Televisual Memories
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Today I thought of two that I’m guessing will stay with me forever.
I’m sure it was a black and white film I for some reason watched as a small kid where someone was buried alive and the grave was later opened up again. When they opened the coffin the lid was covered in scratches.
Always had a fear of being buried alive since then!
The second was from of Tales of the Unexpected, which I loved.
There was one episode where people were playing cards for fingers.
I’ll never forget that, it really went into my mind and not in a good way.
Anyone else have any mental tendencies?
I’m sure it was a black and white film I for some reason watched as a small kid where someone was buried alive and the grave was later opened up again. When they opened the coffin the lid was covered in scratches.
Always had a fear of being buried alive since then!
The second was from of Tales of the Unexpected, which I loved.
There was one episode where people were playing cards for fingers.
I’ll never forget that, it really went into my mind and not in a good way.
Anyone else have any mental tendencies?
Watching Ghostbusters as a child. There's a scene where one of those demon dogs smashes through a closet door, and since I had one at the end of my bed I kept thinking one was hiding in there.
Although of course I'm all grown up now so don't find it scary any more. After all, I can just get my wife to check there's not one hiding in our room before we go to bed.
Although of course I'm all grown up now so don't find it scary any more. After all, I can just get my wife to check there's not one hiding in our room before we go to bed.
Few for me
1) the final episode of Blackadder 4 where they go over the top. How it faded into a field of poppies remains moving to the day.
2) for different reasons the X files episode Toombs. Which really freaked me out as a kid.
3) The final episode of Quantum Leap - Sam never gets to go home.
1) the final episode of Blackadder 4 where they go over the top. How it faded into a field of poppies remains moving to the day.
2) for different reasons the X files episode Toombs. Which really freaked me out as a kid.
3) The final episode of Quantum Leap - Sam never gets to go home.
Killer2005 said:
Few for me
1) the final episode of Blackadder 4 where they go over the top. How it faded into a field of poppies remains moving to the day.
+11) the final episode of Blackadder 4 where they go over the top. How it faded into a field of poppies remains moving to the day.
Also when I was about 9 or 10 I accompanied my grandmother to a workingmen's club in Sheffield. Whilst she played bingo and watched a 'turn' - the kids were all stuck in a room with one of those giant VHS/TV combo things for 'video night'. That night someone had kindly chosen Texas Chainsaw Massacre as the film for us to watch. It was the first horror film I'd ever seen.
And it took approx.15yrs before I could go to bed without the light on
Adenauer said:
The second was from of Tales of the Unexpected, which I loved.
There was one episode where people were playing cards for fingers.
I’ll never forget that, it really went into my mind and not in a good way.
Anyone else have any mental tendencies?
Sure I remember a Tales of the Unexpected where a wealthy woman sponsored a tattooed homeless man (in Plymouth I seem to recall!) to live out his years on the agreement she would be able to turn his painted skin into light shades when he passed away. Anyone remember?!There was one episode where people were playing cards for fingers.
I’ll never forget that, it really went into my mind and not in a good way.
Anyone else have any mental tendencies?
Adenauer said:
Today I thought of two that I’m guessing will stay with me forever.
I’m sure it was a black and white film I for some reason watched as a small kid where someone was buried alive and the grave was later opened up again. When they opened the coffin the lid was covered in scratches.
Always had a fear of being buried alive since then!
The second was from of Tales of the Unexpected, which I loved.
There was one episode where people were playing cards for fingers.
I’ll never forget that, it really went into my mind and not in a good way.
Anyone else have any mental tendencies?
Shelter Skelter was a Twilight Zone episode (late 80s) about a guy who has a nuclear bunker. There is an attack and he is stuck with a friend and no contact with the outside world. After some time there are noises above which culminates in knocking on the blast door. I’m sure it was a black and white film I for some reason watched as a small kid where someone was buried alive and the grave was later opened up again. When they opened the coffin the lid was covered in scratches.
Always had a fear of being buried alive since then!
The second was from of Tales of the Unexpected, which I loved.
There was one episode where people were playing cards for fingers.
I’ll never forget that, it really went into my mind and not in a good way.
Anyone else have any mental tendencies?
At this point our TV recording stopped.
I thought about this episode and the ending I never saw for over 20 years until I did some internet digging and managed to find it (I couldn't even remember it was the Twilight Zone, which didn't make the search easy!).
The Wiki link above details the plot, including the ending if anyone is interested.
Adenauer said:
Today I thought of two that I’m guessing will stay with me forever.
I’m sure it was a black and white film I for some reason watched as a small kid where someone was buried alive and the grave was later opened up again. When they opened the coffin the lid was covered in scratches.
Always had a fear of being buried alive since then!
The second was from of Tales of the Unexpected, which I loved.
There was one episode where people were playing cards for fingers.
I’ll never forget that, it really went into my mind and not in a good way.
Anyone else have any mental tendencies?
I know both of these. The scratched coffin lid was in the 1961 Roger Corman I’m sure it was a black and white film I for some reason watched as a small kid where someone was buried alive and the grave was later opened up again. When they opened the coffin the lid was covered in scratches.
Always had a fear of being buried alive since then!
The second was from of Tales of the Unexpected, which I loved.
There was one episode where people were playing cards for fingers.
I’ll never forget that, it really went into my mind and not in a good way.
Anyone else have any mental tendencies?
film The Pit and the Pendulum, from an 1842 short story by Edgar Allen Poe.
The baddie (Vincent Price) buries his sister (Barbara Steele) alive, hence the
fingernail gouges in the coffin lid.
This version was a Panavision/colour film but Corman had previous for
adding effect by changing back to monochrome.
Here they are...
And Barbara, as found...
The fingers one was from a 1948 short story by Roald Dahl, called The Man from the South.
The story was that an ageing gambler ,Carlos, bets an American Naval cadet a new Cadillac
against one of his fingers. If the cadet's lighter works ten times in a row, he wins the car. If
it doesn't, Carlos chops off the man's pinkie finger with a cleaver. I won't spoil the end for you.
This story popped up five times on Alfred Hitchcock Presents between 1960 and 1985. and in a
1979 episode of Tales of the Unexpected.
Enjoy!
Now I've answered Adenauer, thereby hangs a tale.
When I was a kid, say, from 7 y.o., I was allowed to
watch any horror film or programme going. I thought
this was a very enlightened move by my parents and
it made me feel very grown up.
The downside was that I developed a phobia, not so much
of the dead but of being attacked by a dead person. However,
it didn't stop there so this became my nightly ritual.
Look under the bed to check there wasn't a mummy (Any mummy film).
Look up to see there was no swinging, sharp pendulum (The Pit and The Pendulum).
Sweep my hand back across the mattress to ensure against being eaten by a column of ants (The Naked Jungle).
Strangely, lots of things that didn't bother me at all. Werewolves,vampires, beheadings, hangings -
all were grist to my mill. But it was the mummies that got to me to the extent that my mother had to hide a book
on Tutankhamen and friends. Here's how I solved the problem...
Wagging off primary school one day, I got a railway ticket, rode 8 miles to Oxford Road and
went to The Manchester Museum. I went in, past the tattoed Maori chieftains' heads
in the lobby and made my way upstairs to the egyptology gallery.
I remember going through this at the speed of sound, catching a sidelong glimpse
of a skinny, brown foot with long toenails. Standing, panting at the far end, I forced myself to
go back at a slower pace. In the end, I had traversed the gallery six times. When I left, I'd
scrutinised all the mummies, including the cats and alligators. In psychology terms, I'd
made myself do a 'flooding' exercise...and cured myself.
Ironically, I wound up working as photographer/illustrator at the medical school opposite
the museum. My first job there was to attend and photograph a post mortem, which I found fascinating,
if a bit whiffy. Over the next three years, I photographed, and drew, procedures, specimens
and thousands of CT and MRI scans. I also met the mummies again, when they were being
scanned for the archeologists. Great patients, never moaned, panicked or wanted the loo
mid-scan.
Want proof? Fine. I was given special permission to photograph this chap, at Edinburgh Medical
School's Anatomical Museum...
...this is William Burke, of Burke and Hare fame, still serving his sentence after 129 years. He
was the next to last criminal to be sentenced to be hanged and dissected, for killing locals
to sell to Dr. Knox for teaching purposes.
Sorry if I've bored you but Adenauer did ask.
When I was a kid, say, from 7 y.o., I was allowed to
watch any horror film or programme going. I thought
this was a very enlightened move by my parents and
it made me feel very grown up.
The downside was that I developed a phobia, not so much
of the dead but of being attacked by a dead person. However,
it didn't stop there so this became my nightly ritual.
Look under the bed to check there wasn't a mummy (Any mummy film).
Look up to see there was no swinging, sharp pendulum (The Pit and The Pendulum).
Sweep my hand back across the mattress to ensure against being eaten by a column of ants (The Naked Jungle).
Strangely, lots of things that didn't bother me at all. Werewolves,vampires, beheadings, hangings -
all were grist to my mill. But it was the mummies that got to me to the extent that my mother had to hide a book
on Tutankhamen and friends. Here's how I solved the problem...
Wagging off primary school one day, I got a railway ticket, rode 8 miles to Oxford Road and
went to The Manchester Museum. I went in, past the tattoed Maori chieftains' heads
in the lobby and made my way upstairs to the egyptology gallery.
I remember going through this at the speed of sound, catching a sidelong glimpse
of a skinny, brown foot with long toenails. Standing, panting at the far end, I forced myself to
go back at a slower pace. In the end, I had traversed the gallery six times. When I left, I'd
scrutinised all the mummies, including the cats and alligators. In psychology terms, I'd
made myself do a 'flooding' exercise...and cured myself.
Ironically, I wound up working as photographer/illustrator at the medical school opposite
the museum. My first job there was to attend and photograph a post mortem, which I found fascinating,
if a bit whiffy. Over the next three years, I photographed, and drew, procedures, specimens
and thousands of CT and MRI scans. I also met the mummies again, when they were being
scanned for the archeologists. Great patients, never moaned, panicked or wanted the loo
mid-scan.
Want proof? Fine. I was given special permission to photograph this chap, at Edinburgh Medical
School's Anatomical Museum...
...this is William Burke, of Burke and Hare fame, still serving his sentence after 129 years. He
was the next to last criminal to be sentenced to be hanged and dissected, for killing locals
to sell to Dr. Knox for teaching purposes.
Sorry if I've bored you but Adenauer did ask.
Edited by davhill on Thursday 13th May 19:45
A couple spring to mind, both from the 'ITC' stable of shows shown in the early '70s -
'Department S', it was a repeat of an episode where regular ITC guest star Ivor Dean has a rubber clown mask glued to his face and suffocates, it gave me the heebee geebees for ages afterwards.
'UFO', the episode called 'Ordeal' where Colonel Foster is captured by the aliens (in a dream no less), when he was brought back to Moonbase his space helmet was removed and the green 'breathing liquid' inside it started spurting out and he looked like he was going drown or choke to death. See the heebee geebees comment above!
'Department S', it was a repeat of an episode where regular ITC guest star Ivor Dean has a rubber clown mask glued to his face and suffocates, it gave me the heebee geebees for ages afterwards.
'UFO', the episode called 'Ordeal' where Colonel Foster is captured by the aliens (in a dream no less), when he was brought back to Moonbase his space helmet was removed and the green 'breathing liquid' inside it started spurting out and he looked like he was going drown or choke to death. See the heebee geebees comment above!
SpudLink said:
When I was very young (1970 ish) staying at my grandmothers, I saw something which I later discovered was the film “Un Chien Andalou”. All I knew about it was I’d watched a woman having her eye sliced open with a razor.
Haunted me well into adulthood.
Was that the Salvador Dali film?Haunted me well into adulthood.
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