from horror to terror — halloweenPosted: October 12, 2012
The TV was a big black and white unit and the lights were low and flickering, painting our faces in shadow and light.I was probably too young to be watching Outer Limits, but by golly if my older sister could, so could I.
And as the golden laser beam went to another dimension and the two glimmering aliens slid down from their celestial plane into my living room I sat paralyzed, too frightened even to breathe. Or the two scorpion like aliens that looked like stones in the day but at night bit you and possessed your mind and will, I was certain they were under my bed. And each night I would pull back my covers, shut my door and stretch until only the last digit of my finger touched the light switch as the rest of me coiled up toward the bed. Then as the light switch snapped down and darkness descended, I would leap in terror through space and time to my bed certain that the mind controlling scorpions were coming for me. Mornings were much better.
But the worst, most terrifying movie I have almost known ( almost is explained later ) was Black Sunday also known as The Mark of Satan. From the moment the bumbling old man accidentally knocks down the cross poised over a windowed vault — “Don’t you know that was all that was keeping them in there!” — my heart crumbles in despair as each scene puts the heroine in more danger. At the climax, I fight the terror but there’s a curtain and behind it… “Ahhhhhhhhh” I leap to my feet and run out of the room.
It has been fifty years or so, and I still haven’t seen the end. I do hope he saved that girl.