OffScript Longoz Park

Category: Dark Stories

We were all born into the same world. Swaying back and forth in the embrace of darkness. To the left, then to the right. Again and again.

There were those who drank its milk in excess; they were the ones who could never be satiated. Then there were those who were content at some level; they were the ones who sought refuge in the sun. But the problem is this: one day, billions of years from now, or whatever, the darkness will definitely swallow the sun too.

  • six.

    The Truth is Out There

    I remember, back in the ’90s, watching the sky through the window with cheap binoculars, hoping to catch a glimpse of a terrifying UFO. Oh, how excited I was every time I saw tiny flashing lights on planes far away. It was the spirit of that time among us kids.

    My friends and I were addicted to mystery magazines and all the other stuff full of aliens, monsters, ghosts, Atlantis, the Roswell incident, the Bermuda Triangle, and countless more.

    Then at some point, The X-Files hit the scene. We were always right there with Mulder, asking the same questions, and we were always so angry at Scully. How could she not believe it? How could she not see it!

    What an era for young minds to be shaped.

    Today, there are countless documentaries about aliens and UFOs with high image quality. Sometimes I turn one of them on, but I can’t help but turn it off after ten minutes. For some reason, it doesn’t have the same taste anymore. The mystery is gone. Or, maybe the mystery is still there, but clearly, I am not.

  • five.

    five.

    Like that well-known song Lady D’Arbanville, I love the contrast between appearance and depth in works of art. This photo conveys the same feeling to me. There is something dark beneath its colorful surface.

    Always the same monologue in my mind; when I captured this shot, and every time I see it:

    Red Riding Hood was here.
    Guess where she is now.

  • two.

    two.

    When my wife and I moved into a house in a small village a few years ago, I spent the first few days trying to imagine the presence of the previous owners, who had already passed away, within those walls. The idea was unsettling, yet fascinating. Even now, I still check the floors and walls from time to time, hoping to find a hidden compartment, perhaps an old box filled with photographs. I think the photograph I was hoping to find would look exactly like this one. To be honest, I can’t say I’m unhappy about not finding it.

  • one.

    one.

    The idea of a head emerging from the grave often feels frightening to people, no matter whose body it belongs to. But it doesn’t always have to be terrifying. Imagine someone you loved deeply, who passed away long ago, coming back to life.

    If that thought still feels scary, please blame Stephen King and his Pet Sematary. Otherwise, I promise, there is no evil here.