Okay... I just had something extremely significant happen. Bear with me here.
When I was around 7 or 8, I was at my Meme's on a Saturday--as always. She'd take care of me while my mom did the famous Hadley flea market, getting me out of her way (it was kind of my mom's gift to her after the divorce, as Meme was scared she wouldn't see me anymore. I've been over this, lol...) Of course, I watched GOBS AND GOBS of TV, especially the Saturday Morning Cartoons. But in the afternoons, after the bowling show (anyone remember that, the 'Life in the Fast Lane' Eagles song played to clips of bowling as the intro? LOL) I'd hop on to catch whatever creature-feature or ninja flick was on, the whole classic network TV/Channel 9 80's business. Most of it was grainy, creepy and unsettling movies from the 70's.
Even as a preschooler, I can remember how dark the 70's were. Strange and stomach-churning, even when things were POSITIVE. So that one fateful Saturday, I flip to 9 and start watching this mess of a horror movie. When I say 'mess', I mean mind-altering, lifetime-haunting movie. Scary shit involving teenagers landing in a small town (of course), promiscuous girls (of course) and a psycho killer (of course). But there were a lot of angles that weirded me out, especially the killing of ONE of the girls. Masked psycho!killer basically covers her face in a weird plaster substance, suffocating her while telling her all about it... while her friends are bound and forced to watch.
THIS WAS SHOWN ON NETWORK TV, FOLKS! *RIGHT AFTER SATURDAY MORNING CARTOONS*. :O
So we're in the internet age, right? Yet no matter how many google searches, youtube keywords or IMDB research, I couldn't find this. I've always told Pan about it, how creeped out I was, and even HE tried digging around for it... but we could never. Ever. FIND it. So I started wondering if maybe, just maybe, I'd dreamed it all up. The whole concept, the way I described and remembered it really IS very creeped-out-kid memory. A month or two ago, Pan went on one last search... and came up empty.
Today, I come home from work. It was dead due to the fuckton of snow, so I got to leave early. I'm hanging out with my laptop when Pan says, "Hey, they did Breaking Dawn 2 on Rifftrax!" So he brings a stool over for us to watch that and other Rifftrax samples. We watch the ones for Vanilla Ice's 'Cool As Ice' (LAWL), a few cheesy educational shorts then, "Oh, what's this riff--'Tourist Trap'?"
I would like you to imagine my face as I sat there, Mike, Kevin and Bill riffing funnily away as I suddenly realize that the movie which has haunted me, left a very strange, confusing and scary mark on my childhood and tricked me into thinking that I must've dreamed up this crazy crap that I THOUGHT I'd seen on TV is playing on my fucking screen. I turned my head to the side when a scene of the masked psycho's doing his makeup and stared. Pan caught my expression and said, "Wait, is this... holy shit, is this...??"
I'd described it perfectly. Absolutely perfectly. I remember the voices, characters, positions, blocking, everything. I don't know if any of you know where I'm coming from, but when I ran to youtube to confirm my suspicions, I found a LOT of people in my age range who'd probably seen it the same time *I* had, all of *THEM* saying the same, exact, shit I had for the last thirty years. Find me silly or overdramatic, but I started sweating, pulse racing and talking to Pan about how I felt (and still feel while I type this) both elated that I FINALLY KNOW wtf I'd seen as a little kid and very overstimulated, emotional. I even cried. My mind's still trying to process this; laugh if you want, but this is Serious Shit for me. It's one of those scary mysteries I'd never been able to figure out, all from a TV spot.
But I hadn't remembered the mannequins. That was probably shell-shock, keeping me safe. Holy shit.
I'm sure I ain't alone here. What story do YOU have like this?