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I grew up in Chicago in the 50's. My parents drank a lot and dumped my two older brothers and I off at the corner movie theater to babysit us. Opened at 10am, closed at 1 am. There, starting at age 5, I sat through those 50's horror movies over and over and over, with my brothers making me sit by myself two or three rows ahead of them, shooting me with rubber bands and paper clips (and endured my fair share of those pervs sitting one seat away from the aisle with a paper bag - learned that early).
But it was those movies, which seem so harmless now. I fainted at the end of Village of the Damned when the children's eyeballs floated up to the sky. I was frozen at the back wall of the theater at the time. I cried with fear at the original House on Haunted Hill with the skeleton, witcy woman in the basement, and acid pit. Spent many a night with covers over my head because of Christopher Lee's red vampire eyes. Pit and the Pendulum with Barbara Steele's eyes as she was left in the Iron Maiden. Anyone ever see Mondo Cane (something like that). Horrified me. Kept cutting off a guys limbs. I've got 40 or 50 more paragraphs, but I think I've given a good hint why I came to this forum.
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