When I was a little kid, my teenage sister was a big STEPHEN KING fan. One of her favorite ways of tormenting her little brother was to chase me around the house with the cover of her paperback copy of Pet Sematary, which I was completely terrified of. For those unfamiliar with or don’t remember, the original paperback featured a screaming ghastly-looking undead kitty pouncing forward at the reader. I’m not ashamed to admit that glancing at the cover still gives me little chills to this day.
UNKLE LANCIFER SEZ: Zack, thanks for the Traumafession! You just reminded me that my little brother had a terrible issue with a particular paperback himself, it was called The Devil And Ben Franklin and it tormented him whenever we stayed at our grandmother’s house. It didn’t help that grandma lived right next door to a cemetery (not the pet kind)! This is what Unkle Tomifer sez:
“I had to run to the bed when I turned out the lights. And I would be so mad at myself if I accidently saw it or thought of it before bedtime, because it ruined my night until I fell asleep!”
I can’t really blame him, I mean, can you think of a scarier pair than the Devil and Ben Franklin? Eternal damnation is bad enough, but pairing it with a history lesson is just too cruel!