![]() Hyde (1953), Alabama’s Ghost (1973), An American Werewolf in London (1981), Astro Zombies (1968), Asylum (1972), The Beyond (1981), Baby Driver (2017), Blood Beast from Outer Space (1965), Blood for Dracula (1974), Blood Freak (1972), Blood of Ghastly Horrors (1967), Bloody Pit of Horror (1965), The Brain Eaters (1958), Brides of Blood (1968), Captain Kronos (1974), Cemetery Girls (1973), The Changeling (1980), Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things (1972), City of the Living Dead (1980), Clash of the Titans (1981), Corpse Eaters (1974), Count Dracula’s Great Love (1973), Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954), Creepshow (1982), Critters (1986), Crypt of Dark Secrets (1976), Cujo (1983), Curse of the Doll People (1961), Curse of the Voodoo (1965), The Deadly Mantis (1957), Deathdream (1974), Demon Lover (1976), Doomwatch (1972), Doctor Butcher M.D. Time passes–and now when I see these assembly instruction leaflets for Frankenstein’s Monster, Dracula, the Wolfman, and the Mummy, it all makes me think that now I’m older and can afford it, it’s maybe time to go and buy one….Abbott & Costello Meet Dr. So, I contented myself with just looking, and dreaming, and reading about Peter Parker, and watching ye olde films on TV, and reading the books they were based on, which turned into a greater love. …But I also knew that I’d never get my hands on one of these beauties as Scotland is a hell of a distance from New York for seven-year-old boys, and the pocket money would never last to pay the postage and packaging. But when I saw the colour ads and the glorious boxes and the expanding list of characters available “to add to your collection” (has there been more tempting words?)– The Creature from the Black Lagoon, The Bride of Frankenstein, Godzilla…. Then I saw the ads for the Aurora glow-in-the-dark Frankenstein Monster, and I thought it would probably be like all those other ads for X-Ray Spex or sneezing powder or Sea Monkeys–better looking on paper than in reality. There was also Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee in their Draculas and Frankentseins, and Oliver Reed suffering The Curse of the Werewolf, but ye olde black and white movies held their spell as first true love. ![]() ![]() Then came late night horror movies on our local TV station that screened Boris Karloff in Frankenstein, and The Mummy Bela Lugosi in Dracula and Lon Chaney jnr in The Wolfman. It was meant for the over twelves, but being taller than any other seven-year-old I knew, I blagged my way in, and never once regretted the sheer bloody terror of it all. I’d been smitten with horror films since being scared shitless in a “Haunted Corridor of Terror” at some travelling amusement park–where the walls opened and hands came out to grab and pull and nip and chase. ![]()
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