My dad was the associate pastor and song director of a small Baptist church when I was growing up in the 1970s, and on Sundays he would take me to a nursing home to visit elderly shut-ins. Some suffered from senile dementia, and one particularly spooky lady carried a small baby doll around, presumably because she thought it was one of her children from the past. She had wild white hair that she refused to let anyone groom, and it stood out very much like those old Troll dolls from that period. I was horrified of her, and the fact that she resided in a small room in the nursing home where the shades were always drawn and the lights were always out made her especially creepy. For some reason, though, she adored my father; he had copper-red hair, and maybe that was why, because he stood out, but she didn’t seem to like me much (I had black hair like my mom). Regardless, my dad was the only person she let touch her “baby,” and one time she let him hold it and he decided to see if she would allow me to do the same. No dice. When she saw him pass the doll to me, she leapt up in her hospital gown and slippers, and started screaming, and the nursing staff ran in to calm her down. I can still hear the piercing wails that emitted from her to this day. I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the evening after that, I can assure you.
At any rate, with that story as a back drop, I remember seeing one of those late-night TV movies back in that time period that revolved around an elderly couple who could somehow transfer the youth from others and entrap their victims in their old bodies. For some reason this horrified me as much as the “Aunt Ada Has Come to Stay” episode of NIGHT GALLERY I wrote about earlier this year — and thank you guys for helping me find the very movie I had been hunting down for over two decades: HORRORS OF THE BLACK MUSEUM, and the comic where Santa’s sleigh hangs that crook as it flies in front of a full moon (I’ve written a blog post about the help you all gave me, and I really appreciated it — the fact that I found these things on my birthday made it all the better). At the end of the movie (and I’m sure it was one of those 90-minute deals, and ran on either CBS or ABC), the victims of these body or energy swappers are looking down from an apartment window at the now-youthful villains, and I was too horrified to see what the now-old couple looked like…I’ve always wondered, too, and now I wish I could see it. Any idea what it was entitled?
Another movie from that period I’ve often wondered about dealt with, I think, a rock band that gets into a plane crash, and survives, and they somehow get super-powers that help them solve occult mysteries. I want to say they sang something like, “Don’t be afraid of the dark/When it’s a Full Moon,” because my sister and I used to sing that about that movie all the time — it was British, and I seem to remember someone developing the ability to read minds, and maybe someone else developing telekinesis…not sure…sorry for the rambling, but if anyone could help me out, it would be you good folks!