When I was a kid, my Mom worked nights at the Hospital, and my little brother and I were left in the care of a teenaged babysitter who was a big fan of all things Horror. I know, explains a lot, right? Her equally creep-loving boyfriend, out of the goodness of his heart, gave me a stack of then-current horror mags, zipped into a translucent vinyl bag. I was far too terrified to open it until I was much older, and tossed them under the bed and out of sight. But one magazine on top kept peering at me through the plastic. It was the one above... issue number three of Atlas' short-lived (but undead in my brain) Movie Monsters. This disturbing version of the Phantom kept me up many a night. Just thought I'd share.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Etched Into My Brain
When I was a kid, my Mom worked nights at the Hospital, and my little brother and I were left in the care of a teenaged babysitter who was a big fan of all things Horror. I know, explains a lot, right? Her equally creep-loving boyfriend, out of the goodness of his heart, gave me a stack of then-current horror mags, zipped into a translucent vinyl bag. I was far too terrified to open it until I was much older, and tossed them under the bed and out of sight. But one magazine on top kept peering at me through the plastic. It was the one above... issue number three of Atlas' short-lived (but undead in my brain) Movie Monsters. This disturbing version of the Phantom kept me up many a night. Just thought I'd share.
