I’ve celebrated Halloween by watching old Twilight Zones. You can see them here, complete with cat litter commercials. I remember being a very young boy, absolutely terrified by the Twilight Zone, which my older brothers insisted I watch with them because they knew it scared me. Older brothers are like that.
Since then, I’ve come to realize the thing that really scared me the most was not the stories, but rather, the theme song. It still does. All someone (like, oh, I don’t know, maybe an evil older brother) has to do is start humming doo do doodoo, doo do doodoo and I am still creeped out.
I think only two stories actually scared me. The one with Agnes Moorehead (hey Endora!) as the old witch whose house is invaded by little teeny tiny aliens. Ooh, very scary. And the one with William Shatner seeing the gremlin on the plane’s wing. The scene where he yanked the curtain (on a plane? What?) open and the gremlin had his furry face shoved up against the window just about made me pee my pants. A critic has pointed out the gremlin looked mostly like a retarded monkey, which is quite right and which explains my lifelong terror of retarded monkeys. One shows up in a bar and I am out of there.
Doo do doodoo, doo do doodoo.