![]() Earlier in the series, the directors often nailed this area, focusing less on the drama and more on the mechanics of the situations. Laugh all you want, but those re-enactments were also more effective than we care to admit. The people who should be telling you they don’t exist. These weren’t the Mountain Dew-rattled twentysomethings of today’s Ghost Hunters or Ghost Adventures, but the friends and family you knew up the street. stoic old scientists as seen in The Queen Mary). the discarded head at the The General Wayne Inn) and certainly the demographics of the people telling them (e.g. It was in the specificity of the stories (e.g. Stack always exacerbated these facets, and while his shadowy appearances eventually became the stuff of parody (see: 1998’s BASEketball), he always retained an air of authority that made the wildest stories feel valid.Īnd that sense of validity made so many of us true believers of the supernatural. It was as if every episode was meticulously designed to deliver the strongest scares, from the way locations were lit, to the menacing shift in synths, to how the smallest details often spoke volumes of truths. Much of this has to do with the conviction of Unsolved Mysteries. Let’s not forget, as children of a pre-Internet era, the imagination could go to some dark and unnerving situations when completely unchecked - and they did. That idea to a young child - or, hell, even to a young adult (the hairs on my arms are standing up just thinking about it) - is pure, unadulterated terror fuel. Yet what made that notion all the more terrifying was the fact that most of these revelations happened when we were alone without anyone to either take our minds off it or dissuade us. ![]() ![]() (Don’t even get me started on Sightings the true test of terror.) These were the episodes that really fucked with your head, namely because they didn’t rely so much on the specifics to scare you, but on the soft confirmation that, yes, the things that go bump in the night might not be your imagination. ![]() It was seemingly on constant rotation every evening, and without fail, managed to embellish every creaky noise in your house - as if to ludicrously suggest whatever subject being discussed by host Robert Stack was somehow down the hall, in your parents’ bedroom, and waiting to pounce on you.īut if you’re like this writer, who grew up on imaginative servings of Amblin and Stephen King, the Legend segments revolving around the supernatural were the ones that sent you running outside. You know the theme, you know the voice, you know the logo: If you grew up as a latchkey kid in the early ’90s, Unsolved Mysteries was both your best friend and your worst nightmare. ![]()
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