I forgot what the movie was called, but I will refer to it as "The Crusher." God damn was this movie scary. As mentioned in one of my previous posts, I spent almost every weekend of my childhood at my grandparent's house. My Grandads let me watch whatever I wanted on Saturday morning TV. It was usually saturday morning cartoons, however this one particular day I was watching a movie instead, this movie was "The Crusher."
I may or may not be making things up in my mind, but this is how the memory comes back to me. The dude, The Crusher, had metal plates on his head, and was very ugly, very tall, and had big boots on. The dude had huge hands. He would crush people's heads with these hands of his. They were huge. He smashed people's fucking skulls. Holy shit. Imagining the amount of force one would have to use to smash someone's skull with their own two bare hands; mindfuck.
The dude hid behind shower curtains, under those merry go-round things on the playground (which now that I think about it makes no sense seeing as how there is no room down there, especially for a huge dude), and in other weird spots.
Needless to say this has fucked up my life. I can't have the shower curtain closed ever for fear of someone being on the other side. I always check under things, just in case.
