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My Halloween: Horror Host Dr. Gangrene

Five questions asked over a glowing Jack o’Lantern, under an Autumn moon obscured by passing clouds…in between mouthfuls of candy corn…Horror Host Dr. Gangrene of Tales From the Lab steps away from his test tubes and beakers for a moment to mix a monstrous potion for our Halloween enjoyment.

 

Why is Halloween important to you?

Halloween was the first thing I remember really latching on to. It may have been because of the candy, certainly, but there was always more than just that. The entire feel of the holiday was magical, and still is to me. The sights, sounds, hell, even the smells of Halloween to this day give me that warm feeling inside.

Certainly a big part of it was the costumes. Dressing up as someone else, even for just one night, and not only getting the okay to be as ghoulish, gory and scary as you want from adults but actually being rewarded for it (candy) – what could be better than that?

Halloween is still important to me to this day, and I’ve enjoyed passing along traditions to my kids.

Describe your ideal Halloween.

I’m a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to the holiday. My ideal Halloween definitely centers around trick or treating. I am a parent on the later end of raising kids – they’re all either grown up or are growing up and getting too old for trick or treating any longer. The oldest two are in college and my youngest is 13 now, so he’s just about done with the door to door thing. Makes me kind of sad, but I realize that when we aren’t walking around with him any longer I’ll be able to stay at home and hand out candy, which is very cool too.

Our house is THAT house – every neighborhood has one. It’s the one in the neighborhood that is all decorated for the holiday. It’s the one you can see from the end of the street, lights, props, smoke and music all rolling out like a scary beacon in the night. For the past twelve years we’ve lived in our house we’ve had my parents come house sit and hand out candy while we made the rounds with the boys. Kind of gave us a second go-around at trick or treat vicariously through them. It’s fun to get out, meet the neighbors, and see what decorations they’ve put up.

I kind of envision doing a small scale Bob Burns type thing one day, decorating the place and handing out candy and scares in equal proportions. Then when trick or treat wraps up, around 10 or so, it’s time to snuggle up with a cold beer, hot pumpkin stew and scary movies.

What Halloween collectibles do you cherish, or hate, or both?

The Halloween items I cherish most are probably the photographs of myself as a kid around Halloween time – my mom found several and gave them to me a few years back. They’re my favorite Halloween item – you can really see the love of the holiday in my eyes in those pictures. I also found a couple of items on ebay that are in these photos – a plastic orange pumpkin lamp and a Ben Cooper skeleton costume. So those are pretty neat as well.

When was your very first Halloween, the one where you really knew it was Halloween, and how was it?

I don’t think there is one specific one, just a bunch of random memories that all run together. Wearing those plastic Ben Cooper masks, the elastic strap pulling the hair on the back of your head, sweat beading on your upper lip. That certain smell the plastic had. Running from house to house with a bucket full of candy, trying desperately to hit as many houses as possible before the night ended. Getting popcorn balls and apples among the candy. Taking trips to Woolworth’s to pick out my Halloween costume, the Ben Cooper and Collegeville costumes lining the shelves. Carving pumpkins and trying to decide whether it would have a friendly or scary face (scary would almost always win out).

What’s the one Halloween question you want to be asked and what’s your answer?

Q: What’s your favorite Halloween memory?

A: For me it would be the year my son, Ian, dressed as me for Halloween. We walked around as a father and son version of Dr. Gangrene that Halloween – now how cool is that? My only regret is that, like a dumbass, I didn’t take any pictures. But I’ll always have the memory!

Graphic Book Review: The Thief of Always

ThiefofAlways Zombos Says: Excellent

Holiday House, a magical place where four seasons roll by in a single day, where children are free to spend their time doing exactly what they wish..

Ten-year old Harvey Swick is stuck in February like a fly on that gooey, sticky paper strip. He's bored, mired in routine, all tuckered out from not having a real life, the one he wants to live. Lord knows February can be brutal: there's not one real holiday in jumping distance. Only sparse days devoted to heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and Fat Tuesday bead necklaces, but those don't count much: not a boo, gobble gobble, or ho-ho-ho to be found. Tell me you don't have a little Harvey Swick stuckness in you, old or young, whatever your case may be, and I'll tell you no lies.

And lies are where it all begins. Young Harvey's done to a turn when Mr. Rictus flies through the bedroom window and points Harvey to Holiday House, a wonderful place where the seasons happen all in one day, every day, over and over. A long walk across town and a short one through the misty brick wall brings him there. Greeted by Mrs. Griffin, he's lavished with food, settled into his room, and introduced to the other children, Lulu and Wendell. Wendell is the fat kid. There always seems to be a fat kid named Wendell, or some such suitable name for fat kids. Wendell's been at the Holiday House for a long time, but not longer than Lulu. And she's been there too long already.

Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, they come and go, every day, in this illustrated edition of Clive Barker's The Thief of Always, adapted by Kris Oprisko and Gabriel Hernandez. Holiday House contains all those adventurous and mysterious things you'd expect a magical house should.  Mr. Rictus acts cumulonimbusly-dark in motive and moves like a chilling wind, hunched over with his unwholesome goals in tow. And the Thief of Always, Mr. Hood, stays out of sight until Harvey Swick sees him for who and what and how he really is. Oprisko and Hernandez capture the dark and the light in Barker's novel, making us worry and wonder along with Wendell, Lulu, and Harvey Swick as they learn why too much of a good thing can lead to very bad things. Though, like them,  we never really believe that until it happens.

Like the lake with those very large fish swimming around in it: not a good thing at all; or like Carna, whose wings are almost as large as his bite: not good either; and how about the other Holiday House family members like Jive, Rictus' brother, who is even paler than Rictus, and Marr, who is fatter than Wendell; they're not the kind of friendly people you ought to be friendly with.

Made of dreams and ancient dust and wishful things, Holiday House is very inviting, especially with Oprisko and Hernandez greeting you at the door. Just don't wake up Mr. Hood–even if he was the one who invited you–and you can always stay. Always.

My Halloween: Orange and Black
Spirit of Halloween

Halloweenspirit Five questions asked over a glowing Jack o’Lantern, under an Autumn moon obscured by passing clouds…in between mouthfuls of candy corn…Halloween Spirit of Orange and Black shares the colors of Halloween with us.

 

Why is Halloween important to you?

Halloween is important to me because it’s the only holiday of the year on which imagination, creativity and pure fun are given free rein. It’s a time of year I have loved and looked forward to for as long as I can remember.

Describe your ideal Halloween.

My ideal Halloween takes place on a crisp autumn night under a full moon as a light breeze swirls through the dry leaves. It’s a night in which every house in the neighborhood participates.  Jack-o-lanterns glowing.  Spooky sounds carried on the wind.  Both children and adults in costume.  Streets filled with trick-or-treaters. But with enough treats left over at the end of the evening for a feast of potato chips and Mars bars and a classic Universal horror film.

What Halloween collectibles do you cherish, or hate, or both?

My favourite collectibles are vintage Halloween items from the first half of the 20th century. (I don’t actually own any originals, but someday…) Postcards, noisemakers, candles…The images are a perfect combination of innocence and creepiness.

My most disliked collectible (not sure I would call it a collectible; let’s say “decoration”): yellow caution tape.

When was your very first Halloween, the one where you really knew it was Halloween, and how was it?

The first Halloween I can clearly recall was in the late sixties when I was four or five.  Oddly, I have no memory of my costume but it was likely one of those vinyl outfits with the plastic mask held in place with the flimsiest of elastic bands. We lived in the country, next door to my cousins, and my mother, dressed as Red Skelton’s “hobo” character, walked with me to their house where, together with my aunt and young cousin, we were to go trick-or-treating.  Because we were small and the distance between houses was big, we went by car with my aunt stopping at each driveway as my cousin and I ran up to each house for treats.

Until the time he refused to get out of the car.  Another trick-or-treater, much older, probably a teenager, was dressed as a police officer. My cousin was terrified.  Apparently, he had been told that if he misbehaved, the police would one day come for him, and he now feared that his day had come.  He was scared to death.  In tears.  So I had to get back into the car as we drove off to the next house in the opposite direction of the “police officer”.  Then, and for a long time afterward, I could only wonder what treats I had missed out on thanks to my spineless little cousin.

What’s the one Halloween question you want to be asked and what’s your answer?

Hmmmm . . . I’ll keep it simple.

Q: What did you most (and least) like seeing dropped into your trick-or-treat bag as a child?

A: Most: full-size chocolate bars (with Hot Dog potato chips a close second), Least: candy apples–how I hated them (but that’s another story…)

Monsters In Sweaters

I really tried hard to come up with an interesting meme. From Beyond Depraved blog tagged me for this exercise in insomnia, so I had to put my best foot forward. I got nothing.

So…in lieu of that, here's my cop out: monsters in sweaters. Why sweaters? Because there's nothing like a warm, fuzzy sweater worn by a monster to create dissonance: evil being wears disarmingly inviting apparel; how odd.

Now that I've mentioned it, you will probably notice lots more sweaters being worn in lots more horror movies now. Feel free to comment on your discoveries.

As for tagging five other blogs, I'll just toss this out to The League of Tana Tea Drinkers, if any of them so desire a sleepless night or two.

Freddy

Frankenstein
Psycho
Stepfather1987
Jason-voorhees
Frightnight

My Halloween: The Terror Trap

DanHalloween Five questions asked over a glowing Jack o’Lantern, under an Autumn moon obscured by passing clouds…in between mouthfuls of candy corn…Dan at The Terror Trap opens wide to snare us with his Halloween spirit.

 

Why is Halloween important to you?

Halloween is important to me because as a horror movie fan and lover of the macabre, I appreciate any day that brings out the witches, ghosts, zombies and vampires in all of us.

Describe your ideal Halloween.

As an adult, my ideal Halloween is one in which I see many kids walking around the neighborhood in colorful costumes and I give away tons of candy. An ideal October 31st is always capped by a good terror or monster flick.

What Halloween collectibles do you cherish, or hate, or both?

I love the classic Ben Cooper costumes from the ‘60s and ’70s and I have a few in my collection. I also collect miniature PVC figures and the Halloween and monster characters are some of my favorites. Each year as Halloween approaches, I add to my displays.

When was your very first Halloween, the one where you really knew it was Halloween, and how was it?

The earliest I can remember is when I was about five. That would be 1974 and I wore a Fred Flintstone costume. I had a blast. I grew up in a large apartment complex in New York City and we did what I would call “vertical trick-or-treating.” Which means that rather than go from house to house as you would in the suburbs, my friends and I went up and down the staircases and elevators in 13-story buildings. It’s a different experience – but no less fun.

What’s the one Halloween question you want to be asked and what’s your answer?

Q: Can Halloween be a treat for adults?

A: Absolutely! As the “Roseanne” series showed with their excellent Halloween-themed storylines, October 31st can be as much fun for adults as children. In many ways, it has become a holiday for adults. Have a costume party. Carve pumpkins. Decorate your windows and/or patios. Be Creative. In New York, the Greenwich Village parade has grown from a little neighborhood festivity into a huge televised event that attracts as many as two million people.

It’s truly a day that I look forward to every year. Celebrate and enjoy!

Halloween Wind-Up Creatures
Big Eye, Invisible Man, Skeleton

I look forward to finding these little wind-up creatues every Halloween. I picked up the Invisible Man at a CVS store. I'm not sure why he's holding a magnifying glass, but the spectables and scarf are a nice touch. In back of each glaring eye-ball is a green monster's hand holding it. Doesn't make much sense, but the design is creepy-cool. And the skeleton ninja–at least that's what I call him–looks like he's poised to chop your socks off.

halloween wind-up creatures

My Halloween: Classic Movie Monsters

Bgimage1 Five questions asked over a glowing Jack o’Lantern, under an Autumn moon obscured by passing clouds…in between mouthfuls of candy corn…Robert at Classic Movie Monsters digs up his best for Halloween, and piles it on into a nice neat mound of everlasting Universal Horror.

 

Why is Halloween important to you?

Halloween is important to me because it is the only time of year where I can literally be surrounded by the things I love. I am a huge fan of horror movies, especially those of the 1930s and 1940s. During Halloween time, every store has an image of Frankenstein or Dracula in its window and every television station is playing a Halloween themed program.  The world just seems to have monsters in the air.

Simply put: It makes me happy.

Describe your ideal Halloween.

Well my ideal Halloween isn’t about partying or drinking, but just having a nice relaxing time.  I try to watch at least one Universal Monster movie on Halloween, then I answer the door for the trick-or-treaters.  But what I really love to do is visit Haunted House attractions.  I’m not crazy about the big ones like Knott’s Scary Farm or Universal’s Halloween Horror Nights though.  I prefer going to neighborhood haunted house walk throughs where everything is handmade and done for the pure love of it.  There is really something special about that, but as I get older, less of them seem to be around.

What Halloween collectibles do you cherish, or hate, or both?

There is nothing that I can possibly hate that has something to do with Halloween.  If we are talking about collectibles that have to do with strictly the Holiday, I don’t have many.  But I have an endless amount of books, figures, statues, models, posters from all of my favorite horror movies.  I can’t even tell you how many Frankenstein figures I have!  Looking to my right as I type this, I see a three foot tall statue of a hitchhiking ghost from Disneyland’s Haunted Mansion, a bust of Boris Karloff as he appeared in “Bride of Frankenstein”, and a model that I built and painted of Claude Rains as “The Invisible Man”.  These are the types of things that I love and surround myself with.

When was your very first Halloween, the one where you really knew it was Halloween, and how was it?

Well I guess the first Halloween that I remember was when I was three years old back in 1987.  I dressed up as Frankenstein that year.  It was one of those plastic masks with the string in the back.  I don’t remember what we did that Halloween though.  I just remember the costume.

All Halloweens were the same growing up.  All the neighborhood kids would dress up and go trick-or-treating.  The local elementary school also had a Halloween fair that we would spend time at as well.  The thing that really made each Halloween different were the costumes I would be wearing.  I dressed up as many movie monsters including Frankenstein, Dracula, The Wolf Man, The Mummy, and the Hunchback.  I remember the mummy was a great one where I was literally wrapped from head to toe with toilet paper and gauze.  I wish I had a picture of that costume.

What’s the one Halloween question you want to be asked and what’s your answer?

One thing that I’m always interested in is if someone has ever decorated their house for Halloween and if so, what theme was it?  We did it a couple of times.  Our best one was in the year 2000 when we made our house look like a scene from “The Blair Witch Project”.  We set up a tent, put red handprints on the wall, had a human figure facing the wall, and we made many of those iconic stick figures.  It was very creepy and it really worked out well.

DVD/Movie Review: Dead of Night (1977)

Deadofnight I haven't reviewed a DVD release before by starting with its extras, but with Dan Curtis' Dead of Night from Dark Sky I will because they are wonderful additions to this anthology first aired on television in 1977.

The standard photo gallery and unimportant clipped footage are here, but more pleasant surprises await fans of Dan Curtis' atmospheric approach to daytime television terror: the many Rober Cobert highlight music tracks and the pilot for the proposed Dead of Night series, A Darkness at Blaisedon.

Robert Cobert's orchestral compositions for Dark Shadows are identified more with Dan Curtis than him, but this association shows how integral Cobert's music is to Curtis' eerie, American Gothic atmosphere and its inhabitants. Cobert's string, wind, and percussive instrumentals amplify Curtis' romance-charged supernatural world of dark forces and dark beings,  demanding an emotional response from us. You don't listen to a Cobert score, you dread its alarming tones, experience its mortifying portents, and anticipate its inevitable chilling denoument. The tracks included provide a good sampling of the tonal qualities and scales he used to produce his music's dread and terror tones.

A Darkness at Blaisedon, stars Kerwin Mathews as paranormal investigator Jonathan Fletcher. Along with his assistant, Sajeed Rau (Cal Bellini), both investigate the newly inherited–and very haunted–mansion now owned by Angela Martin (Marj Dusay). The American Gothic sets are elaborate, the pace 1969-slow (this would have been for daytime television, in the vein of Dark Shadows), and the premise would have provided for varied story ideas spread across the paranormal spectrum. Thayer David as the stone-faced caretaker provides the usual melodramatics as he struggles to keep the secret of Blaisedon from being discovered. If you've seen The Uninvited (1944), this will all seem familiar.

A Darkness at Blaisedon shows its age. In the opening, Fletcher and Sajeed examine a sarcophagus with a conveniently hinged lid, and throughout the production closeups are often executed abruptly. Still, Mathews in his cozy sweater and Bellini as the youthful and more daring assistant give it a charming dynamic that draws you into the mystery as they unravel it.

Edbegleyjr Of the three stories directed by Dan Curtis in Dead of Night,  the first is from a short story by Jack Finney (screenplay by Richard Matheson) and the last two from Matheson directly, with his Bobby being the scary gem of the three. Finney's Second Chance shows his penchant for nostalgic time travel, mixing in a bittersweet twist at the end.

Ed Begley Jr. is the perfect choice to play Frank: both his look and demeanor say old-fashioned before he even speaks, and when he does speak, his voice makes you imagine he's wearing a straw boater while serenading with his ukulele.

Frank restores old cars and one day discovers a 1926 Jordan Playboy rusting in a barn. The owner tells him the tragic history, how it was involved in a fatal wreck back in 1926, when a couple of carefree young lovers tried to outrun a train.

Frank works his magic. In short time he restores the Jordan Playboy to its pre-wreck condition, including its green body paint and original license plate. He takes it for a spin on a quiet back road instead of the faster highway–he explains–because it was not designed for modern highways, but for leisurely rides through winding country roads. His  late afternoon ride takes him all the way back to 1926, on the night those young lovers died. Second Chance is an unusually quiet and evocative story for Curtis to direct and he does it well. It relies on our fondly imagined yesterdays and picnic basket summers to weave its mystery. It isn't horror: it is a fantasy like the kind you would see on an Amazing Stories episode.

In the second story, Matheson brings us closer to familiar Dan Curtis territory with a period piece. Suspected vampire attacks on the wife of Dr. Gheria (Patrick Macnee), have alarmed the village and his butler (Elisha Cook Jr.). Dozens of garlic bulbs hung across doors and windows, wafting their eye-stinging odor throughout the rooms of the estate, have proven ineffective in stopping the blood loss. Dr. Gheria seeks help from one of his acquaintances, Michael (Horst Buchholz). They put up the coffee pot and stay awake in hope of stopping the vampire.

Or so it seems. There is a twist ending here, one reminiscent of an EC Comics' story, although not as lurid or shocking, and it unfolds like a Tales From the Darkside episode. Of the  three stories, this is the weakest because it doesn't capitalize on the hystrionics of Elisha Cook Jr., ignores Patrick Macnee's natural gentlemanly charm, and Curtis' tepid direction adds little to spice it up. Without more stylized camerawork and pacing, and better use of his actors' talents, there is no suspense and little surprise when the truth is revealed at the end.

Dan Curtis territory (traveled by Matheson's dark road) is reached in the last story, Bobby, with suitably terrifying results. Joan Hackett plays a distraught mother whose son dies by drowning. She blames herself and will do anything to get him back, even drawing a magic circle on the floor of her beachside home on the cliff, lighting black candles, and commanding her son be returned to her with lots of "I command thees" directed at anyone listening in the netherworld.

It works. He returns. She lets him in, and like what happens in The Monkey's Paw, there is an awful price to pay for interfering with fate (not to mention the phone charges when dialing the netherworld).

That terrifying price starts with Bobby acting strangely and asking "Was I a good boy, mommy?" and increases when a sudden game of hide and seek and avoid the sharp objects ensues and she runs for her life. Handheld camerawork, dutch shots of Joan Hackett frantically seeking to understand what's happening, and  Bobby's distant, giggling voice, effectively build tension until the revelation on the staircase. The stormy night and electricity going out are standard touches but help ramp up the scary atmosphere, and Cobert's score hits all the right notes for terror, hysteria, and the payout for that netherworld phone bill. Bobby is quintessential Curtis and Matheson, and it still retains its power to bring the terror to you. 

Halloween Haunted House Nite-Lite

This plug-in haunted house night light was released by the Belco Lites Corp in Long Island New York many spooky seasons ago. It’s marked as item 4090, and is about 8 inches high and 7 inches wide. When you plug it in, the roof lights up.

Its novelty for me comes from the stickers depicting the ghoulish residents living there. All of them are notable Halloween characters: the witch, the vampire, the skeleton,  the ghosts, and the black cat. The vulture at the front door is a nice touch of ominous portent (especially with the hulking shadow in back of the door!)

There is one oddity in design: the electric cord connects in front, not in back of the house. I wonder why? (Click pictures to enlarge)

Halloween Haunted House Nite-Lite
Halloween Haunted House Nite-Lite
Halloween Haunted House Nite-Lite
Halloween Haunted House Nite-Lite
Halloween Haunted House Nite-Lite

Comic Book Review: Blacklist Studio’s King! 1

"In less than one hour, a hole will open in the fabric of the universe, unleashing a horde of  Moche zombies, led by their bloodthirsty god."

"And where, exactly, will this hole open up?"

"In the dining area of Blubber Tubber's Burgers about a mile away."

KING_16 In King! Issue 1,  Thomas Hall and Daniel Bradford begin the adventures "of a former professional wrestler who not only is a monster killer for hire, but who also closely resembles a certain "King" of Rock n Roll."

As they did with Robot 13's storyline, the King! rocks through Bradford's breezy, taking care of business panels, while Hall lets his  hunka hunka burnin'  impersonator's soul roll with the mayhem as Blubber Tubber's fast food joint becomes the center of the apocalypse. Hold the fries because there's no time to waste with lengthy exposition, copious explanations, or deep conversations. Hall and Bradford prefer action to words, as does the King, and this first issue has it as much as Elvis' hips could swivel.

The question is, will the King get to eat his Peanut Butter Banana Burrito before it gets cold?

An advance copy of King! Issue 1 was provided for this review.

Halloween Stretchable Horror Monsters
Dracula, Wolf Man, Frankie

I picked up these scary jigglers  at Toys "R" Us during Halloween a few years ago. They are about 5 inches high and smell like strechable rubber monsters normally do, which is badly. But they were too adorable to pass up, especially with their expressive faces and shiny colors. Frankenstein's Monster is my favorite. His tux beats even Dracula's and that bolt through his head is hilarious. No wonder his eyes are popping.

halloween stretchable horror monsters
halloween stretchable horror monsters

About From Zombos’ Closet Blog

Zombos’ ClosetJmcozzoli

 

Welcome to Zombos’ Closet, a rather dark and cloying place, filled with untold treasures and just plain lousy stuff that Zombos keeps stuffing into it. I am Iloz Zoc (just IL to my friends), full-time and long suffering valet to Zombos. You remember Zombos, don’t you? A grade B actor in numerous grade C horror films, most of which are forgotten by his few remaining and decaying fans. He is such an aging dilettante; always looking backward, while reluctantly moving forward into the new age of horror on screen and in print. He pines for the old, less gory days, but secretly enjoys those zombies and slashers, and the occasional science fiction or fantasy tidbit. And I, his patient and understanding servant, am charged with finding more and more room in his immense closet to accommodate his passions of the moment. And then there is Zimba, Zombos’ dark mistress of the sonnets. She hates horror with a passion, and his acquisitions even more. So many nights have I waited until she falls into her undead sleep, to slip into the dark hallways of the mansion on tiptoe, precariously balancing those acquisitions oh so quietly past her door, trying desperately not to wake the unholy beast within. It was bad enough that Zombos had to give up the hearse for a mini-van after they were married, but give up his treasures, never!

But you, dear reader, will find something of interest, I’m sure…we’ve been hear since 2006, patiently waiting for you.

Okay, sure, my closet, to be precise, is pretty well stuffed, too.

So many horrors, so little time to be terrified; frightful, isn’t it?

As a horror fan starting in the 1960s, I grew up in Brooklyn with three theaters in walking distance (the Loew’s Oriental and the Benson on 86th Street were my favorites). Many weekends and many nights were spent watching horror and sci fi movies (my mom would take me to the horror movies, and my dad took me to the sci fi ones). My first true scare was watching Night of the Living Dead (I was way too young for that!). My fondest memories are watching all those wonderfully good (and some frightfully awful) movies on my local NYC channels , hosted by either Zacherley or the Creep, and eating way too much sugar-loaded cereal on Saturday mornings while I watched Scooby Doo, The Monster Squad, and Groovie Ghoulies.

So you can see how I’d turn into a horror fan with a blog. Scary, isn’t it?

From the old to the new in horror movies in reviews and views, here and there you will also meet up with these curious characters in those reviews, along with their sundry adventures. Chalk it up to the cheeky writer side of me.

Zombos and Zoc — my alter egos, so to speak. 

Zimba—Zombos’ alluring wife.

Zombos Jr—Zombos’ annoying son.

Glenor Glenda—Our rather sensitive housekeeper. She never can make up her mind.

Lawn Gisland—Ex-rodeo and silver screen cowpoke, all six feet and three inches of him. Having starred in numerous television Westerns during the 1950s and 60s, he and Zombos go way back together. He hung up his spurs and retired to Florida to wrestle gators for the tourists. Getting bored with that, he had an itch and scratched it by touring as a trick-riding and fancy shooting cowboy for the Smith and Walloo Brothers 3-in-1 Circus. For a man his age, he doesn’t show it. Zombos often jokes that Lawn must keep a decrepit looking portrait in his attic like Dorian Gray. All joking aside, I think he’s right.

Jimmy Sosumi—Zombos’ crackerjack estate lawyer. His motto is ‘where there’s a will, there’s a way…to make money.’

Paul Hollstenwall—Our annoying neighbor, purveyor of bad movies, which he insists on showing us at every opportunity. The Hollstenwalls live at 0004 Gravestart Lane, a short energetic walk from the mansion.

Pretorius—Our quite ancient groundskeeper who keeps a very neat lawn.

Chef Machiavelli—A culinary god; we’d starve without him.

Other points of interest:

  • Lots of wild Mexican Horror Movie Lobby Cards
  • Lots of Horror and Science Fiction Movie Pressbooks
  • Love those Halloween Decorations and Fascinations
  • Oodles of Reviews of comics, books, magazines, and whatever else strikes the horror in me

Enjoy,

JM Cozzoli

Please Note: If you are legally blind and would like to learn more about the Mexican lobby card and pressbook images on this blog, please contact me at [email protected].