“NO!” After yelling in unison the boys fell backwards onto their sleeping bags. The television screen turned from blood red to black, followed by the slow silent scroll of the credits to the 1957 terror classic, The Cult of the Bleeding Eye.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Taddy said. “What a rip job!”
“Dumbest movie ending ever,” said Gunther, as he popped the last bit of his pizza crust into his mouth. “I’m officially removing that movie from the ‘classic’ list. I mean … you can’t kill everyone at the end with a giant explosion.”
“Right,” said Taddy.
“And, what the heck happened to the eye?”
“I dunno. I’ll bet it hid in that cast iron stove,” Taddy said.
“What for?” asked Gunther.
“Duh, to not explode.”
“How would it close the door?” asked Gunther. “It was just an eye.”
“It was just stupid,” Taddy said, sitting up. “Except that part where the eye attacked that those people in the park.”
“That was classic,” said Gunther, jumping to his feet to playact the scene. “Tell me Julia, what’s wrong? You look … scared.” As quickly as he got to his feet to recite the line, Gunther jumped to his left to take the form of the worried heroine, his voice high and his pose demure. “Oh, it’s nothing Cliff. I just … I just … can’t shake the feeling that we’re being … watched!”
“Ah – ha, ha, ha, ha!”
The boys both tumbled down to the floor, laughing hysterically.
“Aaaaah,” said Gunther, “And, there was the bleeding eye trying to hided behind that one little pine tree! Ha!”
They laughed until a couple of deep and hearty sighs brought them to base. While easy to make fun of, the movie did provide them with a few jumps and “eeews,” that set a perfect tone for the evening. In the hour and forty-three minute running time, they laid waste to the pizza and corn chips, had dug deep into the bag of popcorn and finished off two Gremlin colas apiece.
“So, what’s next,” asked Gunther.
“Well …,” said Taddy, as he reached under his sleeping bag. “I found this in my dad’s office.”
“What is it?”
Taddy held up the box.
“No, waaaaay,” said Gunther, pulling the box from Taddy’s hand and pulling it close to read. “Video Hell – Unrated. Featuring twelve shocking minutes not allowed in the theatrical release!” He looked at Taddy. “Tell me we are watching this.”
“We are watching this!”
“I read that this movie was so scary, people died while watching it in the theaters,” said Gunther slowly as Taddy pulled the disc from the box and slide it into the player tray.
“I don’t know if they died, but Boosh Tompkins said his older brother totally crapped his pants he was so scared.”
“Crap,” Gunther whispered in awe.
“Exactly,” said Taddy. With great flare he pointed the remote down at the machine and hit play. This time, the large screen faded from black to blood red.
Outside, the storm was building strength and anger.