From Zombos Closet

October 2025

Halloween Memories
From Granny Creech

The ladies of Squirrel Hollow enjoy a cup of Witch’s Brew while reminiscing about Halloweens Past: L-R: Granny Creech, Hester Grimple, Vespera Howler, Winifred Hawthorne, Esmeree Grimshaw and Elspeth Darkmoor.
The ladies of Squirrel Hollow enjoy a cup of Witch’s Brew while reminiscing about Halloweens Past: L-R: Granny Creech, Hester Grimple, Vespera Howler, Winifred Hawthorne, Esmeree Grimshaw and Elspeth Darkmoor.

BOO!
Greetings, my children –

It is Halloween time, and your old Granny Creech finds herself in a most reflective mood. It is the time for memories – memories of pumpkins, lighted jack-o-lanterns, ghost stories, scarecrows, monsters, princesses and storybook characters, and things that go bump in the night, as well as parties, good times, cool fall air, and the happy sounds of “Trick or Treat!”

I had the girls over for Brew the other afternoon and the talk turned to Halloweens past, and the memories that the very mention of the word conjures up. We reflected on growing up in anticipation of the day, and how the stores and the weather helped usher in the season.  Our school classrooms were cheerfully and scarily decorated with orange and black streamers, skeletons, goblins, witches, paper mâché jack-o-lanterns, pumpkins, black cats and monsters galore. Recollections flowed like the Witch’s Brew we all heartily consumed.

Kredge's 1950 Halloween store display

One of the girls, Vespera Howler, remembered the fun she used to have going into the local five and dime store to look at the large Halloween display it had. Gurley candles, masks, Ben Cooper costumes, and decorations by Luhrs, Rosbro, Beistle and other companies crowded the “For Sale” tables and delighted her young eyes. Scary records could be purchased to play on record players. All sorts of yummy candy treats were also on display for purchase to appease the characters that would be making the rounds on that spooky night. All of the other girls shared similar feelings brought on by the displays and the predominance of the colors orange and black.

Kresge's Halloween paper adWinifred Hawthorne remarked how different things are today in regards to timing. She said stores didn’t set out Halloween decorations until sometime in October, whereas today, mid-July seems to be the starting point for many. Classrooms were pretty much holiday-oriented, and when October rolled around, kids knew what would be coming. Often classrooms would be decorated with handmade crafts using plenty of orange and black construction paper as well as by commercially-produced decorations and live pumpkins. It was all wonderful as Fall was a magic time of the year.

The TV and radio helped set the mood with programs and specials all geared toward things scary and spooky. Variety shows on TV usually had Halloween skits to bring in the season, and radio stations played songs such as “The Monster Mash”, “The Thing”, “Haunted House”, “Dinner With Drac”, and “Werewolf” among others. My nephew, Crazy Gary, told me when he was growing up in the big city, one particular radio station would feature a two-hour “Monster Marathon” on Halloween night that included ghost stories and creepy tales accompanied by eerie music. After the kiddies went out and tormented the neighborhood in search of all kinds of treats, they could go home and get scared to death listening to stories by Edgar Allan Poe, Guy de Maupassant, Alfred Hitchcock and others.

Hester Grimple said her most vivid memories were of the sounds and smells of Halloween night. She said that to this day, it only takes the smell of the burning of the carved pumpkin caused by the lighted candle inside to overwhelm her with a great sense of nostalgia. She also remembered the sound of children’s excited voices as they crunched their way from yard to yard over unraked leaves wearing store-bought costumes or handmade ones to fend off the cool, fall air.

Kresge's Halloween store display

Esmeree Grimshaw remembered that Halloween used to be fun back in a simpler time. She said that her Methodist church even had Halloween parties for the church kids and they were a hoot. She remembered the special room where a spooky person would blindfold you and take you into a room where body parts had been saved from the victim of a gruesome car accident. You got to feel a bone, two of his eyes, and a bunch of his veins. You also got to touch his brain that was sitting on a dish, feel some of his organs and put your hand in a bowl of his blood.  At the end, you were given a towel to dry your hands off and were escorted out of the horrible room…if you survived! Ha ha! Halloween was a time where what you didn’t see was scarier than what you did see. It was all pretend and in good fun.

Halloween Vintage Store display

“That was before things took a turn for the worse and Halloween became something totally different,” said Elspeth Darkmoor. “That was when The Exorcist hit movie theaters and caused quite a stir. Suddenly the Devil and all things occult became too vivid, too real, and Halloween was caught in the crosshairs between those that saw it as harmless fun and those that saw it as too close to all things Satanic and evil,” she said. “Honestly, the Halloween marketers didn’t help, either. Costumes became too horrible and gory, too demonic, so they kind of shot  themselves in the foot. You can thank Hollywood for that, too.”

Woolworths Halloween paper ad“Yes, and sadly that was about the time we heard stories about people putting razor blades in apples and kids’ candy at Halloween time,“ Esmeree added. “That only gave the naysayers proof of how wicked and bad Halloween was. Society changed. We still see the repercussions of all that today. “Trunk or Treat” has now replaced going door to door and kids that do go trick or treating are always accompanied by their parents. Things aren’t safe.  And it took us forever to convince our neighbors that we weren’t real witches…just six crazy old women who loved Halloween as we remembered it and dressed up in celebration.”

We all sighed and things got quiet for a moment as we each journeyed back in time in our minds, wishing things could be as they were.  I broke the silence by saying that it was definitely up to us to make this Halloween a memorable one for our neighborhood kids. It was up to us to keep the old traditions going. I poured the last of my Brew (spicy peach tea, actually) into everyone’s cup and we toasted in the season, vowing to do all we could to ensure that this year would be a safe and fun Halloween to remember.

I later rummaged through my Halloween files and came up with some neat ads and photos from times past to share with you. Hopefully these will trigger some forgotten memories or help you to relive some ever-present ones. Enjoy!

And…Happy Halloween!

Spookies (1986) The Other Plan 9

Spookies 1986 villain sorcerer
Zombos Says: Fun to razz on. A classic of bad movie-making that is sublime. My favorite Halloween Night movie. Pair this with The Asphyx, Video Dead, or Plan 9 From Outer Space and lots of candy.

If you’re looking for the perfect second-half of a double-bill Halloween show with Plan 9 From Outer Space, look no further. Spookies is a movie to be savored for its underdone acting, overbearing dialog, and sheer incoherence. Rarely do horror movies reach this pinnacle of hilarious ineptitude.

Originally started as Twisted Souls, that unfinished movie gave birth to a spook show hodgepodge of 1980s makeup and monster effects colliding head on with badly edited additional footage from yet another unfinished movie, resulting in a two-headed storyline that never meets eye to eye (or should I say eyes to eyes?). …

The Unbelievable Case of The Video Dead (1987)

 

The Video Dead 1987 movie scene

 

Taken (well, almost) from the case files of the League of Reluctant Reviewers comes this sordid expose on events that transpired many years ago, but have only now come to light. We bring you the unsealed transcript for the first time so that you can decide for yourself. Was it dumb luck that no LORR agent was harmed in the sad but questionable events that transpired or was it divine intervention? More importantly, will you learn a lesson from all this for the future? Just remember, as Criswell so astutely observed, we are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. 

“Slow down a minute and let me get this straight,” said Detective Web. He paged through his notebook. “You say this Paul Hasselhoff—”

“Paul Hollstenwall,” I corrected him.

“You say this Paul Hollstenwall is to blame for Zombos’s death?”

“Yes. It’s all his fault. He insisted we watch another one of his inane travesties of straight to video horror called The Video Dead. Zombos keeled over straight away toward the end. It was horrible. I told him to take it to the League of Reluctant Reviewers but even they decided not to view it, citing ethical concerns. Damn the lot of them.”

I held back the tears. Glenor Glenda, our housekeeper, stood in shock over Zombos’s lifeless body. She kept dabbing her tears with her blue lace handkerchief while bending to arrange his clothes and dusting his shoes so they looked good for the photographer. Thank God Zimba and Zombos Junior were at the theater to see the livelier Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa. I dreaded telling them the news.

“I told him, I did, I told him to go with his son and get away from all this nasty 80s horror,” said Glenor. “The missus will be so upset!” She tidied up his limp arms across his chest one way, then tried another.

“Hey, has this been dusted for prints yet?” asked Detective Web as he reached for The Video Dead cassette tape.

“Yeah, done,” said a voice from the other side of the room.

“Haven’t seen one of these in a while,” he said, looking at the clamshell wraparound cover. “So tell me about this movie. I find it hard to believe the guy croaked just from watching it.”

“I…I don’t know where to begin,” I said.

“Start with the facts. Just the facts. That will do fine.” …

The Cute But Terribly Bad Case of
Night of the Lepus (1972)

Night of the Lepus 1972 shot with DeForest Kelly and Stuart Whitman

Taken from the case files of the League of Reluctant Reviewers comes this bizarre tale of giant cute and cuddly bunny rabbits running amok and eating more than carrots. 

“Good evening Mr. Bolton. It has been a while. He will see you in the library.”

Yes, it had been quite some time since I last visited the old brownstone on 999 Transient Street. When I joined the League of Reluctant Reviewers I didn’t know what I was getting myself in to. I needed a break. Now I was back.

I handed my coat to Chalmers, the butler, and took the stairs to the library on the second floor. It was not that I hated visiting the old man, but every visit brought something unpleasant. The pay was good, do not get me wrong, but sometimes money just is not enough. I gathered my sangfroid as I opened the door to the library.

“Welcome, come in, come in,” said the unmistakable voice coming from the Chippendale wing chair facing the fireplace. “It has been a while. Come. Sit. This one is not so bad this time.” A hand flashed from the right side of the chair, pointing to the Camelback settee where my usual drink was waiting. I walked over and sat down and took a sip of my Tom and Jerry, then leaned back and made myself comfortable. While I waited I stared at the carvings in the walnut coffee table. They seemed to change on every visit. Odd.

The old man rang for Chalmers, who brought him the DVD. “I think this one will prove less daunting and dispiriting than the last ones, so you may find it an easy, if somewhat unnecessary, time waster. Zombos will not touch it. And that good for nothing butler he has will not bother, either. So they will pay handsomely for your review.”

He tossed it over to me. It was the Blu-ray for Night of the Lepus, also known as Rabbits. I finished my Tom and Jerry, nodded to Chalmers, and followed him out of the library, down the stairs, and into my coat and out the door. At least the old man was right: it was an unnecessary time waster; but giant cuddly rabbits standing in for ravenous monsters was lame enough for me to be able to coast on this one. …

Invasion of the Body Snatchers
Radio Spots

Invasion of the Body Snatchers 1978 behind the scenes photo
Donald Sutherland is beside himself in Invasion of the Body Snatchers 1978

Welcome, all lovers of remakes (are there any?)! Welcome to my Radio Spot Reliquary.

Remakes! Sequels! Is there anything new?

I hear and read it all the time: People are sick of going to the movies and seeing the same things over and over again, or hearing about a new reworking of an old standard. Is there not anything new coming out of Hollywood? Is all new creativity lost? Is it all about finances and the belief that redoing a former blockbuster hit will once again generate the same amount of revenue?

Successful remakes are hard to find. Usually remakes are made of older movies with the idea of modernizing them to appeal to a fresh audience. Some are redone to highlight improved technology. Some work, some don’t. The ones that work have one thing in common: they are remade by fans of the original and want to do it in homage.
With all that said, two remakes stand out to me and definitely work: John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982), and 1978’s Invasion of the Body Snatchers. It is this latter movie I want to feature today.

The first version, filmed in 1955 and released in 1956, was well received and has achieved classic status. Its black and white photography gave it a Film Noir look which helped with the sense of paranoia and fear. It is played with all seriousness and the danger builds quickly as more and more residents of the small town of Santa Mira report that their closest family members are somehow different – changed with no emotions. Kevin McCarthy and Dana Wynter play the hapless couple who slowly sees their circle of friends and the townspeople they love change to become alien visitors who want to capture them and turn them into “pod people.”

Since it was so successful, filmmaker fans in the late 1970s decided to re-envision it, setting it in a large city – San Francisco – and producing it in color. Reviewers liked it and gave credit for its new approach. However, it lost its small town charm and tragedy with events now taking place within a city of countless, nameless individuals being taken over in large numbers. Close friends are changed, so the lack of trust and paranoia are still present, only the threat now exists on a much larger scale. The practical special effects are more advanced than the original, and the sound of the hatching pods is much more organic and alien. The newer version goes into more depth about the origin of the space seeds and the assimilation process, and, to its credit, fixes the original’s flaw in the lover’s reveal at the end. They are two different-looking movies and I enjoy both of them. In fact, they complement each other.

Which do you prefer?

Here are six spots for the 1978 release…three mono spots and three spots in stereo. The stereo spots are basically the same with minor differences, but the mixing is a little sharper and the background effects are more pronounced. Spots for the 1956 version are harder to find than an unopened seed pod. Granny Creech and I are both looking. Maybe someday…

Space seeds! Pods! Pod people! Don’t go to sleep! No emotions! Leonard Nimoy! Invasion of the Body Snatchers!

If you have radio spots you would like to share or talk about with Gary (the Radio Spots Guy), you can reach him at [email protected].

ZC Update: Zombos’ pod-person has been found and destroyed after Gary noticed that he mistakenly said Elliot Gould instead of Donald Sutherland in the photo caption. 

 

The Perplexing Case of Shrooms (2006)

Shrooms 2006 poster showing a skull outline made with mushroomsOnce more, the League of Reluctant Reviewers brings you the unfathomable, the unbelievable, and the never to be forgotten oddities all around us to be found in movies.

Down a forgotten street somewhere in New York City there stands a used-up, ashlar-surfaced office building waiting to be torn down. Should you enter through its bell archway, walk towards the solitary elevator that’s seldom used, and turn right, you would find yourself in a narrow hallway.

In its heyday, you could find the finest business agencies rubbing elbows, hustling and bustling, here, along with the home away from home, cubbyhole, sanctuary, and hideout for the New York Globe reporters. But that was in its heyday. Now all the hustle and bustle is done digitally, behind flickering screens and piled up cups of coffee. Most of the tenants are now tech-related. How boring.

If you walk past those frosted-glass doors now, with their chipped and peeling lettering looking like the worn names on tombstones, and continue all the way to the end, you would come to a frosted-glass door whose lettering still shines. That’s my office and my home away from home: the New York Globe’s old hangout.

My name is Artemis Greensleeves. Since my regular business has been slow of late, I decided to pick up some extra cash by working for the League of Reluctant Reviewers. I didn’t realize how busy I’d be. I prefer the peace of quiet here, though, so they send me what I need when they need to. …

The Legend of Hell House (1973)

The Legend of Hell House publicity still

Zombos Says: This movie and The Haunting (1963) are required viewing for any horror fan.

I first watched The Legend of Hell House at a drive-in in 1973. Unfortunately, the fog started rolling in, obscuring the screen, just when it was getting good and nasty. It took some years to finally watch it again, to the end, and fully appreciate the depth of both the screenplay and the camera work. The onscreen timestamp, counting down the one week given for the investigation conducted by physicist Lionel Barrett (Clive Revill), spiritual medium Florence Tanner (Pamela Franklin), and the sole survivor of a previous but failed investigation, Ben Fischer (Roddy McDowall), adds a documentary tone around the growing tension, both psychological and supernatural. …

Fearless, Lust, Twins
and a Circus
Oh, My!
Radio Spots

Welcome, all lovers of things that go bump in the night! Welcome to my Radio Spot Reliquary. To follow up on my post, Dracula, Yorga, and Frankenstein Oh, My!, here are more vampires than you can shake a stake at.

Lust for a Vampire movie scene
Barbara Jefford and Mike Raven in Lust for a Vampire

Twins of Evil

Vampire Circus and Countess Dracula

Lust for a Vampire

The Fearless Vampire Killers

The Vampire Lovers

The Velvet Vampire and Scream of the Demon Lover

 

Vampire Circus Lobby Card

Halloween 1,2,3 Radio Spots
To Light Your Pumpkin

Halloween 3, Season of the Witch publicity still showing three masked trick or treaters

Welcome, all lovers of things that go bump in the night! Welcome to my Radio Spot Reliquary.

Listen…it’s that time of year again for crunching leaves, cool, howling winds, and the sound of spooks and monsters of all kinds.

Take a deep breath: Do you smell it? That unmistakable smell of burning pumpkin, caused by the candle flame licking the base of carved-out lids of eerily illuminated jack-o-lanterns sitting ominously on the porches of households eagerly awaiting the arrival of dozens of ghastly apparitions demanding treats of various kinds.
Can you taste it? The sweet taste of hauntingly delicious goodies, from chocolate to peppermint, and everything in between.

Can you feel it? The apprehension of not knowing what is coming to visit your house. Who or what is behind that mask you see staring into your eyes, into your soul? Is it friend…or foe?

Fear! Terror! Horror! Trick or Treat! Tricks with no treat! Nowhere to run! The night ‘he’ came home! The night no one came home! Halloween….One, Two and Three!!!

Halloween

Halloween II

Halloween III: Season of the Witch

 

Actor Nick Castle holding up Michael Myers mask
Nick Castle holding up his inner monster, Michael Myers

If you have radio spots you would like to share or talk about with Gary (the Radio Spots Guy), you can reach him at [email protected].

Rawhead Rex (1986)

rawhead rex 1986 still

Zombos’ Says: So bad it’s good.

“What the hell, Paul?” I said to Paul Holstenwall.

We had just finished his latest dreck of choice, Rawhead Rex, from 1986. I sipped my pumpkin spiced latte, seeking comfort after watching it. He studied the Blu-ray box liner, took a sip of his latte, and looked at me with all innocence and surprise.

“What? You didn’t like it?

I swallowed another sip of my latte and gave him the look of death. My perfectly fine cool October day was ruined by his biking over to the mansion with this stinker while Zombos made a run for it, knowing full well from past experience how Paul’s tastes in horror could swing like Poe’s pendulum. And yet, there he sat, looking like a thinner Quentin Tarantino, dressed in faded blue jeans and a Fright Rags hoodie. I imagined him having worked in a video store too, doling out questionable movie advice to susceptible customers, while making too many runs through the beaded curtain in the back to the schlock and X’ers. So here I sat, trapped like Andre Delambre in The Fly. …

Dracula, Yorga, and Frankenstein, Oh My!
Radio Spots

Dracula Versus Frankenstein 1971 movie

Welcome, all lovers of vampires and monsters! Welcome to my Radio Spot Reliquary.

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so I guess it comes as no surprise that the makers of horror movies would capitalize on the tried and true names of horror to seek box office success.

As I was clearing out some of my radio spot files I saw that the vampire and monster-making genres still had some energy left after the great Hammer films had run their courses. Feature vampire lovelies and gruesomely-made monsters and the audiences were sure to come, right? Evidently.

Count Yorga vampire movie headshot

I have come up with eighteen titles of screen shockers that took the Dracula and Frankenstein legends to new directions, many with increasing doses of gore and female nudity. As the 1970s unfolded, the screen became more exploitative. Many of these films lacked quality, but some were adequate. Liberties were taken with the original canon legends, and stories were created to make use of the screen’s new-found freedoms.

So, here are the spots. Most are quite good…some are overly screamed. See how many of these bring back memories…and nightmares.

Blood! Fangs! Crosses! Corpses! Beautiful, and sometimes nude, women in peril! Cadavers! Body parts! Mad labs! Monsters! Dracula and Frankenstein movies continue!

Count Dracula and His Bride

Count Yorga Vampire

Dracula (Frank Langella)

Dracula vs. Frankenstein

Frankenstein’s Bloody Terror

Frankenstein’s Castle of Freaks

Guess What Happened to Count Dracula

Lady Frankenstein

The Return of Count Yorga

 

Frankenstein's Bloody Terror lobby card

AI and the Writer

There’s an east wind coming, Watson. All the same, such as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it’s God’s own wind nonetheless, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.” His Last Bow, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, 1917.

Ink sketch of cloud writing on a wallThe east wind that Sherlock Holmes told Watson about alludes to the east wind mentioned in the Bible, beginning with Moses. It is a powerful, destructive, but potentially beneficial or malevolent element of nature or divine intervention, take your pick. Artificial intelligence is our east wind for the ages, and whether it proves beneficial or not, it certainly will be powerful and destructive and oddly beneficial too. But for whom remains to be seen. It is the closest we have come, so far, to realizing science into magic. With the ongoing technologies in robotics and quantum computing, that magic can become either white or black depending on who wields it and, more concerning, who can make money from it.

But here we are. You and me and everyone else are like that unseen character in Zork, suddenly standing in an open field, given a few hints and hoping to make the right decisions to figure which way to go. AI is the white house with the small mailbox, but the front door is wide open. You must go through that door, willingly or not. That east wind of AI is too strong now and it is pushing all of us in the same direction. Frankly, it is a coin flip whether AI will eventually work well for all of us. Or not. But for right now, you can use it as your assistant to benefit your writing and anything else you care to.

I say now because we are still in the first level of AI, the generative stage. It means we prompt AI–provide input–and hopefully it generates good responses as outputs. The next stage is general AI. That is when robotics merges seamlessly (one can hope, right?) with AI, when prompting is no longer needed by us. Instead, AI does the thinking and takes actions or provides outputs based on what it learns (just like us). All those science fiction movies where room-sized computers took over the world or tried to, well, that’s general AI. So you can breathe a little easier as my guess is we still have some years before that kicks in. Once we have self-determining humanoid robots that can do lots of varied jobs people do, that techno-cat’s clawing out of the bag pronto. …