Somebody thought it would be hilarious to put that creepy antique doll at the end of my bed staring at me while I was asleep. And I would wake up to it looking at me. For years I assumed it had been my brother (sorry Dusty!) playing a prank on me, but when I brought the story up to my father he got a sheepish look on his face and confessed that it was him and mom all along.
To this day, the visage of Freddy Krueger peers down at me while I sleep. A poster of the original A Nightmare on Elm Street signed by Wes Craven himself adorns the wall space above my bed, a meta-reconstruction of the famous scene from the film in which Freddy presses his face through the back Nancy’s bedroom wall. Yes, if I had to pick one of the many horror personalities and series that I devoured in my youth, Freddy and his nightmares on Elm Street would be hands-down my number one choice.