I was thinking that our little horror film needed an explanation.  It came as an assignment in class: Get a partner, take a camera, and go film something, hopefully related to your subject area.  You have a half-hour.  Go. 
So, being English majors, my partner and I headed towards the library.  And we . . . filmed stuff.  It was only later, in "post," that we decided what it was going to be about.  Once we stuck those shaky and old-timey filters on the library shot, we realized it was a scary movie.  So we edited the rest to be such. 
It started out a "how-to" movie for using the library, and ended up . . . very entertaining. 
Well, we laughed a lot as we were making it, anyway.  And in the end, isn't that what matters?
 
