Thursday, 25 October 2012
where it starts: the usborne book of ghosts
I got this book for my birthday from my friend in the next garden, Rosina - when I was 8 years old. I liked the ghost photos the best. Was that monk beside the church organ really spectral or was it faked? I didn't care. I wish I still had it. There was an abandoned mansion high up on the hill behind our primary school playground where boys from the neighbouring school sniffed glue. I told younger kids they should watch out for a dead woman appearing at one of the upstairs windows. I persuaded several kids to go with me on a Red Hand Gang-like night-time exploration of the house. Luckily, it never happened. I loved Misty, the horror comic for girls. My dad banned it from the house on first sight. When I was 10 I borrowed The Ghost Hunter's Handbook from the school library. I gave it back a year later. Reluctantly. Around that time I watched zombie movies with my older brother and his student friends in his room. We laughed. His friends didn't. I still like the bit at the end of Zoltan: Hound Of Dracula where the little puppies come out of the grave with demonic eyes. At least, that's the way I remember it. I geeked out to Poltergeist ("you moved the headstones but you didn't move the graves?!?!") - and the MAD magazine parody of it. I wanted Gomez and Morticia to adopt me, but I wasn't into the Wednesday look. You want to know when this all started? It started young.
More about Usborne's World Of The Unknown: All About Ghosts at The Haunted Closet