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Yeah, he did freak me out a bit. Especially when he would get his nose pulled off (not that kind of 'pulled off' ).
Also, when Miss Piggy telegraphed when she was about to karate chop someone. Her nose used to screw up, IIRC.
And also that sinister shepherd's crook: The way it would sidle into view all slowly like......before yanking off (not that kind of 'yanking off') some poor unfortunate (usually MP, herself).
Last edited by joz8968; 17 February 2016 at 10:24 PM.
I'm totally inexperienced in this relationship-with-muppets-as-a-child department, as we didn't have these Muppet amusements in theatres, films or eventually on TVs etc. when I was a kid. Mind you, the puppetry i.e. the holy mother of muppetry is supposed to have originated in India. The evidence dates back to the 2nd century BC. There was a time when the marionettes in North India virtually lived in the royal palaces, in order to entertain the kings and queens. Now for many decades, they've been downgraded as just some ignorable street theatre figures. Funny enough, the puppeteers there have been using a swazzle since long before Punch n' Judy professors started to squeak it sharp.
In terms of fright, it were some scary Hindi movies that got my goat bleating as a child, as well as some frightening tales I heard from the family.
In one scary film, a ghost woman goes around with a candle in the dark; in a derelict mansion. In the same film, when a normal woman is trying to do one from that highly terrifying ghost woman, she runs out and stops a taxi and gets into it. The taxi driver suddenly turns her head and says in a monotone- "Where to?". This taxi driver is actually the same fekking ghost from that creepy mansion! Fekk me! Thinking about it still shudders my own spirit!
As children, we never played with and slept with the teddies either.
Last edited by Turbohot; 18 February 2016 at 11:03 AM.
No, but I'll WhatsApp my family there, and try finding out for you.
I tried, but they don't recall the name of the film. They do agree that there was a horror film with those scenes, though.
Sorry, Joz.
Anyway, we got talking on WhatsApp about another 'real' scary tale from our childhood that once there was a rickshaw wallah who went to a famous sweet shop regularly after midnight, in a central India city, where my mum is from. The sweet shop owner had to keep the outlet open just for him, that late. The rickshaw wallah's daily visit at the darkest of the hours made that sweet seller very rich. Now this rickshaw wallah dude would only buy a complicated looking sweet called Jalebi from that sweet shop and then paddle back. On one very foggy night (or shall I say, a very polluted night), when this rickshaw wallah started to paddle back on the remote street with just two random street dogs occasionally going 'yaaaunnnn, yaaaunnn' submissively, the sweet seller noticed that his (not his own, but the rickshaw wallah's) feet were other way round i.e. heel facing the front and toes at the back! The Sweet seller came to realise that the rickshaw wallah was actually a bhoot! Bhoot means ghost in Hindi. Apparently the frightened-to-death sweet seller screamed out loud, suffered a massive heart attack there and then on the spot, but lived on to tell this tale to others.
This story also still makes me shudder, with the temptation to keep my landing light on, all night.
Last edited by Turbohot; 20 February 2016 at 03:55 PM.
I love short stories like that. Can you/your family remember the name of that film?
If you like such tales, then may I suggest a great Spanish short called, La cabina (literally, The Cabinet - but means, The Telephone Box).
I won't disclose the synopsis - go check it out......
Will do, thanks.
On the topic, as I say that I'm not aware of any scary / freaky muppets but what I do notice is that Chucky the doll remains a popular super nasty for decades. A serious money churner for the entertainment media.
We have a deep-seated fear of human effigies (dolls, puppets et al) coming to life and 'coming to get us' lol.
It's defo borne from our childhood's (overactive) imagination.
In this side of the world, I suppose.
In the side of the world I was born in, I've seen regular carnivals with fire-cracker filled effigies of humungous ten-headed demon king Ravana (and his chums) ridiculed to f**k and then set on fire and nasty Holika's effigy burning while divine child Prahlaad's effigy gets saved from her wicked arms. so I don't get freaked out by the effigies and dolls due any unconscious childhood memories triggering my imagination. I was quite desensitised with such figures as a child, and had no concept of being afraid of them. It's the scary stories with live figures and moving ghosts that get to me, because in our home we used to tell one another some cracking spooky stories, mostly at bed time. So, yeah, such stories still get my overactive imagination going. We used to make some bedtime stories up and try our best to spook the listeners out. In one story from my older sister (she was 7 or 8, then), the ghost did such unfathomable poo that it reached the sky! I wanted my imagination to cease at that point and the story never progressed, because I told her that her story was disgusting and I wanted to sleep.
17 February 2016, 09:48 PM
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I wanted my imagination to cease at that point and the story never progressed, because I told her that her story was disgusting 
and I wanted to sleep.
