag of tongues and teeth found outside said tent and the lovely arts and crafts left for the unlucky youths in the woods. These kids were actually missing and this footage was proof that some entity or at the very best evil person had hunted them down?! I can’t remember exactly which footage from the movie was shown but I do remember it was what would be considered today a very spoilerish amount. If I heard even the music before bed I was prone to need to watch Fresh Prince or something to shake it off.Įxtremely creeped the hell out on that fateful night, I fought the urge to just turn off the TV, sat there and took it all in. We lived in an age of unsolved mysteries because the internet was in its infancy and also because of the literal show Unsolved Mysteries. It doesn’t help that this realistic type horror footage always freaked me out. This was all presented as a real documentary. Footage that had been found in the woods where three students had vanished looking for a goddamn witch. Then, the TV program explained in that haunting Dateline type voice-over that we were currently watching real footage. The person holding it was running through the woods, screaming for their lives before falling over and the picture going black. It would also send me on a weeks long goose chase of pure unadulterated fear and culminate in me feeling extremely stupid.īack to my house in the middle of the country alone at home at night, I witnessed or rather was assaulted by the black and white footage from a camera being swung around in a frenzy. Instead, what I was about to see scared the living shit out of me the same way I would imagine witnessing a murder in the middle of the woods would. Then I’d hop on Twitter to see what everyone thinks. Today I would just whip out my phone and Google it and understand this situation. Now, what I was about to experience could not have happened today. Then I hear blood curdling screams and the TV finally catches my attention. I’m loafing around, snacking or whatever. I flipped on the cable TV with the clicker, not even bothering to find a channel. ![]() ![]() I had just gotten home from a friend’s house after dark and noticed my parents weren’t home.
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