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Let’s play.

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Come on.

You know you want to….

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I have to be honest here and say I can’t think of one.

I was one of those weird kids who loved to turn out the lights and watch horror flicks. Alone, in the dark.

Nothing freaked me out. Nothing scared me. I never thought there were boogie men under my bed or monsters in my closet.

I was the kid who laughed when Linda Blair’s head started spinning in the Exorcist.

I happily went swimming after seeing Jaws.

The mad slasher films of the 80’s? Pfft. They made me laugh .

If forced to choose one, I guess I’d have to say the old Rosemary’s Baby. It didn’t scare me per se… but i remember it being creepy and atmospheric.

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How about you.

What movie scared the bejesus out of your childish self?

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Classic cinema.

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It was Halloween season when we were in New Hampshire and as I was blow drying my hair one morning in the resort, I heard strange sounds coming from the living room.

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Turns outthe husband had found one of those mondo bizarro horror movies from the 50’s.. and it was a hoot.

Fiend Without A Face. No need to delve into the plot, just know it was marvelously ridiculous with disembodied killer brains on the loose.

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They boarded up the doors, but it found a way in.

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They chopped it with an ax…

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But they still weren’t safe.

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And just when we thought our damsel in distress could stop wringing her hands?

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Multiple disembodied brains attacked.

Man, they don’t make movies like this anymore.

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🤣

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Another classic!

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You’ll be sorry you missed this one.

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So bad it was good.

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Mad scientists at work.

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They were attempting to shrink some shrews, but something went wrong.

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Terribly wrong.

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Which is why this fellow bellied up to the bar.

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The shrew’s poisonous saliva killed this guy.

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So our hero shot it.

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But look!

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Another one is chewing through the wall.

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Yeah, sure. The couch will stop it.

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That fellow is now behind the bar and I don’t blame him. Drink up boyo, they’re coming.

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An escape plan is hatched with welded together oil drums.

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Our heroine looks out but doesn’t like what she sees.

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( The giant shrews? Skinny dogs with glued on tails and bizarre fur.)

Low budget cinema at it’s best.

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Only the hero, heroine and mad doctor manage to duck walk the drums to the water’s edge.

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Where they swim for the boat…

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And prattle on about over population of a species that had absolutely nothing to do with the plot.

The shrews?

They’re left behind on the island to eat each other until none are left.

There’s a moral there somewhere….

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