Zenith
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Text: Friday nights meant creature feature and that meant ghostly stories flickering across the television screen. I am fascinated with being frightened, but this was not always true. I must have been six or maybe seven when we got our first television set. It was a box and an odd shaped box at that. It was three times as deep as it was wide and tall and had a tiny oval screen. It was Friday night, my parents were at a party, and my sisters had gone to bed. Fright night began. Mr. Collingly feels it would be a little unkind to present this picture without just a word of friendly warning. We are about to unfold the story of Frankenstein. A man of science who sought to create a man after his own image without reckoning upon God. It is one of the strangest tales ever told. It deals with the two great mysteries of creation . . . life and death. I think it will thrill you. It may shock you. It might even horrify you. So, if any of you feel you do not want to subject your nerves to such a strain . . . Well we warned you! After the warning I was hooked. A cold chill ran through me, but I could not take my eyes off the screen. The story terrified me. When it was over, I was really frightened. Without moving from my seat, I looked around trying to see as much of the house as I could. It was dark and all the lights were out. I slipped off the couch and walked over to the television to turn it off when I suddenly realized that if I turned the set off I would be in total darkness. I quickly switched a light on. In the torturous ascent to the third floor, I was switching lights on and then off until I reached the attic bedroom I shared with my sisters. Walking quietly as not to waken my sisters I got into bed. After a moment's thought I slipped off and pulled it a foot or so away from the wall. Crawling back in bed, I thought to myself if Frankenstein comes to get me I can slip between the bed and the wall and hide from him. He would not be able to see me; instead he would see my sisters and get them. "It's alive ... It's alive…” |
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