Since 1979, the horrific image of a half-psycho/half-mannequin, knife-wielding maniac from TOURIST TRAP has repeatedly appeared in my dreams. I was forced to watch this movie as a five-year-old by my older brother and his pals. They decided their plot to scare themselves silly would be foiled if I ran screaming out of the room crying to my mommy. So, they blocked the door, plopped me down right in front of the T.V., and proceeded to induce a deep-seeded fear of inanimate clothing models with removable limbs and bad hair-dos.
I’ve always loved horror movies, but I’ve never been brave enough to figure out the name of the first one that sliced and diced its way into the very depths of my subconscious. I’ve so enjoyed the stories of fellow Kindertrauma readers that I’ve had to take a deep breath, google “mannequin horror,” and finally put a name to the face that continues to haunt my dreams! Thanks Kindertrauma!