Kitchen witch. My Oma had one when I was a four year old in Holland. I didn’t like going into that room, with that thing in there, with it’s little shrunken head.
I saw a scary Bigfoot movie when I was a kid, but I don’t know if it was Boggy Creek or not. One scene involves a bunch of Sasquatches throwing rocks down at a cabin in the middle of the night. Sound familiar to anyone?
Also, not sure if this is the same movie, but there’s a scene where a guy’s on the crapper when Sasquatch sticks his arm through the window and tries to grab him.
When I was even younger, there was a movie called “The Five Thousand Fingers of (something or other)” involving a boy and piano lessons. It was like he was sent to piano lesson hell, or something. It was weird, and scared the crap out of me.
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There was this TV show on in Holland, late '60s, early '70s, about a clown and his family who lived in a caravan and had something valuable… an big egg, I think? These two guys – who looked like pirates but riding a motorcycle with a sidecar – were always chasing them, trying to get the egg. Something like that. I only lived there till I was four, so it’s all very hazy, but I remember that it made great nightmare material. (Maybe I can call on Coldfire again as my link to the old country? Do you know what I’m talking about? Pipo the Clown or something?)
Anyways, though they were too young to remember this show, my younger brothers had this poster in their bedroom of the clown standing in front of his caravan with a big happy smile on his face (it was actually a painting, on cloth, rather than a photo). When I was seven, my brothers started saying that the clown’s eyes would move at night and look around the room. I didn’t believe them (a skeptic even then), but I knew they were genuinely frightened.
I had been on a field trip to the local RCMP detachment not long before, and one of the things I got while there was a Sam the Police Dog sticker (kid-oriented mascot of the day). Though I cherished this sticker, I told my brothers that if we stuck it to the window of their bedroom, Sam the Police Dog would protect them from the evil clown. So I put my sticker on their window, and my brothers never again were bothered by the clown.
Aren’t I a wonderful guy?
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