A couple of years ago I was babbling on (and on) about
those things that scared me as a kid and I thought I did a pretty thorough job dredging up all the stuff that kept me awake, wide-eyed, and sweating under the covers at night.
The Horrors of It All recently sparked a repressed memory (and bless this guy's heart, he's kindly provided scans of the interior pages
here and
here):
Dell Movie Classic #12-537-211, Sept/Nov 1962
Now, if this was merely a matter of musty meandering mummies I wouldn't even mention it; monsters going around doing their monster business was why I read these things in the first place. But there's this
one scene...

Oh,
man! Suffocating. Alone. In the dark. Took me
weeks to get over
that. Then I saw Universal's version of
The Mummy on
Shock Theater one scary Saturday afternoon--fast forward to 0:41--and I was never the same again.
Yeah, I don't think I'll be reading
Buried Alive: The Terrifying History of Our Most Primal Fear any time soon.
2 comments:
I think "The Mummy" (more precisely, 'The Mummy's Hand") was the first film I saw on "Shock theatre" in 1961. Chuck Hiers called and told me about this guy with oil coming out of his nose (?)!!. I tuned in and haven't been the same since. First exposure to The Mummy (and mummies in general) Tom Tyler, George Zucco, Dick Foran, and Shock!
I'm thinking the first Mummy film I saw was The Mummy's Ghost though maybe it was The Mummy's Hnd. At times like this I wish I'd kept a journal as a kid but you know how that goes!
You gonna change your online name to GSaM (G for "Grampy")?
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