Night Terrors - Sort Of... by Helen Chappell
Like most kids like me, I was single, dateless and alone on weekend nights. While my brother and other popular kids were out doing whatever popular kids did back in the Dark Ages of the Latter Half of the 20th Century, I was home, armed with a snitched bag of chips and an old black-and-white TV conveniently located as far away from sleeping adults as possible. When you hit your teens in those
three- or four-broadcast-channel days, you moved your viewing from the after-school cartoon hosts (Captain Chesapeake? Sally Starr, anyone?) to the Three Stooges and Popeye before dinner. After the sitcoms and private eye shows and the parental units going to bed, after the eleven o’clock news (always deadly and ugly), it was time to settle in for the late-night horror movies.
Gore De Vol 9
