Name That Trauma :: Reader Richard L. on the Terrors of Two Heads
I vividly remember a movie from my youth that scared me so much I had to call mom to help me watch the rest of it.
I just tried to find the title and info about it but failed.
I thought it was THE THING WITH TWO HEADS with RAY MILLAND but the synopsis says that a doctor transplanted a head onto a guy.
The movie I saw has a guy growing a second head. It started as an eye growing in his shoulder and grew into a complete second head! (I thing the guy splits in two later in the movie.)
The scary part, for me, was the "monster" behind the door! He shook the door so violently in the evil doctor's laboratory that it scared me.
Thanks,
Richard
UPDATE: NAME THAT TRAUMA SOLVED! Big ups to Name That Trauma champ Senski who knew that this was from THE MANSTER.
Name That Trauma :: Reader Kiddofunk on Still-Moving Severed Limbs
Hi,
First of all, I would like to tell you that I LOVE your site!!! I visit on a daily basis and rejoice in reading what scared the shit out of other people when they were little. I have, thankfully, been able to nail down all the stuff that affected me at a tender age except for the one I'm about to describe. I'm curious to know if you or your readers can help me discover the name of this movie.
This was in the mid ‘70s, so I was about 6 or 7 years old. It was Halloween night, my favorite holiday, but I had the flu so I couldn't go out trick or treating. Instead, I lay on the couch at home watching horror movies that were airing on our local station. This one film I watched terrified me, but I don't know the name of it. Here's what I remember:
It was a Frankenstein's monster film. I'm pretty certain it was a HAMMER HORROR film from the ‘60s or early ‘70s. I think PETER CUSHING was in it, but I can't be sure. Anyway, some mad scientist has an aquarium filled with water in his lab. In that tank is a man's severed arm. For some reason, he takes the arm out of the tank and shows it to another man. The scientist instructs that man to touch the arm, but the other man is afraid to. After a bit of prodding, the man finally touches the arm and suddenly the hand of the arm comes alive, grabs the man's wrist, and won't let go!
I have always been creeped out by still-moving severed limbs, or elongated limbs (ala Freddy Krueger's arms stretching across the alley in A.N.O.E.S.), and this movie scared the crap out of me. My mom made me turn it off so I never got to finish watching, and I've never seen this film again. Please help if you can.
Thank you,
Kiddofunk
UPDATE: NAME THAT TRAUMA SOLVED! Special thanks to Reader highacorns for realizing it was Frankenstein: The True Story (1973).
Kindertrauma Funhouse
Being dead is a hot new craze that is sweeping the nation just in time for summer! Fashion experts say it's the new being alive. Those who have partaken in the experience verify that it stops the aging process in its tracks and that dieting and acquiring wealth become immediate non issues. "Death is like a vacation that never ends," says Pam Hildenberry editor of MODERN CORPSE magazine. She adds "Life is so yesterday, as soon as I find out what the hell MICHELLE FORBES has up her sleeve on TRUE BLOOD I'm out of here."
Kindertrauma in its never ending quest to be the hippest website in the world jumps on the death bandwagon with this fresh new puzzle honoring those early upstarts who made death the cultural phenomenon it is today. Can you name these famous dead stars and the films they appeared in? You better hurry, the clock is ticking!
Traumafessions :: Reader Senski on "It's Ten O'Clock"
I don't think that anyone has addressed this trauma yet, and I'll wager that this is one that more than a few of us out there share…
"It's ten o'clock…Parents, do you know where your children are?" Since the 1960s, that's been a familiar late-night refrain from the bumper of many a local newscast. Its treatment varies with each station, some quite benign, but in Central Wisconsin in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s, the local CBS affiliate dealt with it in truly ominous fashion. They had the announcer who also did the severe weather bulletins handle the voice-over, a sepulchral "voice of doom" who stressed the "your" with dark portent. It was implied that if your kids were out there, they were up to something horrible…that is, if you heard it as a call against juvenile delinquency.
See, on my channel, it was also accompanied by a black and white title card of an over-sized clock face. Running along the bottom were ghostly silhouettes of children, no older than 10 or 12, even some toddlers among them. (I can still see the little girl in a skirt and pigtails.) This wasn't THE WILD BUNCH we had to be on the lookout for – these were happy little children who could disappear at any time…and their mommies and daddies wouldn't be able to find them! I knew of other kids in my school who refused to even step outside of the house after 10pm lest they be snatched away forever by whatever lurked outside. It was never that bad with me, but it sure made me pull the covers up a little tighter – especially on Wednesday nights, after I had just seen NIGHT GALLERY on NBC.
But that's not all. This advisory was immediately followed by a commercial, frequently a spot for a movie that was being shown at one of our five area cinemas. Since horror films were usually platformed across the country and needed local media to be sold, this was when we got to see ads for films like LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT, DON'T LOOK IN THE BASEMENT, and for me the most memorable of the lot, 1973's TORSO:
Nighty-night, kiddies, huh? I can still hear my mother saying "Jeez!" as she saw that! Ten o'clock was Terror Time, just another reason why the '70s were magical for a young horror fan.
UNK SEZ: It's 10 o'clock do you know where JOAN RIVERS is? Senski, it looks like the old ten o'clock parental heebie jeebie alert is still going on to this day. Watch this bizarre oddity I caught while fishing about the YouTubes (WARNING: This video may contain trace amounts of JOELY FISHER)…
Michael Jackson :: The Good, the Bad & the Monkey
I'm really sad about this whole MICHAEL JACKSON being dead thing, but I have found some solace in the fact that it seems that everywhere I have gone in the last couple days his music is being played. I have to say, "The Way You Make Me Feel" and "Off the Wall" are a lot better than I remembered. On the other hand, the resurgence of "Dirty Diana" is really starting to get on my last nerve. I HATE that song and no amount of untimely death seems able to cure me of that distaste. The chorus alone sounds like how it must feel to have someone remove a blackhead from the tip of your nose with a rusty chisel. M.J., What were you thinking?
I know this has a questionable (or perhaps alleged) affinity with the subject of kindertrauma, but out of curiosity and an honest desire to speed along the grieving process, I ask you dear readers: What is your favorite AND least favorite tune by the King of Pop? I know talking about your least favorite song might seem like a negative way to recognize the recently departed, but if Mike has taught us anything it is that sometimes you have to take the good with the BAD (pun recognized).
So spill your guts kids. What M.J. song begrudgingly gets your toe tapping and what song still makes you want to smack an anonymous stranger over the head with a 2 X 4?
